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dcxdpdabbles · 4 months

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Would you ever consider writing out the Alley Boyfriends?

Tim's favorite brand of coffee since childhood- for one could not follow Batman and Robin around without losing some sleep- had always been the Heart Attack Coffee. It was known for its high levels of sugar and caffeine, with the added bonus of being cheap.

Heart Attack Coffee grew from a small family-run booth in Gotham's street market to five stores in Gotham, three in Bludhaven, and even one in Metropolis.

Their menu comprises about sixty percent of various coffees, but there are teas, fruit waters, and even pastries.

They rolled out signature drinks per season, and Tim was always the first one in line when the new menu was revealed. He preferred the winter ones- mainly because they were hot and always had a special kick to his coffee compared to the spring and summer that tended to lean more towards ice dreams like teas or fruit waters.

Tim adored Heart Attack with all his might. He collected their special cups, a book on all the different flavors he tried, and even cried for three hours straight after learning the Heart Attack team had made drinks inspired by the Bats.

He doesn't think he drank anything but the Red Robbin Rush for the three months the promotion ran. Yes, his heart was beating like a hummingbird in his chest the whole time, and he was a bit jitty, but it was worth it.

Then came the terrible day Bruce found out just how much caffeine was inside Heart Attack's coffee. Not enough to shut them down with health violations but enough to worry him.

He forbids the family from Heart Attack, suggesting another cafe that were safer. The thing is, Tim does not drink any other coffee. He tried of course, but unless he was the one that made it, the other coffee never came close!

That was Tim's coffee. His special coffee. He had one every day (that he was in town and not away on a mission) so much so the employees knew him by name and what time he usually showed up.

Sean, the morning cashier at the closest branch to WE, would have an experimental drink prepared for him. Sean would let him test out possible new flavors!

That's how valued he was as a customer.

Don't get him wrong, Tim tried to follow Bruce's mandatory boycott. But by the third day, his headache was killing him, and his hands were starting to get itchy.

Not only that. His whole day just felt off when he skipped out on his morning coffee or his after-work coffee. Tam had caught him re-organizing his office at least five times because his office just didn't feel right anymore. It wasn't balanced.

On the fourth day, he walked into a Heart Attack, and Sean smiled at him. He had a blond expresso Rush halfway made when Tim reached the counter. "Welcome back, Tim."

He placed a fifty in the tip jar grinning at the employee. He took his first sip of the golden nectar and felt his very soul breathe as it settled in his stomach. "Good to be back"

Tim figured that Bruce wouldn't notice because, frankly his adoptive dad wasn't the most observant when it came to Tim's habits. He got away with it for about a month.

Then came the faithful day Bruce reminded him why he was Bartman.

"I'm sorry, Tim, you've been placed on the Do not Serve Coffee list." Sean winces, showing the binder to the stunned CEO.

"I've been banned!?" He chokes, running his eyes over his own face in picture form. "What did I do!?"

"Not banned. You can still order caffeine-free teas or fruit waters." Sean reassures, but it means nothing. His apologies and his explanations mean nothing.

Sean-who he was half sure had been flirting with Tim for months- suddenly meant nothing.

Bruce has bought out Heart Attack was nearest WE in an effort to get Tim to cut back on his coffee intake. The man knew he did not like drinking any other brand, didn't function right without it, and still chose to pull this stunt.

Well, if he thought Tim wouldn't drive ten minutes to the next nearest Heart Attack, he was sorely mistaken. He got up twenty minutes early- and Tim loves to sleep okay. Just because he can't have too much of it with his busy life didn't mean he didn't adore sleep- and drove himself there to make sure he was on time for WE.

The employee gave him the same spiel, holding that dreaded binder. Bruce had also gotten to this branch. But Tim knew that while the branches could be bought out, the name was trademarked, so Bruce couldn't own them all!

He tried the Heart Attack that was thirty minutes away, showing up late to work due to him not planning the traffic for the morning rush, and still did not succeed in getting coffee.

. Then he tried the one that forty minutes, on the complete opposite side of his work, and that one failed too. By this point, a whole week had gone by since he last had a Heart Attack.

Not even on missions did he go this long. He usually bought those take-home packages when he knew the missions were going to be longer than three days at the most. They wouldn't even sell him that anymore!

The packages were just packs of Heart Attack instant coffee. It wasn't even the real deal!

He was feeling withdrawal; his headaches were getting worse, while his body felt slow with fatigue, and he was snapping at everything and everyone.

Just the other day, he yelled at Tam for sneezing. Sneezing.

Thankfully, she can give out as good as she gets. She reminded Tim why she was the one who tended to call all the shots around the office despite what others believed.

His skin was starting to burn, which didn't make sense since caffeine withdrawal did not include itchiness, but he couldn't stop scratching. Tim also hasn't slept in a while because his daily evening routines were all off now that he couldn't have Coco Connect!

He thinks he made all of his executives uneasy with his fidgeting and nasty scowl at the last meeting because he couldn't sit still when all he could think of was Heart Attack.

The last Heart Attack, the one right at the edge of the city, the one that was only a street away from Crime Alley and happened to be a forty-five-minute commute for both Wayne Manor and WE, was his last hope.

Out of all of the branches, this one was the least impressive. It was cramped with only three tables, the walls were painted a dark brown, and the light setting was all low.

It was nothing like the bright and spacious atmosphere of the other branches. It was even squished between two large buildings, the narrow doorway making it hard to even see. Tim was sure Bruce had not found this one yet.

When he pushed the door open, he jumped slightly at the chime from the bells on the door. His anxiety had been climbing to ridiculous levels, he needed his coffee.

At the counter, a boy who looked his age glanced up from his red bulky phone. He quickly slipped it into his pocket, giving Tim a friendly, if slightly bored smile. "Can I help you?"

Tim raced towards him, nearly tripping over his own feet. There was a slight note of deranged desperation in his voice as he responded. "Please, I just want a cup of coffee."

The boy nods, pressing a few buttons on his little cheap register. "What kind would you like?"

Tim's heart swelled with hope. "I want a large Blond Expresso Rush and a-"

The boy stops. He looks up slowly at the time, squinting his eyes as if trying to see into Tim's mind. Then, with a slow movement, he reached under the counter to withdraw a very familiar binder.

Tim's eyes burn with unshed tears as the stranger flips through the binder before stopping on a particular page. "I'm sorry, sir, but you are on the Don't Serve Coffee list. I can offer you some tea instead-"

"NO!" Tim yells, causing the employee to jerk back. He knows he must look like a mess, with tears rolling down his face, but he doesn't care. This was his last chance. He can't make it to the branches in Bludhaven or Metropolis, not daily and certainly not without Bruce noticing. " THIS IS THE FIFTH PLACE. BRUCE CAN'T OWN YOU ALL!"

He places his face into his hands and wails. His body is shaking with his sobs, leaning against the counter because he lost all strength to himself up.

The employee stares at him with a strangely understanding expression. "Does this coffee mean that much to you? Is it.... an Obsession for you?"

Tim can only nod because words are hard to push through his cries. The teenager sighs, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward and whispering. "Look, man, I can't give you coffee under the cameras. Meet me in the back alley in twenty minutes, and I'll get you a coffee. Bring Cash."

Tim snaps his head up at once.

"How much? Five hundred, six hundred, or hell, even a thousand? I'll bring whatever you want." He sobbed, knowing he looked sort of pathetic but beyond the point of caring about his dignity.

" Chill, dude, it's a cup of coffee. Three dollars is fine." The other says with a sort of uneasy smile.

"It's not just any coffee! It's my favorite brand, and Bruce bought them out to ensure they wouldn't sell to me anymore!"

The guy holds up his hands. "Okay, okay, this coffee means a lot to you. I get it. Twenty minutes alright?"

Tim stumbles his way outside, reaching for his wallet. He has no cash, but he says an ATM is not too far down the street. He all but runs there and sprints back with a crispy twenties.

He stopped at a local flower store to ask if they would break it for him and was told he needed to buy something first. Not wanting to meet the coffee angel, he picks out a lovely bouquet of lavender roses.

He gets four dollars as his change and races back to the Alley behind Heart Attack. Just in time, too, because the back door opens and out strolls the cashier with a large travel container.

Tim throws the cash and flowers into his hands to rip off the lid and check the inside. It's a Blond Expersso Rush. Even just a sniff has something in him settling. He takes a sip, and all is right with the world for the first time in a while.

"That good?" The boy asks with a slight grin. Tim hums, smiling back as he takes another sip. "I'm glad. Want your flowers back?"

Huh? Oh yeah, he bought those. He shakes his head. "Keep them. Think of it as a thanks for doing this."

"Cool. Never had flowers as a tip before." He jokes, taking a sniff of the roses with a broader grin. "Name's Danny, by the way."

"Tim. Nice to meet you."

"You too."

Tim tips his head back, letting the coffee burn down his throat. It's hot, but that hardly matters. Danny's mouth drops. "Dude, maybe wait for it to not be so hot?"

"I can't." He whines, downing the cup's contents, and only after it's all gone does he realize he forgot to savor it. He throws it over his shoulder in the direction of the trash can. "I don't know when I'll get a chance like this again."

"Don't worry about that. I'll make you more whenever you want. Here, have my number and text me when you're on your way so I can-"

Tim throws himself onto Danny. The other fumbles with the flowers, trying to hold them and Tim simultaneously, but Tim doesn't care. "You are the best person I have ever met! I think I love you!"

The other laughs, patting his hair. "I'm glad. You've been the first to give me flowers, so you're cool, too."

"When do you get off shift? I'll treat you to dinner."

"It's not a big deal, dude."

"I insist!"

"Well if you insist. I just finished, actually. Where do you have in mind?"

Tim leans back to smile at Danny, unaware of the two shadows that leap away from the still-embraced couple. They arrived sometime after Tim finished his cup, unaware he had drunk it since it was lying on the group near the other discarded cups in the trash.

They only saw Tim in the arms of a boy, holding flowers, which represented "Love at First Sight," and the way they heard Tim offer to buy him dinner.

"See B? Tim wasn't buying coffee. He was just meeting his crush!"

"Hmm. Based on what we saw, it's safe to say boyfriend. No one is comfortable with someone unless they have known them for a while."

"I think your right. I wonder when Tim will bring him over to meet the family?"

"Try not to push too much Nightwing. You know T values his privacy."

They both smile at each other knowingly, and even though Bruce suppresses it right away for his Batman persona they don't forget what they saw.

They pretend not to notice every time Tim disappears or that his GPS puts him back in that alley. They'll wait till he's ready to tell them. Besides, the barista seems good to him; Tim is far more energetic and bright these days.

A month goes by like this, where Tim is back to his normal self, no longer needing coffee to be happy. Bruce pats himself ion the back for his plan to help cut him off working so well.

Even though he seems to be texting constantly on his phone.

Neither Dick nor Bruce noticed the narrow eye stare of worry that Jason aimed at Tim whenever he slipped away to meet Danny. He has theories on what is inside those strange containers, but he hasn't gotten close enough to confirm his suspicions yet.

Jason prays he's wrong.

He waits until he knows Tim is gone (he is not. He likes to hide in the cave's shadows to overhear the latest family gossip) before turning to Bruce and Dick.

"Tim's on drugs! I've caught him trading cash for small containers in a shady alley six times. We need an intervention."

Predictably both men freak out.

"What?! I thought that was his boyfriend!" Dick wails, looking over all the pictures of Tim and Danny standing in an alley trading cash, flowers, and containers that Jason took.

"I also thought that was Tim's boyfriend, but if it's a drug dealer, we have to help him," Bruce grunts, eyes hard as he now sees Danny Fenton in a new, less favorable light.

And Tim, who is still hiding in the cave's shadows overhead, can only whisper a heartfelt "shit."

He rips out his phone to text Danny as the rest of the Bats below begin plotting. Thank goodness they don't know what Danny has been giving him exactly. Maybe they can steal Bruce's and Dick's ideas.

Meanwhile, Danny's tiny apartment across the city is starting to appear like a greenhouse with all the flowers Tim has been giving him. His small slip of loving flowers was all Tim needed to hear.

He's taken it as a personal challenge to always have some flowers for Danny as a thank-you for the coffee he made for him.

It was nice. It helped get rid of the boredom his life had developed. He looked forward to Tim's presence. He hadn't had this much fun or clicked as easily with someone since Sam or Tucker.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Danny grins as his phone dings and Tim's picture flashes on his screen.

If anyone asks you're my secret boyfriend who been making me teas in allies

Danny stares at the screen momentarily, before shrugging and texting back a confirmation. "Who the hell would believe that? But I've had a boring week, so yeah, I'm down to be a pretend boyfriend."

He's never met any of Tim's family, but he doesn't think they will be too hard to fool.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Alley Boyfrinds #Part 1?#Does the chat considered the first part?#misunderstandings #fake relationship #Danny was bored and this guy who looked to be on crack for coffee is funny #Tim was not aware of the flowers meaning. Neither is Danny #Everyone playing chess while Tim is trying to figure out thumb wrestling #Danny is not aware that Tim is a Wayne

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teagballs · 5 months

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hi, lovely! i saw you’re taking requests and would love to request a nandor x reader from wwdits! 💞 maybe the house gets a new neighbor and she goes over there one night for cookies to introduce herself and it’s like a love at first sight for him? i would love to see what you come up with! :)

love at first sight - nandor the relentless

authors note: HIIII loved this request so much oh my god it was so fun to write tysm. i love nandor sm. KEEP SENDING REQUESTS!! im free to write more over the christmas break. i hope u guys have an amazing christmas, love yall.

cw: none! sweetsweet fluff. gender neutral reader. -------------------------------------------------------

You had recently moved into your new home. A comfortable house in a quiet area of Staten Island. It was a lovely place to live. Not too lonely yet not too popular - just how you liked it. After a couple days of moving your belongings into your new home and shuffling them around, you decided it would be best to introduce yourself to the neighbours. Everyone seemed friendly, some smiled on the street as they watched you gracelessly drag your new furniture into the house. You wanted to be involved in the community, make a friend of your acquaintances. So far, you have been successful. Your method? Bringing freshly baked goods to your neighbours. The way into peoples hearts was their stomachs.

After next introducing yourself to the neighbours opposite you - inhabited by a quirky couple named Sean and Charmaine - you were encouraged to talk to the residence on their right.

"Yeah, they're a strange bunch, but some of my best pals! European or somethin'." Sean explained.

According to the pair, there was a group of 5 neighbouring them. They spoke highly of them.

Charmaine cut in, "Oh, but y'know what? I never see them out during the day. They must all work bad hours, I think. You'd be better going in the evening time." Strange, you thought, but only for a moment. This actually worked out better. It gave you more time to prepare some confectionery.

By the time you approached the house, the sky had already faded to an amber and rose colour. The house had an overbearing presence. It was like something out of a book. On the walk to the door, you were greeted with bushes; trimmed and perfected into intricate shapes. Some of animals, some of what looked to be... genitalia? Huh. European. You note the cobble stairs leading up the entry, supported by two pillars. A deep tangerine colour shot from the stained glass windows onto the grass, it didnt seem like it was providing much light in the house as it dimmed and died on the lawn. The whole building seemed to be almost secretive. It was dark, like it was trying to hide away. You took a deep breath, holding your tupperware of cookies close to your chest. You rapped on the door.

After striking the surface of the door, you were met with silence. Then what sounded like a groan? Then a word. Maybe someone's name? You awkwardly shuffle in place as you wait. Finally, you could make out a shape approaching the door. You straightened your posture. The door creaks open, quietly.

"Hi, um, who are you?" The stranger asks in the politest way possible. From what you can make out from the dim lights of the house, he appears to be a shorter, stout man. He's wearing circular glasses and a sweater that reminds you of something your grandfather would wear. It's an overall comforting appearance. Judging the exterior of the house, you were worried someone evil and dark lived there. But that was not the case, it seemed.

You give the man your name, "I just moved in a couple days ago, I'm trying to get to know all the neighbours, I brought these," You awkwardly gesture to the tub of cookies in your hands. The man smiles at you kindly.

"How sweet, I'm Guillermo." He tells you. But before the pleasantries can continue, you are interrupted. The sound of heavy, heavy boots fills your ears. Striding down the hallway.

"Guillermo! Who is it that is at the door! They have awoken me from my slumber far too early!" A gorgeous man with long dark hair stands behind Guillermo now. He looks sleepy, his hair disgruntled. He's wearing some strange attire, nothing like you had ever seen before.

Guillermo gestures towards you, "Our new neighbour came over to introduce themself."

Nandor snaps, "A new neighbour!? Who gives a fuck about..." Oh? Oh.

It was only now that Nandor took notice of who was standing at the door. And how beautiful they were. He tugs on his clothing, trying to make him look presentable.

He clears his throat, "And your name is?" He asks. You note his accent, which makes every word spoken from his mouth seem more lavish and captivates you further. You meet his gaze and tell him your name. You have to pull away, however, fearing that you could get lost in his umber orbs forever and ever. He's fidgeting his hands, you notice. It's adorable. His fingers are looped with an assortment of rings.

"A beautiful name," he remarks, almost to himself. Flustered, it was your turn to fidget now, as you massaged the fabric of your jeans. Guillermo rolls his eyes. He knows.

"I'm Nandor the Relentless," The long haired man tells you. Strange title, but you are too wound up to notice. He could say the most absurd thing, and you will still be enamoured, it seemed.

"I, um, brought cookies!" You exclaimed, snapping out of your trance but a little too excited over some baked goods. Nandor the Relentless matches this excitement, however.

"How wonderful. I will enjoy these later, I imagine they are delicious!" He muses.

Gulliermo mutters to Nandor, "Nandor, you can't even eat human food." And Nandor quickly snaps back, "Shut up," all out of earshot to you, however.

You're dazed. So is Nandor. Even with his 36 wives, he had never felt such a connection. With this, you both found it hard to reach your next sentence. You stammered out, "Sorry if I uh, woke you up, your neighbour said you worked a late shift? So I thought coming in the evening would be better." You smiled.

"Late shift? No, I was slumbering-!" Gulliermo lightly shoves Nandor, to shut him up.

"That's right! Nandor was sleeping, just about to wake up for work." He smiled, covering for him.

Nandor catches on, "Oh! Yes! I have just awoken to start work at my normal human job. At the railroad."

You giggle at his manner of speaking. A railroad worker works late shifts? You had never figured.

"Oh! Cool! Well, yeah, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the neighbours and bring a little gift." You gesture to the cookies again, Nandor takes them finally. Maybe he was a little reluctant to take them from your hands as he worried you would disappear after. Your fingers lightly grazed his, a touch that lasted a little longer than average for such an exchange, but you still wish it continued.

Although you didn't want to leave and it felt like you were being pulled to stay, you decided it would be best not to intrude any longer. Especially if Nandor had to start work soon. "Yeah! So um, I hope to see you 'round. Have a good evening." You flashed another big smile and thumbs up.

"Yes! I do hope to see you around!" Nandor held an even bigger smile at you. It made your heart warm.

You turned on your heel and walked back to your house. It was only then when you were filled with dread. 'Why the fuck did I give him the thumbs up!?" You externally cursed. You were going to overthink this whole exchange all night. God you hoped to see Nandor again. In your heart you knew you would.

#nandor x reader #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows x reader #wwdits x reader #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #x reader #requests #anonymous #anon ask #fanfic

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queer-irritator · 9 months

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Impure Thoughts (Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader)

Prompt: It’s a boiling hot day and the reader wears next to nothing.

Content warnings: Adult language, smut

Takes place in Clemen’s Point. Fem reader physique, neutral pronouns. Continuation of Bloody Knuckles, but not necessary to read it first.

Despite how cold the nights can get on the lake, the days can be brutally hot. Unfortunately today was boiling hot, and sticky from humidity. Days like this make you want to do nothing all day. Not to mention, the clothing options in stores all had far too much fabric. That’s why you’ve taken to making some undergarments of your own. You took an older pair of drawers and cut off about ¾ of the pant leg. You were currently finishing up hemming the bloomers, keeping the signature ruffles on the edge. You also added another layer of lining to make your new shorts more opaque. You cut off any loose threads, closed your tent flaps and tried them on. You sure weren’t used to seeing so much of your thighs exposed… but, then everyone else around camp walked around in their underwear. This was just shorter. You took a deep breath and assured yourself it would be fine. The camp was like family, no one would care what you wore. You exited your tent and tied up the flaps.

“Oooh, you got some short shorts there, (y/n)!” Tilly was the first to see your new garment.

You turned around to face her, “I know… but it's just so damn hot. Does it look bad?” You asked her.

“No, not at all! I just think you might have some of the boy’s eyes on ya.” Tilly let out a giggle.

You blushed lightly. There was only one person here you’d want to look at you in that manner. You shifted your stance awkwardly, “You think so? I think of most of them like family.”

“Yeah,” Tilly agreed with you, “But men will be men… especially the ones that haven’t seen that much skin in years.”

You chuckled a little, “I’ll just give ‘em a good slap across the face.”

Tilly laughed with you, “There you go!” She headed off to work on some laundry.

You glanced around to see who was in camp at the moment. You started to feel a little self-conscious. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself of the countless times you’ve seen the men walk around without a shirt when it gets this hot out. You tugged on your sleeveless chemise slightly. You were just going to go about your normal routine, which started with filling wash basins. You bent down to pick up an empty bucket and felt the back of your shorts ride up slightly, exposing the bottom of your ass cheeks slightly. Standing up straight again helped the cloth cover yourself again. This is something you’ll have to get used to.

You made your way across camp, carrying the empty pail. You definitely felt more eyes on you than normal. As you passed Dutch’s tent you saw him do a double take at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Excuse me, (y/n), but are you TRYING to give the men in this camp a heart attack?” Dutch’s voice boomed throughout the camp.

You stopped and turned toward him, “If the men can’t control their own thoughts then that’s their fault. It’s hotter than hell out here, Dutch. You don’t say anything when Charles or Sean parade around without a shirt.” You protested his sexism.

Dutch sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I do not have time to argue with you right now.”

“Well, I do.” You stated, placing the pail down and crossing your arms.

Dutch was searching his brain as to why he had agreed to take you in, “Just… ONLY on hot days, understood?” He gave in, having too much on his mind to stand and argue.

“Yes, sir.” You said, laced with as much sarcasm as you could muster. You picked up your pail and headed to the lake to fill it up.

Arthur was listening to Charles tell him about a lead on a stagecoach carrying a lot of money when he spotted you on the shore of the lake, bent over and filling up a pail. He could see the distinction between your upper thighs and the roundness of your ass. He shifted his feet as he could feel blood starting to head south.

“Arthur? Are you listening to me?” Charles snapped Arthut out of his filthy thoughts.

“Yes, I am! Go on…” He lied.

Charles turned his head to see you walking back towards camp, immediately noticing your new bottoms. Seeing the full bucket in your hand, he could imagine exactly what was holding Arthur’s attention.

“Unbelievable…” He looked back to Arthur and shook his head slightly, “Come talk to me when you're done thinking with your pisser.” Charles said as he walked away.

“I- I wasn’t thinking with my- !” Arthur turned to call at Charles but he was out of earshot by now. He let out a sigh. Why the hell were you walking around like that? God only knows what the other men were thinking about when they saw you. He walked over to Pearson’s wagon where you were emptying the pail of water into a wash basin.

You heard his footsteps approaching you and you turned your head to greet him, “Hey Arthur.”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Arthur’ me… what the hell are you wearing?” He questioned you. You bent down to place the now empty pail on the floor, “Somethin’ I made because it’s so damn hot.” You replied to him.

He clenched his jaw as he felt his cock jump in his pants. Getting to see you bent over up close was nothing compared to earlier.

“You can’t just walk around like that.” Arthur told you as he ran a hand down his face.

“And why not?” You turned to look at him, getting fed up with all the men telling you what to do.

“‘Cause… the men ‘round here are gonna get… impure thoughts.” Arthur lowered his voice for the last part of his sentence.

You sighed and had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, “Frankly, Arthur, I don’t give a shit.”

“Well…” He was trying to think of a way to convince you to cover up without outing his jealousy. “Ya just need to cover up…” He spit out, “I’ll find ya something.” He put a hand on your upper back and led you to his tent and let down the covers for privacy the second you both were inside.

You sighed and leaned on his cot, arms crossed across your chest in defiance. You looked around his space, it had a lot more space than your tent. His wasn’t even a tent, it was a tarp over the overhang of his wagon. He had a flower, a carton of cigarettes, and a photo on a crate near his bed.

“Here.” Arthur handed you a pair of pants he’d been digging in a chest of clothes to find.

You took the pants and immediately set them down on his cot next to you, “I’m not gonna change, Arthur. It’s too hot.”

You met his gaze as he sighed and noticed a flush over his cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his face and chest. He even had a few more buttons of his shirt undone today. Your eyes continued down his body until you noticed an unusually large bulge in his pants. It made sense now as to why he was so desperate to get you to cover yourself.

“Arthur?” You called to the flustered man, looking strictly at your face.

“Yeah?” His throat sounded a little dry.

“Are you the man in camp having “impure” thoughts about me?” You decided to tease him.

“No, I’m just trying to look out for you is all.” He deflected, now avoiding looking at you entirely.

You pushed yourself off his cot and took a few steps closer to him. You placed a hand on the side of his face gently and turned his heat to meet your eyes once again.

“That’s too bad. Because you’d be the only person I’d want to be havin’ those thoughts ‘bout me.” You rubbed your thumb against his cheek softly.

“...Really?” He took a moment to respond to you, unsure if what he had just heard was correct.

You nodded at him, “Mhm… You gonna kiss me, Arthur Morgan, or do I have to?” You teased him.

Arthur placed his hands on your waist and closed the space in between you and gently kissed you.

You closed your eyes and sighed happily into the kiss, you moved your hand to the back of his neck and deepened the kiss and parted your mouth slightly.

Arthur slid his tongue into your mouth and tugged your body closer until it was flush with his. You could feel the pressure of his clothed erection against you which caused your face to flush. You reluctantly broke the kiss and instructed Arthur to sit on his cot. He obeyed and sat so that his back was resting against the wagon. You climbed on top of his lap, legs on either side of him and kissed him again, your hands on either side of his face. Arthur’s hands found their way to your ass and he began to knead your flesh.

This caused you to moan into his mouth and grind your hips down on to his strained erection. Arthur’s grip on your ass tightened and he began to plant kisses down your neck. You moved your hands down and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and explored his torso with your hands.

One of Arthur’s hands left your ass and slipped in the front of your shorts and found your clit with ease.

You gasped at the feeling of his hand in your pants, it was like all your fantasies were coming true in this single moment. You fumbled with the buckle to his gun holster and then groaned in annoyance when you found he had another belt buckle to get through.

“Too many fucking buckles.” You whispered, more to yourself than to Arthur, but it earned you a chuckle from the beautiful man beneath you. You worked on his belt buckle while Arthur’s fingers began to rub you in lazy circles.

You leaned your forehead on his shoulder and moaned softly at the sensation. You wanted to make him feel just as good, so you got his belt off and ripped open his pants and shoved your hand down them and found his cock. He was definitely gifted, just the right length and the most girth you’ve ever felt. He let out a groan of pleasure, he spread around the wetness you were producing and easily slid two fingers inside you. It was like a competition of who could make the other person feel the best.

You moaned, louder than you mean to, when you felt his fingers inside you. You began to kiss him sloppily, and open-mouthed as you grinded down on his digits. You also began to stroke his length, earning a muffled moan from Arthur.

You broke the kiss and straightened your back, causing Arthur’s fingers to hit your g-spot. You moaned and started to move your hips faster, speeding up your strokes as well.

“Yes, please, Arthur, right there!” You could feel yourself getting closer to your release. You started to apply more pressure to the head of Arthur’s cock on each stroke. You could feel his body start to tense up.

“Gonna make me cum with all your dirty talkin’” Arthur grunted.

“Can’t help it. You feel so good.” You blubbered, starting to feel incoherent from all the pleasure.

Arthur used his thumb to rub your clit at the same time. You used your free hand to clasp onto his shoulder as your orgasm peaked and washed over you.

“Holy shit.” You moaned as you rode yourself through the pleasure.

You unknowingly had tightening your grip on Arthur’s member and he began to thrust his hips up in time with your strokes. Arthur moved both his hands to a death grip onto your waist as he moaned with his own climax.

“So fuckin’ good, darlin’.” He praised you as he used one hand to move some hair that was sticking to your face with sweat. His cum had splattered onto his own naked torso and onto your white chemise.

You sighed in contentment and leaned all your weight against Arthur, feeling exhausted.

Arthur stroked your head and mumbled all sorts of nonsense at you.

“Don’t know how long I’ve been wanting that… Better than I could have imagined too.” He kissed your head.

His words made you smile, “Well, now I’m yours so we can do it whenever you want.” You told him, your subtle way of confessing your feelings.

“Sounds perfect.” He switched from stroking your hair to rubbing your back, “But I’m the only one who gets to see you in these, okay?” He said, a hand resting on your ass. You blushed and nodded, “Alright.” You assured him as you straightened up and slid off his lap.

“Give me the goddamn pants.” You finally gave in.

Arthur gave you a smile as he gave you the pants that were next to him and you slid them on.

“Looks like you need a shirt too.” He observed, a stripe of cum was already drying on your shirt.

“Mmh, everyone’s definitely gonna know something’s up when I come out in your clothes.” You took off your shirt and grabbed one of Arthur’s button ups and put it on.

Arthur shrugged slightly, “Pretty sure the whole damn town knew I was sweet on ya.” He cleaned up himself and buttoned his shirt and pants, followed by his belt and gun holster.

You smiled at him, “I could say the same thing.” You said, giving him a kiss.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x fem reader #arthur morgan x gn reader

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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Ivy - Part 12

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

i'm a liar and a clown - this isn't the last part, this is mostly smut.

Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+

also warning for um...condescending aaron? but he's sweet about it.

Minors DNI

Chapter summary: again...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lmfao

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You had expected the princess treatment to end sooner or later but it only kept getting worse.

Aaron had insisted on being the one to get your stuff from Sean’s house. And of course after bringing all your things home, there wasn’t even a discussion about where said things would go. Aaron’s place was the only right answer.

Not that you were complaining of course. He was gone for work most of the day, so living in his home – your home too, as he kept correcting you – gave you the opportunity to take in as much of him as possible.

It could be almost perfect, if it wasn’t for the thought of Sean eating you alive. You were waiting for that phone call, that message that he was finally ready to speak with you, every single day. And the more the time passed with no signal from him the more your feelings got unbearable.

It would take time to make peace with the fact that you and the man you loved were the villains in someone else’s story. You wanted Sean to forgive you, but you were well aware you also needed to forgive your own self in order to move on.

Part of you felt that maybe you deserved what you had gone through; that maybe being kidnapped was your punishment for being unfaithful to your ex-boyfriend.

Aaron would go crazy if you brought those thoughts to his attention, so you had chosen to stay quiet about it.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” he asked, pushing your hair back as he joined you on the couch.

“Nothing in particular.” You smiled.

“You know, I was thinking…”

“Yeah?” You raised your brow, intrigued.

“I never took you out for a date,” he said, his voice more melancholic than excited. “Never asked you out.”

“Well the circumstances weren’t ideal for something like this,” you said, in the same tone as his.

“I wanna do it. The first date, the flowers.”

“Aaron…” you laughed.

“I mean it. Y/N,” he se said, his voice turning serious, “Are you free tomorrow night? I would like to take you out to dinner.”

You gave him a sweet smile. “Yes, Aaron. I’m free and I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

This man had been inside you, and yet blushed like a tomato to you agreeing to go on a date with him.

He wanted it to be perfect.

That included your favorite flowers, his best suit, and of course him leaving the house for a few hours so he could come back when you were ready to pick you up for the date.

Aaron’s heart was racing as he rang the doorbell of his own house. He thought it was funny how the girl he was essentially living with, gave him butterflies as if he was a teenager picking up his prom date from her parents’ house.

You opened the door with a big smile, stealing his breath away.

I’m so in love with her, he thought.

He didn’t say it though – it would have been a terrible opening line for a first date.

“You look like a dream,” he chose to say instead.

Your shy smile made his heart flutter. Aaron was so mesmerized by you, he had almost forgotten to offer you the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was holding.

“Are those for me?” you asked, reminding him of it.

“Yes,” he rushed to reply, giving them to you. “I hope you like them.”

“They’re perfect. Thank you, Aaron.”

A gentleman as always, Aaron opened every single door for you, pulled your chair out, and showered you with compliments. It felt good and had you wishing you had done everything in the correct order.

You chose not to dwell on it though, and focused on the conversation you were having with the sweet man at your table.

“And I had to wait in line for four hours. It was hell,” you groaned, letting your head fall back.

“Wait, when was this?” Aaron asked you.

“Three years ago. The day before New Year’s Eve,” you answered, sipping some of your red wine. “I’ll never forget that day.”

“Y/N, what time were you there?”

“What?”

“What time were you there?” he insisted.

“I don’t remember exactly but I was there at least an hour before the store had opened. I was desperate.”

“I was there too,” Aaron said.

“What?” you asked, the palms of your hands covering your mouth. “You were there at the same time?”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I was there an hour before the store opened. I thought it would be early enough.”

“Aaron,” you giggled. “We were there at the same time.”

“We were.” He smiled.

You reached out your hand to hold his. “Imagine how frustrated I was that I didn’t notice the sexiest man in the world waiting in line with me.”

Aaron’s smirk made you laugh again. He lifted your joined hands to kiss your knuckles. “You were always around, weren’t you?”

“I guess I was.” It was your turn to kiss his hand now. “Waiting for my prince charming.”

“I just wish-”

“We should stop that,” you interrupted him. “This is the way things are. You have me and I have you now. That’s all that matters. We’re only looking forward from now on.”

“You’re right, my love.”

“Well this is me,” you said with a shy smile, pointing at Aaron’s house.

“Hm…” he said, his one eyebrow lifted.

You looked up finding him staring at you with a handsome smirk. At that moment it truly felt like the end of a first date; the excitement of the possibility of sharing a ‘first kiss’ with that man, making your stomach turn in the best kind of way.

“Thanks for driving me home,” you grinned, and you could see he was holding back his laughter at your act.

“Of course.”

He was not going to make a move.

So you moved closer, swinging your purse left and right. “Good night, Aaron.”

“Good night, sweet girl.”

“No good night kiss?” You frowned.

“Good girls should not make offers like this,” he said, sternly. “I might take advantage of you.”

You closed the gap between your bodies, and grabbed his tie. “Oh Aaron, you have no clue how bad I want you to take advantage of me.”

Aaron chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his tie. He made it rest on his shoulder as he pressed soft kisses on the inside of your arm. “You’re bold.”

“Aaron,” you said, in a tone that translated: let’s stop this game – I want you.

His large hands cupped your face through your hair and pulled you close enough that his nose was brushing against yours. “I like it when you get all needy for me. It’s cute.”

“It’s also painful.”

“Have I ever denied you anything? You’re gonna get everything you want, I promise.”

And with that, he kissed you with the passion and gentleness of a true first kiss.

Back in his bedroom, your fingers were playing with the zipper of his pants, the hardness you could feel and see underneath the fabric making you clench your thighs together for some relief.

You palmed him through his boxers and the groan he let out went through your entire body like a spark. You slowly lowered yourself on your knees, taking his trousers down with you.

The sight of his thick thighs was already making you drool, filling you with a strong urge to bite every single inch of his body. You placed your palms on them, running your hands up and down his hairy legs; your touches followed by small kisses, licks and bites.

“What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“I’m enjoying you,” you answered.

His hand got lost in your hair, pulling it carefully to make you look up and into his eyes. “Honey,” he said, and it sounded like a request; an order.

“Sorry,” you smiled, leaving a last sweet kiss on the inside of his thigh. “Didn’t mean to neglect this part of you.”

Your opened mouthed kisses moved to his clothed cock, causing him to let out a heavy breath - deliciously close to a moan.

You hooked your fingers on the waistline of his boxers, carefully pulling them down, exposing his hard dick. The tip of it was just begging you to lick it, so that was what you did. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, leaving a few kisses down his length, before taking him into your mouth.

After a few minutes of having him inside, Aaron used his grip on your hair to push your head back. “Stop.”

You feared that there was something wrong, but Aaron’s next words made you realize that that wasn’t the case.

“Take your clothes off.”

Instinctively, you immediately did what he said. Not making a show out of it, but definitely taking your time, you took off your dress and your pretty underwear.

“Come here,” he said, when you were finally fully naked. His one hand moved between your legs, while the other traced patterns on the back of your neck.

“How does it feel down there?” he asked with fake concern; his middle finger brushing against your clit, and his touch light enough not to offer any actual relief.

“Hurts a little.” You pouted.

“You can play with it if you want,” he said, moving his finger in a slow circular motion. “While you suck me off. It’s okay,” he added, sweetly. “Just don’t get too distracted. Alright, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nodded and sank back to your knees. After Aaron’s touch you were burning for more, so you lost no time before moving your own hand between your legs, as your lips were once more wrapped around his cock.

He was right about the ‘distracted’ part. It was hard to stay concentrated when you were chasing your own orgasm but Aaron’s voice brought you back to your senses. “Focus, baby.”

You pulled him out of you for a moment, your split still connecting your lips with his cock, as you mumbled a sweet “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re doing so good,” he reassured you, his palm cupping your cheek. “You’re so pretty like this.”

His praise made you even more eager and soon you were choking on his dick, Aaron’s heavy breaths and moans satisfying you more than you could ever explain.

“I’m close,” he sighed. “Wanna cum on your tits.”

He didn’t need to say anything else, you straightened your back, still on your knees and pressed your breasts together so Aaron could finish on you. You could focus on his cock fucking his fist or the white liquid that was falling on you, but instead you chose to pay attention to his face. The expression of ultimate pleasure he had on him, the drops of sweat on his forehead that made it glisten and made you feel disgusting enough to wanna lick them away.

He looked like a god and all you wanted to do was stay on your knees for the rest of time, just for him.

Part 13

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#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner smut #sean hotchner x reader #hotch 🪐#ivy #nsfw.

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itty-bitty-sunshine · 6 months

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Immortal au drabble, about 766 words, no warnings

You've never been too close to the human staff in the pizzaplex, save for Sean who made the dayshift security around, and a few of the other animatronic handlers who you talked to every once in a while to come up together with improvement suggestions.

Humans were exhausting, and you were here for the animatronics anyway, so it worked out.

That said, you were still polite to everyone else, of course. This place was the depths of the pits of hell you willingly walked into, but that wasn't the same for them. They put up with stuff for the pay, and you didn't need to make things harder for them.

So like that, you always greeted Vanessa with a small smile at the start of her shift. Although not friends, you would sometimes ask how she was doing whenever you two happened to bump into each other. You never got a detailed answer, but the small talk was there, and it was enough. You made it a point to get her sundrops and fizzy faz when she looked particularly tired — can't have security failing on you, after all.

When she started acting strange, you didn't confront her too hard about it. Everyone noticed how avoidant she had become, barely talking to people if she could help it, looking as tense as it could be. You asked if she was okay, and reminded her to take breaks, but at the end of the day it wasn't your business. People go through lows in life, it's something as common as breathing. You didn't think too much of it.

And then Moon caught the virus.

You became too busy trying to get rid of it and avoiding other people getting hurt or noticing to look into every detail about it like you'd have liked to. No matter how experienced you are, you never had to deal with a glitchy murder robot before. It's been a while since anything in your life had been this much trial and error and yet you still hadn't managed to get rid of it even after turning his whole systems upside down a million times.

You noticed the way it tried to lure kids away.

You never allowed it.

You tamed it enough you could finally start looking for the source when you stayed overtime.

Why the [faz] was there a furry walking around after hours was completely beyond you. You had a headache whenever that bunny thing was near. Vanessa proved you something was wrong when she tried to make you think you were going insane from lack of sleep, that there was no rabbit, and the staff bots would have alerted her if there was. You may be severely sleep deprived, but you know what you saw.

Of course, you didn't tell her until you had snooped into everything you possibly could, every inch of this damned place. You know better than to leave your issues into human's hands.

It didn't take a genius to put the dots together after observing enough — well, not that you understood why Vanessa made it a hobby to walk around ominously in a fursuit, but you knew who was at fault for the things you went through.

You wish you could've said you had seen it coming on her being the culprit.

You did see it coming when she tried to kill you for knowing too much, though. Well, not like she managed to make more than a small cut on you, but you won't forget the dread on her face when you greeted her with your usual cheerful smile the next day, not a single scratch on you as if nothing had happened, making her question her whole sanity. Serves her right, even if you had to be more careful after that, least you want that scum to find you out.

You hate hurting people, for they are fragile and weaker than you. Twisting them wrong enough can ruin their bodies for the rest of their lives, and unlike you, they only have one.

You would have killed her on the spot for putting Moon and Sun in harms way, though.

Lucky for her, you need her alive to find a way to get this done with once and for all.

(Lucky for her, too, you had close experience with someone who had been mind controlled like her. You reminded yourself time and time again how it wasn't Moon's fault, so you choose to be merciful to her. You won't be as nice if there's a next time, though. You made sure she understood it.)

#immortal au writing #silly drabble #starbench discord saw this beforehand 🫶 bc theyve got vip access like that #immortal au #dca au

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allzelemonz · 10 months

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Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Cuddling

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/References to sex Warnings: Cuddling, fluff, kissing, comfort, horses being cute

Abe:

He hardly has the time so he relishes in the feeling of tangling himself with you.

There’s no particular way he likes over the other, he takes what he can get.

As long as he can feel your chest rising and falling he’s happy with it all.

He does like when you have a strong hold on him, it makes him feel a lot safer and he has told you that enough times of you to put in the effort to do it.

He likes when you kiss his face on occasion.

Anything makes him happy after a long day of work.

Bill Williamson:

He would never tell you verbally that he wants to cuddle, never admit that all he wants at the end of the day is to be held.

He loves the feeling of your arms around him, his back to your chest to make him feel smaller than he is.

Some nights he likes to hold you, especially if you have recently been in some kind of danger.

Whatever the case, it’s a tight, clinging hold. Bill doesn’t like anything loose, he needs to feel the pressure enough that it might be a little hard to breathe.

Little kisses are to be expected, often, and his nose will always find a way to be buried in your shirt or neck or hair.

Charles Smith:

As long as you’re in private, he wants to be close to you.

Especially for sleep.

He likes to be held just as much as he likes to hold you. Although, he insists on holding you when you’re away from camp because he feels the need to be protective.

Either way, he feels secure.

He likes when you play with his hair or give him soft kisses, anything attentive really.

He prefers to look at you when he holds you, letting his hands move around to feel you.

Colm O’Driscoll:

Colm is not much of a cuddler. At least he won’t admit to enjoying it.

Sometimes, when he knows no one will interrupt you, he’ll let you rest your head on his chest after a long night.

He does like the feeling of you clinging to him, just not the vulnerability that comes with it.

When it happens, it’s a reminder that you’re not just with him for his power or money, you’re with him because you care about him. He can be cruel, he’ll often push you away, but you always come back.

One day, he might let you hold him but that requires an amount of vulnerability he’s not ready for. Not with his reputation.

He can be soft, but he finds it challenging because being cruel comes so naturally to him. Seeing a smile on your face, feeling how tightly you hold onto him, that makes it a little easier.

Kieran Duffy:

He wants you to hold him relatively often.

As long as it’s nowhere that the gang can see because they’ll tease him about it.

You’re just so warm and so strong that when you’re alone and have a spare moment he wants to be secure in your arms, especially at night.

If you’re lucky, while cuddling out by the horses, Branwen might lie down, maybe your horse as well. Kieran loves that more than anything because it shows that Branwen likes you and trusts you as much as he does.

He always likes to bury his face into you, partly for comfort but also because he likes the way you smell.

Sometimes when you’re away, he curls up with one of your shirts.

Micah Bell:

It took a long time for him to let you be the more ‘dominant’ one while getting comfy.

He used to insist on being the big spoon, being the one whose chest is a pillow, being the one with the strong arms. But one night he just needed it and you held him close.

Since then, he rarely doesn’t want to be held.

He’ll lay there while you sleep with his head on your chest or with your arms around him, content to watch you and let his thoughts linger on memories of you.

If you're not sleeping he’ll always give you silent signs to hold him tighter. He’d never ask but he will press into you as much as he can and tug at your arm until he’s satisfied with the pressure.

Sean MacGuire:

He loves a good cuddle.

He will ask for them very directly without hesitation.

He might be laying down in the tent and he’ll ask as soon as you come in, lifting his arms for emphasis.

Even if you’re out of camp, he’ll ask if you can have a good lie down when you get back.

He doesn’t care how you end up so long as you play with his hair at some point and give him a few kisses.

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inmymagnetoera · 4 months

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Hiiii I'm not sure if you're still taking fic prompt request but here I go-

Can you do a Cherik Mpreg or A/B/O fic? (x_x)

I'M REALLY SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG FOR THIS BUT I'VE HAD A LOT OF THINGS TO DO LATELY. HERE IS YOUR FIC AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I REMIND EVERYONE THAT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEND ME A FIC REQUEST I WOULD BE FOREVER GRATEFUL AND I WOULD ACCEPT IT.

The kid, the pirate and the professor.

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Erik breathed deeply as he stood on the deck of his ship, which was now docked in one of the many ports of the Mediterranean Sea. The smell of the sea and the wood under his feet gave him the strength to dictate orders to his crew.

"Alright Alex, you take that crate, Darwin you take that barrel and I swear to God Sean, don't you dare hide that bottle of Brandy to get drunk below deck." Emma, his second in command, snorted at her commander's paternal anger.

"You know, sometimes I'm amazed that you don't have kids. You seem like the type." She said following Erik as the latter made sure everything was as it should be.

"I don't have time for these things." He said, glaring at Angel who, instead of helping her companions, was looking straight ahead sitting on a wooden crate.

"What's this one? It weighs less than all the others." Sean said as he lifted a barrel almost effortlessly. Suddenly, noises began to come from the container and the redhead made a screeching noise, knocking it to the ground and walking away.

"Ouch!" A voice shouted from inside the barrel. All the men of The Genosha stood at attention, drawing their swords and pistols and Erik, first of all, stood in front of the barrel with the weapon ready in his hand. He took off the lid and almost had a stroke. Inside the container, a pair of small eyes as blue as the sea, eyes he knew he had seen before, stared at him.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked the boy, more like a kid, he thought to himself, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him out.

"Leave me!" He said in a voice that was a mix of scared and angry, kicking Erik in the shins. The man grunted and dropped the boy who ran away from the pirates near the ship's railing. For a few seconds none of those present said a word.

"I'm looking for my father." He said after some time.

"Isn't this a strange place to be looking for your father? We're pirates, not merchants or whatever." Erik said approaching the boy who walked away again making the captain sigh.

"My father is a pirate. One... one of the bravest on the seven seas and I am here to kill him." The little guy said defiantly.

"Kill? How old are you? You're not old enough to kill."

"Yes I am! I'm eleven, I know what I'm doing." He said yelling and planting his feet. Erik put his hand on his face and prayed to all the gods to give him the strength not to throw this child into the sea.

"Okay, so tell me, who is your father?" Erik put the weapon away and looked at the boy.

"Erik Lehnsherr is my father's name."

Erik froze

His entire crew froze

Emma laughed.

"What did you say?" Erik asked in a hiss, approaching the boy menacingly, grabbing him by the arm so he wouldn't run away.

"I'm Erik Lehnsherr and I have no children. If some crazy Omega told you this because they didn't know who your real father was, it's none of my business but I swear, say that shit to anyone and I'll let you taste my sword." He said through gritted teeth. The boy learned the news with shock, gasping and trying to pull away.

"My dad would never lie to me." He said with tears starting to fill his eyes.

"And tell me, who would your dad be?" The boy swallowed and took courage.

"Charles Xavier." He said in a small voice. Erik felt his heart beat faster and released the boy. Those eyes, that's where he'd seen them before. He had seen them many years before, when he was still an inexperienced young man, in that week he spent under the covers of an English boy named Charles. Oh, how Charles must have suffered when Erik left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. He had to do it, he was starting to get too attached and if he stayed one more night, he would never go back to sea again. And now he had a son.

“Charles… Charles Xavier, you say?” He said trying to remain calm. The boy nodded.

"Where is your dad now?"

"We live in England. Dad is a teacher there. I won't let you hurt him again." The boy said.

"Hurt him? I would never hurt Charles intentionally."

"You abandoned him! It's your fault if during the night instead of sleeping he cries over some idiot he had a fling with!" The young man punched him in the side, not hard enough to make him fall but enough to make him step back.

"Take me to him. Please." He said looking at the boy with pleading eyes.

"And why would I ever do that?"

Erik thought about it.

"You said you want to kill me, right? But I didn't hurt you, I hurt your dad. It's only right that he should do it, take me to Charles and I promise I'll let him do what he wants to me." The boy looked at him not yet completely sure but nodded.

"What is your name?" He asked after they set sail to go see his lost lover. The child, who was sitting on the parapet looking at the sea in front of him, did not turn to look at his father, but answered.

"David." He said with a confident expression.

“My name is David Lehnsherr and I kind of hate my dad for deciding to give me your last name.”

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months

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Karma - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Karma

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sean Cobb (OC), Harry (Mentioned), Eggsy, Roxy (Mentioned), and random guards (Mentioned)

WC: 4,536

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence, guns, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress and heels, pretending Kingsman Headquarters wasn't blown up, flirting?, tension, pretend relationship for mission, banter, slight angst, cursing, nicknames, fighting, knives, blood, teasing, and fluff

Breathing heavily, you skidded across the marble floor, regretting wearing heels as you held up the hem of your dress to not trip on it. Turning down another hall, you heard the shouting of the very unhappy guards - very unhappy guards with guns - not a very good combination. Now this mission was supposed to be easy, one that was supposed to take less than an hour. But no, you didn't know what happened. Either the weapons dealer saw right through your flirting and he was smarter than you thought or something happened on Kingman's part. You liked to think it was the latter's fault.

Harry, being the new Arthur, had asked you to go on a mission to get some files from Sean Cobb, a weapons dealer. This would've been your first mission on your own, but for some reason, Harry asked Merlin to join you. He reasoned that having a date with you would make you less suspicious. You mentally wondered and questioned why Eggsy wasn't coming with you. He usually was the one who joined you on most of your missions. But, you had forgotten that Eggsy was on a mission somewhere in France, so he couldn't do it.

And it wasn't like you didn't want Merlin to join you on this mission. It was just that you had a bit of a crush on the older man. And, well, you're not exactly sure when it began. Maybe the moment you met him. Perhaps it started during your first week at Kingsman. Or maybe it had been there all along, and Merlin just never noticed, thankfully. Or he did, and he just didn't say anything to save you from embarrassment. Whatever it was, Merlin was your friend and you liked spending time with him. That's all it was. Even if you wished for that friendship to blossom into something more. He probably didn't even think of you in that way. You were pretty young. You were supposed to be in college at the time that you were recruited, and that was a year and a half ago.

After you were recruited, and passed all the tests, you were given the code name, Elyan. A couple of months later, is when you met Roxy and Eggsy. Which you grew closer to. You got to spend more time together, becoming quick friends. During their recruitment, you had helped Merlin during it. He had asked you for your opinion numerous times, especially in the beginning when he flooded the sleeping room. Normally, when working, Merlin was pretty stoic and serious, so when he asked what you thought of the recruits, you were surprised but honest.

You told him the truth. "I don't think most of them will get past the parachute jump."

Merlin glanced at you before looking back at his clipboard, "I remember that was a difficult task for you." He looked up at the window, the water level rising.

"Yeah, it was." You murmured, remembering how scared you were, up so high in the sky.

"But you did it." Merlin commented, making you smile.

"Yeah... Thanks for reminding me. I still have nightmares about it sometimes," You jested, Merlin only shook his head, looking back at the clipboard.

Running down the hall, you almost fell as you turned another corner, pushing the thickly-framed glasses up your nose, you continued to breathe heavily. You wondered how Merlin was doing, you had lost him when everything went to hell. One minute you were flirting with Mr. Cobb, and trying to hack into his computer to get those files, and then you were being shot at while running down a hall. Again, this mission was supposed to be simple, and easy... So how did it turn into this?

- Two Hours Ago -

Brushing down the skirt of the lavish dress, you let out a nervous breath. Your reflection looked right back at you as you turn your body every which way, observing the dress as it lay on your body. It was a deep red - similar to the color of red wine - made of silk, tight to your body; perfectly showing off your curves. The straps were thin, with a square neckline, and a high slit on the side of your leg; stopping mid-thigh. The skirt ended right on the floor, hiding your black heels. Overall, it was gorgeous. You felt gorgeous. You weren't really expecting Kingsman, or Harry rather, allowing you to choose your own dress for this mission. Fixing your hair, you gave yourself one last look right when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," You called out, grabbing the small gold earrings - a birthday present from Roxy - and placing them in your ears. The door opened, and in came Merlin, dressed in a dashing ebony suit, black tie, shiny black shoes, and gold cufflinks. Upon meeting his eyes in the mirror, you froze momentarily before smiling at him, "Hi, Merlin, could you help me with this?" You asked, fumbling with the small gold necklace. It was in the shape of the north star, and it so happened to be a gift from Eggsy; also a birthday present.

Harry, for your birthday, last year, had gifted you a novel that you had your eyes on, and had spoken about more times than not. By the time a month had passed after your birthday, you had read the book more than three times. It was hard to put down when you weren't on a mission. And Merlin... He gave you a small dagger; which you were grateful for, it was very useful during missions, and it fit perfectly in your garter - for exact missions like this one.

Raising his fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat before walking further into the room. Upon reaching you, he carefully took the necklace from your fingers. Standing behind you, he reached around, and gently placed it around your neck; it landed delicately on the center of your chest. You tried to regulate your breathing as you felt the tips of his fingers brush against the back of your neck as he clasped it in place. Merlin's hand lingered there for a moment longer before taking a step back. "There." He stated as you let out a breath you didn't even know that you were holding. "Are you ready?"

Turning slightly to face him, you nodded. "Are you ready?" You asked him in return, only for you to get a nod in response.

Side by side, you said your farewells to Harry, who in turn, wished you good luck. Exiting Kingsman Headquarters, you clutched your bag with one hand as you and Merlin walked down the stone steps and to the awaiting car. Merlin sped a bit further than you, surprising you by opening the passenger door for you, which made you smile. Sitting down, you buckled your seat belt as Merlin shut your door before slipping into the driver's seat.

Beginning to drive to the large estate where Mr. Cobb was holding his event, Merlin spoke up. "Do you remember our names?" He asked, staring ahead toward the road, his face stoic, as usual.

Huffing, you answered, "Mark and Natasha Pierce. We've been married for the past couple of months, Harry mentioned we should act like we're still in that honeymoon phase or whatever." You said, a bit irritated. "You know that I know this stuff. We just went over all of it before lunch." You added, turning your head slightly to glance at his side profile.

"Of course," He began, "I was simply making sure."

Crossing your arms, you frowned slightly, "I've been on like... A hundred missions, Merl," You watched as he glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe not a hundred but you know what I mean. I'm a damn good Kingsman." You reminded him.

"Of course you are," Merlin spoke, "If you weren't good at this, you wouldn't be here." Stopping at a light, he added, "I just wanted to make sure."

Shifting in the seat slightly, you leaned against the car, closing your eyes briefly to rest for a second. Opening them again, you looked out of the window. Looking at the sunset, you admired it for a bit, and before you knew it, you were at the estate.

Parking along the large field with the other fancy cars, Merlin turned off the engine. Turning in his seat slightly, he let a hint of a smile grace his lips at the sight of you, leaned against the car door, temple pressed onto the chill glass window, your eyes closed; asleep. Reaching over, Merlin's fingers just brushed the stray hairs that fell in front of your face, mentally debating whether or not to sweep them behind your ear. Instead, he pressed his hand on your upper arm, gently shaking you awake. Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking rapidly.

"We're here." He said simply, pulling his hand away.

Sitting up, you looked around, seeing the large home before you. "Oh." You muttered, grabbing your bag, and unbuckling.

"Elyan, wait." Merlin spoke up, your hand just brushing the car door to exit as you looked over at him, curiously, "Here." He continued before opening his coat pocket and pulling out a ring. It was beautiful. You felt your breath hitch, as your eyes widened, your whole body becoming rigid.

It was a golden band, topped with small white diamonds, and a round brilliant cut green Sapphire in the center. It was so delicate and ornate. It was perfect.

You almost felt like crying. On the one hand, you were so happy to receive such a ring to wear for a mission, but on the other hand... You wished that Merlin was giving you the ring for a different reason. The more you stared at the ring, the more nervous you became. This was going to be a tough mission, you didn't know how you were going to handle having to pretend to be in a relationship with a man that you had been in love with. The thought of it made your stomach twist unpleasantly. None of this was real.

Clearing your throat, you pulled your gaze from the ring. "Thank you..." You breathed, looking up at him and offering him a weak smile. Taking the ring and slipping it onto your ring finger, you felt your breath leave you. "It's beautiful."

"Harry picked it out," He spoke as he pulled out his own ring, a simple golden band, and slipped it on his own ring finger. You hummed, staring down at the ring. You knew that it was a possibility that Harry would pick out all the attire and accessories that you needed for the mission, he had done so for many missions in the past. Though, you couldn't help but be a bit disappointed.

"Well," You cleared your throat, "He isn't getting this back after the mission. It's mine now."

Merlin said nothing more than that, opening his door to walk around the car for you. Opening the door for you, you took his offered hand, stepping out of the vehicle.

Entering the large home, your arm looped with Merlin's, you looked around at the high ceilings, paintings on the walls, and marble statues. You let out a breath, your hand at your side tightening its hold on your small clutch. Merlin seemed to notice how tense you were becoming, as he squeezed your hand that was on his arm lightly, "You can do this." He whispered in your ear.

Looking up at him, you nodded, "Right." You murmured quietly, taking a deep breath.

Merlin led you through the house, through numerous hallways, before finally arriving at the ballroom. The live orchestra was playing some sort of classical tune, and everyone seemed to be mingling together as if they were old friends. Everyone's faces were painted with smiles and their bodies were swaying slightly to the music. Though it all seemed to be a pretty calm and enjoyable scene, all these people were either corrupt government officials or criminals, all pretending. Immediately as you stepped into the large ballroom, you entered the lion's den.

"Do you care to dance, Natasha?" Merlin asked, making your gaze snap from the dancing and up to him.

Nodding, you offered him your best smile, all the while, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach swarming. Letting out another breath as Merlin began to make his way to the dancefloor with you, you told yourself to get a hold of yourself. This was an important mission, you had to push your feelings back and get this mission done and over with.

'Play the part, play the part, play the part.'

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Merlin took your hand as your free hand came to rest on his shoulder. Gripping his hand tighter, Merlin began to lead you in a waltz, his dark eyes looking down, right into your soul; you couldn't look away. As he moved his foot, he guided yours, keeping the two of you perfectly in sync with the music. 'This is nice,' You thought to yourself, letting yourself relax.

After several moments of quiet and slow dancing, Merlin finally broke the silence with a question, "How are you feeling?" He queried softly.

"Better," You muttered, glancing around, you realized that you were technically supposed to spot Mr. Cobb while you were dancing. "He's by the bar," You murmured, eyes landing on the man from over Merlin's shoulder.

Sean Cobb was a young man, around your age, falling into the family business after his parents mysteriously disappeared. He wasn't married, nor did he have children. His hair was a dark brown color, and it framed his face, stopping at his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown with a sliver of gold in them. He was wearing a black suit and a tie with an emerald pin. His outfit wasn't quite extravagant, and obviously expensive. His hands were wrapped around a whiskey glass filled with amber-colored liquid, watching the other couples dance.

As the song slowly came to an end, you and Merlin broke apart, "That's my cue," You muttered, turning to head towards the bar. Leaning against the bar beside Sean Cobb, you waved down the bartender. Smiling, you ordered a drink, spying from the side of your eyes that Sean Cobb had been staring at you the entire time.

"Well, hello beautiful." He drawled, resting his cheek against his fist.

"Thank you. But I have a name..." You turned towards the man, looking at him over the rim of your glass.

Taking a sip from his drink, Sean gave you a lecherous smirk. "What can I call you, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Natasha Pierce..." You answered as you took a seat on the plush stool in front of him, "But you can call me anything you want." You smiled flirtatiously.

Sean's grin widened as he took the chance to look at you, his bright blue eyes slowly dragging along your figure. You wanted to throw up, but you kept your cool, allowing the man to continue to gaze at you. "My, my..." He trailed off, smirking, "Are you here with anyone?"

You sighed, lightly rolling your eyes as you took a small sip from your drink, "My husband actually." At those three words, Sean's smirk faltered slightly.

"Your husband? Where is he then?"

Raising your eyebrow, you glanced over at him, "I don't really know. He's somewhere around here." Crossing your legs, you let your leg slip through the slit, immediately catching Sean's eyes; his eyes trailing the expanse of your exposed leg. "But, enough about him, what's your name, handsome?"

"Sean." His voice was smooth, like melted chocolate.

"Hello, Sean..." You mumbled lowly, "What do you do exactly?" You asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, I am a weapons dealer." He responded smoothly, raising his eyebrow and leaning closer to you. You didn't move away, instead, you placed your empty glass down on the bar counter, "And what about you, gorgeous? What do you do?"

Biting your lip, you spoke, "I work for the government. So does my husband. We run the weapon creation firm." You smiled at him innocently.

You felt sick to your stomach, just being near this guy was creeping you out. On top of that, poor Merlin was hearing all of it with those glasses of his. Though, you should've been used to the thought of it, since Merlin always listened in on your missions, being the tech genius he was and all. You also hated that you were sometimes asked to go on missions because you were attractive and the targets would let their walls down around you.

But after Harry took over as the new King Arthur, your missions were greatly based on your excellent combat strategies rather than your looks. It was just this one that you were stuck doing. Harry promised that this was the last mission you ever had to do where you had to flirt with the criminal. He would gladly send you on more combat-based missions, your comfort was important to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the hall to have a private chat with Sean the weapons dealer. Once you got into the hallway though, Sean stopped, and that's when you felt something press against your side. Sean wrapped an arm behind you, tightening his hold on your waist as you looked down and confirmed that it was indeed a gun. Dropping your shoulders, you turned to look up at Sean with a rather unimpressed expression on your face.

"Really?" You began, raising an eyebrow, "A Colt?" You gestured to the gun almost painfully pressed into your lower ribs. "A bit extra, don't you think."

Sean glared down at you, pushing you forward, "Shut up, I know what you were playing at. You're pretty easy to read, princess." He sneered, and you mentally gagged at the nickname.

"Gee, what gave me away?" You asked sarcastically, watching as you turned down a secluded hall. 'Almost there...'

"I have the registry for every single weapons worker in the government who works with me," He paused in the middle of the hall, "And there is no 'Natasha Pierce' on it." Punching the code into the keypad on the wall, his office door opened. Moving inside, you quickly glanced around the room as the door shut.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" You asked, feeling as he pressed the gun into your side, making you wince.

Sean grinned evilly, "Yeah. This room is soundproof." He turned you around, pressing your chest into his as he stared down at you; gun now pressed into your stomach, "No one will hear you scream." All the while, your free hand fiddled with the slit of your dress.

"Noted," Grinning as you watched Sean's smirk falter in confusion. You heard the gun fall to the ground, his eyes widening as he staggered back slightly; your dagger was buried deep into his stomach. Your hand tightened around the handle, "Now, why don't you give me the password to that there computer, huh?" You asked with a glare, only for Sean to spit in your face. Pulling the blade out of Sean, you watched the blood pour out of his wound. Taking a second, you watched as he stumbled further back, hitting the wall before falling to the ground; his blood foaming a puddle around him. "What a shame." You tutted sarcastically, opening your clutch, you grabbed a small napkin; wiping your face before cleaning the blood from the dagger and putting it back on your garter. "Merl, I'm in," You spoke, rushing to the computer, leaning over to jiggle the mouse, turning it on. "But I assume that you already knew that."

"Good work, Elyan. Get the files, a few guards are beginning to grow suspicious." Merlin replied but you were already on it.

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And that was how you got into this situation. Opening your clutch, you grabbed your gun, spinning around to shoot at some of the guards that were chasing after you. You were able to take out three, your bullets going through their heads as you quickly backed down the hall. Once at the end of the hall, you were about to turn around the corner when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a small room.

Initially, you felt the heat of panic fill your blood as the door to the small, dark room closed shut. 'Great,' you thought, 'I'm going to die in a closet.'

"Elyan." At the sound of his voice, you sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping in relief.

Turning around in his arms, you strained your eyes to see Merlin, "Thanks," You breathed out, trying to back out of his arms, only to bump into the wall behind you.

You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you at the mere thought that you were in a dark closet-like room, pressed impossibly close to your crush. You swallowed hard, "So, uh..." You cleared your throat, "What do we do now?" Merlin said nothing, reaching out to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He tried a couple more times before a strand of curses left his lips, his Scottish lilt becoming more noticeable; making your heart skip a beat. He couldn't even try and kick the door down, there was hardly any room to breath, let alone move. "Don't freaking tell me that we're stuck in here." You began, raising your hand up in the limited space to pinch the bridge of your nose.

Merlin let out a sigh, his warm breath fanning your face, "We are."

"You've got to be kidding me… This has to be karma or something." You exclaimed before muttering out, "First having to flirt with that Cobb creep and now this."

"Karma?" Merlin asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I mean this is your first mission in like twenty years and I stole Harry's sandwich this morning." Merlin let a small, amused smile lift the corners of his lips, as you continued, "How are we going to get out of this?" You asked the man, whose small grin turned back into a serious frown. “You’re the more experienced one out of us.”

"I've already sent Galahad our location," Merlin answered, raising his hand, his fingers brushing against a string. Cautiously, he pulled down, a light bulb quickly lighting up the place, you sighed; finally, you could see..

"He’s back? Great, so, we just wait here?" You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, "That'll take forever."

"Unfortunately." Merlin said, "I apologize, Elyan." Glad that he was finally able to see you, and even with your hair messed up a bit, you still looked breathtaking.

Shaking your head, you raised a hand to pat his chest, "It's fine, don't worry about it." Quickly dropping your hand after you realized what you had done. "It's not like you sent me on this mission." You shrugged, looking anywhere in the small closet but at him. “I’m going to blame Harry.”

"I never told you how stunning you look tonight," Merlin stated suddenly, his hand coming up to brush the fallen strands of hair behind your ear. His hand slowly moved from your ear to your cheek. You could feel his cold hands on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

Looking up at him, you gazed into his dark eyes, "Oh... Well, thank you." You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows as you tilted your head into his hand, "What's going on with you?" You whispered, as Merlin just stared down at you, his gaze intense but warm. "Did you hit your head or something? I mean, the ceiling in here is pretty low." You sputtered out a small laugh, trying to hide how bashful and nervous you were feeling with a joke, but it didn't seem to help the situation like usual.

Merlin sighed, his hand dropping from your cheek, and looking away from you, Merlin spoke, "Nothing's wrong, I promise." His accent thickened a little with his words, "Just a bit of a headache, nothing you should concern yourself with."

"Merl, how long have we known each other?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him, "You can trust me."

Merlin stared down at you, an unknown look in his eyes, lips pulled into a straight lip; pursed. “I’m not very good at this, love,” He muttered, almost too quiet for you to hear. It was then that Merlin seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he was in. His eyes softened and you swore that you saw a flash of sadness in them, which disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared.

Staring up at the man, you let in a breath as you took a chance. One that could either blow up in your face or change everything. Reaching up, you stood up on your toes before placing your hand on the side of Merlin’s face, gently stroking the soft skin. Your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones lightly as you looked up at him; it seemed everything was going alright, he hadn't pushed you away.

And finally, you pressed your lips to his, soft and chaste. Slowly, you pulled back, your hands falling from his face to rest on his chest. Your heart hammered in your chest, nerves rising as you worried that you had ruined everything. Slowly, he raised his own hand, moving to cup your chin gently. You felt your breath catch in your throat, unable to say anything as he leaned down closer to you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils once more, making your stomach tighten.

You felt his soft lips press against yours, his mouth parting slightly. A slight gasp escaped you as you immediately kissed him back. It took everything in you not to cry in relief as you gripped his jacket tightly. All you could think was, 'thank you' to whatever higher power was out there as one of his hands came up to cup the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

Pulling away, you let out a shaky breath as he placed his forehead against yours. You both stayed silent, enjoying the moment as you caught your breath. Finally, you said, "I should steal Harry's sandwiches more often..." You joked, smiling as you looked up into those enchanting brown eyes again.

He chuckled before bringing you closer, but before he could say anything, the closet door opened revealing Eggsy. He immediately smirked, looking between you and Merlin in each other's arms. "Well, time to go, love birds." He spoke, voice chipper. Awkwardly, you both pulled away, quickly leaving the closet. Walking down the hall, Eggsy continued to tease, "If I knew that throwing you two in a closet would finally get you two together, I would've done it ages ago."

The pair shot daggers at his back, Merlin mumbling under his breath. You scoffed, "Come off it, Eggsy." You grumbled, though your sour expression didn't last for long when Merlin gently took your hand in his. You smiled at him, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as you walked down the hall towards the exit.

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parttimesarah · 10 months

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💜My immediate thoughts on WWDITS FX S5E3💚

* Yana Gorskaya always directs the BEST Nandermo episodes!

* I love that we got a fresh, more subtle, “SeanaaAaAaAAy”

* Guillermo’s interview sitting in his footlocker is so sweet! It’s a reminder that Nandor bought him something he really wanted and that Nandor is responsible, in this small way, for helping Guillermo feel more like a vampire.

* Guillermo standing behind Nandor when Sean and Charmaine are in the fancy room is just a subtle reminder of how dedicated Guillermo remains to Nandor. He is not abandoning him.

* I WANT BOTH OF THOSE SEAN SHIRTS!

* AWWWW Nandor, your crush is showing, bb!

* Guillermo’s super speed was… lacking. He seems less strong than when he was slaying/bodyguarding in S2, 3, and 4. Maybe it’s because he is further away from being his true self. Laszlo saying that the turning has been “stymied”, to me, lends credence to the idea that Nandor’s blood could kickstart its completion. Guillermo will come into his full strength when he is finally united with Nandor for eternity.

* I gotta admit, it feels a bit like they just needed to find something for Natasia to be doing. I think she did a great job with the physical performance, but I don’t know how much her/the doll’s story here was needed.

* “Soft after two pumps”, Nandor? Could it be because you’ve just been thinking of Guillermo (the djinn’s wish) while not being with Guillermo. That issue will go away 👏 once 👏 you 👏 are 👏 with 👏 Guillermo!!!

* Nandor demanding he “is wanted” as a reason to spend time with Guillermo (and Laszlo) during their experiments was so telling. Like he needed to hear Laszlo say he is a powerful hypnotist to be happy, he needs to audibly hear that he is actually wanted, even if he’s the one saying it. Guillermo saying “I chose you. I want you.” is going to make this babygirl cream his jeans velvet robes.

* Nandor looking at Guillermo before saying he can fly higher than Laszlo is another obvious tell that he is only concerned with Guillermo’s opinion of him. He is searching for that validation!

* “Grey Boy” is such a good nickname for CR 😂

* Laszlo calling Guillermo “dear boy” is a huge compliment when you consider how their relationship in the series began. Laszlo may not show it (cuz it takes him a long time to show his emotions), but he does care for Guillermo’s wellbeing.

* Awwww Laszlooooo, look at you out living your best beach boy life! I’d say that red face’s sunburn would be worth it! It is interesting that Laszlo is able to take strength from Guillermo. Sure, it’s something Guillermo doesn’t sacrifice anything to give away (just some hours on the treadmill), but the metaphor of using Guillermo’s self-defined weakness (he hasn’t been turned well enough, he isn’t vampiric enough) to help bring a vampire joy is actually quite lovely

* Nandor admitted it! OMFG! I was SO ready for him to deny deny deny that he was just trying to impress Guillermo but HE DIDN’T! Honestly, I still can’t believe it.

* Not the TikTok trainspotting guy Nandor Cam 😂. As I watched Nandor slowly going further and further up, I kept trying to imagine what he was saying to himself in his mind. It had to be something about wanting to outshine Laszlo so that Guillermo will stay with him forever. And then maybe his (usually blissfully empty) mind would have led him to say “Well, there is one way I could make sure we’re together forever…”

* Charmaine’s face when Laszlo said how much Sean has tried to kiss him. 👀 Might we see a jealous Charmaine??

* Naked Nandy! GOOD LORD! Thank you writers. Thank you, Yana.

* What does the Guillermo cough with the smoke mean?! It might have just been his breath in the cold, but it really looked like a bit of smoke or steam escaped him upon seeing his master naked (and with the djinn-dick). He still protected his Master though, even with the surprise, and that tending behavior was sweet. **UPDATE: I don’t watch with subtitles, so I missed the fact that Guillermo said “Oh my God” and then he coughed some smoke. That’s so perfect!**

* The jalopy lives and it looked great! But the best part of the parade was seeing Guillermo being so cute and happy. Yes, he’s owning his identity, but he also knows that Nandor will literally go to space for him!

* And as for that end credits scene…Nonononononononononononononono

#what a rollercoaster #wwdits s5 spoilers #wwdits s5 #wwdits s5e3 #I am overall LOVING this season so far #I do hope Nadja’s plot gets more grounded #but the Nandor-Guillermo-Laszlo dynamic is ON POINT #this was THE most Nandermo-heavy episode EVER!#THANK YOU YANA!!!!#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #wwdits fx #nandermo

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 months

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Here's a fun article. DO'D shares ten links to things on the internet that he finds funny. I watched all the clips tonight, which made for an enjoyable evening of both watching things that ranged from baffling to mildly amusing to very funny, and of enjoying the fact that David O'Doherty picked them.

There was only one thing on the list that I'd seen before, and what an excellent pick. I've gone off panel shows a lot compared to the way I was a few years ago, I now remember spending mid-2020 watching every single episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats and Catsdown within about six weeks and wonder why that seemed like a good idea. But I stand by some of it. I still have a great fondness for early Jon Richardson (how generous I am with when I'd consider his strong "early" period to end depends on mood on a given day). I still think Sean Lock was breath-takingly funny. Catsdown was a funny show for the first bunch of seasons. 8 Out of 10 Cats was not, it was almost never good, but they did strike some excellent chemistry once they threw Sean and John together and I will never get tired of re-watching the best moment to ever appear on that show:

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I enjoyed David O'Doherty deciding Carrot In a Box was special enough to include on this list, even though the list is clearly meant to be for offbeat indie humour and not large Channel 4 panel show. Carrot in a Box transcends boundaries.

My two favourite things on the list that I hadn't seen before were Simon Bird and Claudia O'Doherty:

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Simon Bird surprised me because I saw student comedy and I figured it would be a sort of novelty thing where part of the humour comes from laughing at him for being so young and different to how he is now. But nope, it was just legitimately very funny. I was sorry I hadn't seen it before and glad DO'D directed me to it. Also, this was a year before The Inbetweeners started airing, I hadn't realized he was still in university so soon before it. Seems surprisingly young, though when I think about it, I guess being a year out of university is still a bit old to play a high school kid.

That Claudia O'Doherty + Natasia Demetriou sketch was really funny too, I've done some CO'D trips through YouTube but hadn't seen that one before. Obviously this rec reminds me that DO'D/CO'D being locked in a radio studio all night with Daniel Kitson back in 2006/07/08 would be somewhere on my list of offbeat, out-of-the-box choices for funniest things I've ever heard (after the fairly judgmental post I made last night about finding it annoying when comedians talk about their relationship, DO'D/CO'D is my proof that I don't always object to that, it helps if they're annoying about it in a way that's intentional and self-aware), and it's lovely that 17 years later he's still called her the funniest person he knows. The sketch made me laugh, Claudia and Natasia were both very funny in it. She's right, magic is stupid (I may be willfully misinterpreting the sketch through the filter of my own views).

Besides that, on the list there is a sketch that's probably funny if you ever watch cricket. A couple of videos where I feel like I'm missing some important context, probably related to Irish TV, that would explain why they're so funny. And Instagram account, and I think it's probably one of my unreasonable old person opinions that I have trouble with people referring to a social media account as a piece of comedy on par with a stand-up routine or sketch or something like that, but mascots during moments of silence definitely are funny. There's a video of Irish donkeys where I do not understand the point but I'm glad David O'Doherty's had a good time watching it.

There's this, which confuses me, and I definitely don't think it's the masterpiece that DO'D seems to think it is, but I did enjoy watching it:

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I'm not sure how much I enjoyed that one personally, I felt like I could really see why DO'D found it so funny. It seems like very DO'D-style humour, even though DO'D whole thing is being lowkey and this video is not particularly lowkey. If you took those lyrics - and that style of delivering them - out of the giant band and transposed them to a lowkey plastic keyboard, I could see this being the foundation of a DO'D song.

On an only very tangentially related note, I was listening to an episode of the John/Elis radio show today, and they were talking about when you accidentally send a text message to the wrong person, and Elis said David O'Doherty has a song like that. Which he does, but what surprised me is that the producer Vin was the one who immediately jumped in and supplied the title and summary of the song.

I'd been thinking for some time that Vin can hold his own with comedians surprisingly well for a guy who's not involved in comedy (to be honest he'll sometimes get to the joke or punchline in a situation faster than Elis does). A while ago I heard him express interest in Andy Zaltzman, and I assumed this must be because he's a cricket fan (I have, since making that post, heard him mention cricket several times, so I've confirmed that that's not just an assumption I invented based on his race), because he's come to this comedy radio show via radio and music, not via comedy. But now he's out there referencing David O'Doherty songs, and I'd like to apologize to Producer Vin for not expecting him to know about comedy. The song about sending a text to the wrong person isn't a particularly deep O'Doherty cut, he plays it a lot, but still. Impressive reference, if you happen to be the sort of person who's impressed by Chocolate Milk Gang references, which I am. Made me like Vin even more, I'm going to miss him when they move to the BBC. Which is too soon. I only have about 40 Radio X episodes left. It seems infinite when I started and now I'm running out. For some reason I feel like the BBC ones won't be as good. I don't want to run out of Radio X. It's okay, the audiobook will add 12 extra hours.

...I've veered pretty far off topic here, the main takeaway from this post is that you should watch the lethally meta Simon Bird student routine, and the Claudia O'Doherty/Natasia Demetriou sketch. You can watch the other things from the article if you want to, as I did, but I mainly recommend those. And obviously everyone should be re-watching Carrot in a Box at regular intervals anyway, for your health.

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livelovesimallways · 1 year

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The Weekend Pt. 3......

(Previous)

It’s been nearly two months since things went down between me, my sister and Sean. Dana forgave him for messing with Julia and despite my best efforts, he went back home. While they moved on and continued planning their wedding, I distanced myself again. Opening up those old wounds made me bitter, angry and hell bent on making sure I got my "lick back". I didn’t care what it cost, Sean had to pay for breaking my heart. I wanted to confess everything to Dana sooner but I realized doing it during that time wasn't the way to go. Humph, with how I was feeling, something misdirected and reckless surely would have come out my mouth. Now that I’ve calmed down, I’m ready to tell her all of it. Even though Sean is the catalyst for this, Dana has a right to know. It’s going to hurt without my sister in my life, but I put myself in this position. Damn...We really do reap what we sow.

The Following Week.....

"Shit! Girl, you scared me." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"My bad...Just making sure you're good. I mean, the way you ran out the kitchen..."

"I know, I know...I'm fine though. Thanks for lookin out."

"Of course...But umm, are you sure you're good? You've thrown up almost every day for a week now."

"Yeah, but you know how sensitive my stomach is. I've been eating too much dairy. Plus the smell of eggs always makes me nauseous, it just got to me today."

"I understand that but..."

"But what? What are you trying to say?"

"It might be morning sickness."

"Look, I appreciate your concern but it's not possible."

"Nothing is one hundred percent, Dee. Your sugar daddy may be older but I'm sure he still has swimmers."

"Okay eww, he ain't that old. He's fifty but the odds of that happening are less than one percent." I said, doing a cutting motion.

"Well still, if you wanna check I have some tests upstairs. Don't ask." *both snickering* "You gone find out either way so..."

"Fine ho, I'll do it." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous...Did it come up yet?"

"........."

"Mimi??"

"Ummm, Yeah...It's positive."

"Positive??? Nah, that can't be right." I said, grabbing the test in complete disbelief. "Fuck!...Maybe it's a false result."

"A false positive?? You're my bestie but..."

"I know. This is fuckin crazy though. I swear he definitely had a vasectomy. I was even nursing him back to health. "

"Seems like you were doing more than that." *smirking*

"This is not the time, Mimi." I said, smiling although fearful and in shock.

Trying to make sense of this, I started to put together a timetable in my head. I thought about how long I've missed my period, how long I've been feeling sick and who I've had sex with. As my stomach sank, Mimi asked question, reminding me of the shit storm that is to come.

"Are you still having your sister over later or is that off the table?

To Be Continued..........

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cherikdogfood · 8 months

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Sound of Silence

A Cherik fanfic for Whumptober #7: Can you hear me?

The first thing he notices is the hard, cold metal underneath him. He tries to move, but realizes that his arms are shackled to his sides.

Charles blinks. Once, twice, and still, he can't see anything. It's simply pitch-black around him, and the silence is disconcerting. He's lying on something, probably a metal table, he realizes. And he's naked.

He can feel something attached to the sides of his head, something like wires and cords that remind him of Cerebro, but he can't be sure because of the darkness around him.

Instinctively, Charles tries to reach for the minds around him. But when he does, it's like an invisible wall is blocking him from the outside world.

A pang of panic stabs through his heart, but he reigns it in and tries again. Still, he can't feel anything. His chest feels stuffy and he tries again -- and when he feels the wall blocking him, sharp bursts of terror claw at his heart.

'There's no way this is happening', he thinks. The nothingness is suffocating. The invisible wall, the one that blocks the minds of everything and everyone from him, feels like a stone weighing on his chest.

It's disconcerting. It's terrifying. It's like losing a limb. And Charles starts to panic.

He tries again and again and again. Reaching, stretching, trying to break down the walls that block his powers. He's used to feeling a buzz at the back of his head, the constant humming of voices and feelings and thoughts. He's used to the warm glow of minds all around him. The constant reminder that he isn't alone.

But now he is alone.

Charles wants to cry.

***

Charles has no idea how many times he tried to use his powers. It's futile, he knows that by now, but he can't stop trying, because if he stops, then that means there's no hope... And when there's no hope...

Charles shakes his head and takes a deep breath. There's no use panicking like this. For now, he has to calm down and analyze things carefully.

When he first woke up, he was so terrified by the fact that he was alone that he didn't think things through. How did he get here? Who kidnapped him? And how can he get out of here?

Charles jogs down his memories and thinks carefully. After Erik and Raven left, he was devastated. The loss of his legs, his sister, and his best-friend-slash-lover was too much to bear.

Thankfully, he still had the children to think of -- it was a great distraction, and he had welcomed it with open arms. He had busied himself with setting up his school, taking care of Alex and Sean and Hank...

'That's right, the school,' he muses. He had been wheeling his wheelchair in the grounds of Westchester to 'get some air', as Hank had put it, when he was barraged with a feeling of hatred and disgust and anger and... it was suffocating.

Charles remembers hearing Hank shout something. He remembers falling to the ground. He has glimpses of black boots thumping on the ground and coming to a stop in front of his eyes.

He recalls feeling the panic and fear and shock in the children's minds, and he remembers telling them to run. To get away from these people.

A quick glimpse inside the kidnappers heads was enough to let him know that their target was him, not the kids... He remembers feeling a sudden stab of pain and drowsiness... and then?

What else...?

Charles squints his eyes, even though he can't see in the dark, and thinks further.

He was kidnapped, that's for sure. And his kidnappers knew to come find him in Westchester. That was disturbing, and when he got out of here he would have to investigate that part further.

He remembers the suffocating minds of his attackers, how he tried to grasp their minds and make them stop... But why didn't they stop? Charles knew the extent of his powers and he knew that logically, his mind would've been able to stop their actions.

But now, for some reason, he was here. Kidnapped, alone, and unable to use his telepathy properly.

Who kidnapped him? Was it the CIA? Some other government agency? Or someone else, someone like Shaw?

"Hello?" Charles speaks aloud and winces at the sound of his own voice.

He can't hear anything but the sound of his own breathing, but it doesn't stop him from trying again.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

He is met with silence.

"My name is Charles Xavier," he tries again, louder this time. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Charles stops talking and strains his ears, trying to catch a sound, any sound, really, that could give him clues as to where he is and what his kidnappers want from him.

He swallows uneasily and tries to talk again, hoping to communicate with someone, but when he hears nothing but his own voice in the darkness, he starts to falter.

Everything is suffocating. The darkness, the silence, and the emptiness in his head...

Charles doesn't know how many times he called out to someone. He even resorted to screaming, hoping that someone would take notice of him and reply.

At first, he was hoping to talk to someone, convince them to release him, maybe. Or even better, use his telepathy on them, to dig inside their minds and see what they have in store for him.

Now, Charles just wants someone to answer. Even if the voice will mock him and tell him he's stupid. Even if the voice will threaten him.

He just needs something. Anything.

Several hours later, Charles feels his heart plummet to his stomach as panic sets in. For the first time in a long while, he doesn't know what to do.

***

Charles finds himself drifting off into a dreamlike state, hovering between sleep and wakefulness. He knows he shouldn't be sleeping -- he should be trying to get free, doing something.

But Charles is tired, and he just wants the darkness to embrace him. So he gives in, letting sleep pull him into the abyss.

It's just that, the moment he falls asleep, Charles is woken up by a jolt of electricity that stuns him, jerking him awake. He gasps at the stinging pain and blinks slowly.

What was that...?

"Hello? Is somebody there?" Charles cries out loud. His voice is raspy, but he doesn't care.

Nobody responds, and he does not feel the sting of an electric shock either, making him wonder if it was just an illusion.

But just now, the pain was real. Charles remembers it. He was going to sleep, but the electrocution woke him up.

Charles tries to shift his body into a more comfortable position (not that he has many options; after all, he is shackled to a table, and his legs... Charles tries not to think about them).

Several minutes later, Charles finds himself drifting into sleep again. But just like before, when he was about to truly fall asleep, Charles is stunned into wakefulness with a sharp burst of electricity.

He feels dread curling at the bottom of his stomach. Were his kidnappers... planning to shock him every time he tried to sleep?

The idea was impossible, it was too cruel, too... inhumane. And Charles desperately hoped that he was wrong.

Two hours later (during which he had accidentally fallen asleep and rudely stunned awake at least five times; Charles stopped counting after five), Charles found himself terribly exhausted.

He was already tired to begin with, but now, added with the fact that he wasn't allowed a single moment of reprieve, he felt despair and fear clawing at his heart, threatening to burst.

How much longer were they going to do this? Surely they didn't plan on killing him with sleep deprivation, right?

Charles could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. Since he hadn't eaten or drank anything since his capture, his mouth was dry and his stomach ached a little.

He tried to distract himself in little ways. He thought about his favorite tea. He thought about sunshine and warm cardigans. He recalled his thesis, the one that always made Raven fall asleep within seconds...

'Oh Raven, how he missed her,' he thought. When he felt a lump forming in his throat, he quickly thought of something else... Something that wouldn't make him cry.

He thought of Alex, who was getting used to his powers and eager to train as he got better at aiming...

He thought of Sean's laughter as he said something silly that annoyed Alex and Hank; his scream when he started flying for the first time and his glee when he succeeded.

He thought of Hank, insecure and shy, so smart and yet so awkward with himself...

He thought of rainbows and kittens and Oxford and chess with Erik, and oh how he missed Erik.

A stray tear flows out of his eyes, down the side of his face and unto the metal table. And at that moment, it's like the walls he built to protect himself has been breached.

He can't stop crying, and this time, he doesn't try to stop himself.

Erik, he whispers through his tears. Please come back, he sobs painfully.

I hate being alone.

I need you.

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #fassavoy #x men first class #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 7

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━"Klutz"

━Tw: Injuries and mentions of medical equipment

━Notes: Self indulgent fic becuase lord knows I get new injuries everyday.

━Song: "bedroom community" By glass beach

Henrik sighed as he watched you sheepishly smile at him.

He was getting used to seeing you like this; timidly swinging your feet off the examination table, avoiding eye contact with his blue eyes as you laughed nervously.

A bandage was wrapped over your head as if resembling an over eggagarated injury from old cartoons, like you had gotten hit on top of the head with a comicaly sized wooden mallet. It would have been funny if not for the small brown bloodstains littering the gauze's surface.

Bruises lined what was exposed of your legs, a few spunky bandaids scattered here and there that he hadn't remembered using. It reminded the doctor standing in front of you that you only came to him for the serious injuries. Who knows what you attempted to patch up behind closed doors.

"(Y/n) zis is your fifth visit to mein clinic zis veek." Henrik adjusted his glasses sternly, sharp accent making you wince. But the smile still remained on your face, refusing to let anyone see you as anything but carefree right now.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it doc. I'm gonna live forever." You waved it off, the swaying of your feet off the side of the table getting faster out of anxiety. Henrik noticed that, raising an eyebrow silently.

"Not accortingt to zese test results you arent."

"What?!"

"Only joking." He smiled slightly before becoming stony again. You huffed.

"But seriously you need to schtart being more kareful. I don't know how many more times I can take patching you up only fur you to run back in here an hour later vith anozer injury."

You gave him the same speech you always did. That you were fine, it was just a scratch, you always bounced right back up again, you had survived worse ect ect. He responded with his own speech, one you've heard almost as many times as he's heard yours. The only difference was that it enlisted a lot more medical talk and an exasperated tone.

"-und don't make me get Jackie or Sean about zis (Y/n). You know zey vill tie you down to your bed und never let you leafe again if zey finds out how much you'fe been getting hurt." A finger was pointed threatening at you. You could tell he meant it too, the downturn of his lips and worried glint in his eyes giving him away.

"All I did was climb a tree." You whined.

A beat of silence. Henrik looked unimpressed.

"Okay maybe Chase told me to jump from it so he could get a cool shot for his video, but it was only becuase no one else would do it!"

"Mein god I am goingkt to kill zat man." He ran a hand down his masked face. Taking a deep breath or two before speaking again, Henrik attempted to collect himself.

"(Y/n). Ve are all vorried about you. Efen if some of us don't schow it as vell as ozers, ve're noticing jchust how much you're getting hurt."

You knew he was talking about Anti when he mentioned how some of his brothers had trouble caring for you, but you were far to entranced in Henriks gaze to remind yourself to tease the glitch about that later.

His tone had softened now, as well as the discipline in his posture. The doctor seemed a lot more vulnerable. Almost pleading with you.

He was also a lot closer to you than a moment ago.

"I mean-" It felt like trying to swallow a lump of cotten in your throat as you spoke. You didn't dare to break your staring contest with him now

"I can try Henrik."

The tension lifted, worry lines all but dissapearing from Henriks face as he relaxed. A soft smile broke out onto his face, mask now dangling from one of his ears haphazardly.

"Zank you liebling. Zat is all I ask."

Instead of moving back now you watched as he seemed to hesitate in his motions. Looking down at you with an urge in his eyes, it made your pulse quicken. Which was funny considering you could make a joke about blood pressure in a doctors office right now. You decided it wasn't the time.

But he had stepped back so fast you thought youd imagined it.

"I'll see you at dinner. Hopefully nine sooner." Henrik was now holding open the door to his office, clearing his throat and looking at you from afar.

It took you a minute to regroup. Mumbled a thanks at him, you half heartedly grabbed a lollipop from one of the cups on his desk as you passed on the way out. For some reason you felt disappointed walking out of the room and into a brightly lit hallway, although you didn't see any reason why.

Henrik watched you walk off down the hall, candy stick poking out of the side of your lips.

He sighed.

Oh how he wished he had kissed you.

#henrik von schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein #schneep #dr schneeplestein x reader #jse henrik #henrik von schneeplestein x reader #jse #septic egos x reader #septic egos #septic #egos x reader #egos

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Book Review: Sinner by Sierra Simone

I read Sinner last month and I've been pushing back the review since then. But here it is! I will try not to spoil anything from the book for those interested in reading it.

Title: Sinner (book 2 in the Priest series)

Year of publication: 2018

Reading time-line: December 28, 2023 to January 6, 2024

Trigger Warnings: Loss, suicide, religious trauma, sexual trauma, death, illness

Content: large age gap between characters (they are both adults), explicit sex, religion (Catholicism), cursing

Age rating: Adult

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶.5/5

Review:

I was skeptical about this book at first. I found the audio book on Spotify first back in November 2023. I listened to the first few chapters, and instantly knew I had to get the book. I felt identified with the story for numerous reasons, most of them personal, so I won't delve too much into the why's. However, I will say, as someone having a hard time with religion, this book, ironically, made me analyze myself in many ways. Sean's spiritual battle through the book was beautifully written, and it was truly wonderful to see him grow as a person, not necessarily in a religious sense, but in the sense that everything led him to change for the better.

Sean's character is interesting, I liked that the story was told from his point of view, since I'm not used to reading books in men's POV. I loved how in love he was with Zenny the whole time, and he never denied it. It was refreshing to have a character fully and happily acknowledge his feelings and not be like "Oh no, I can't feel this way cus this and that". (I would write "SIMP" every time he said or thought anything romantic or sweet about Zenny. That man was respectful, sweet, dedicated, caring, hardworking, protective, the definition of husband material. I swear if Zenny told him "let's run away together" that man would have disappeared with her in a heart beat. He was head over heels and it was so freaking cute.)

I was able to form an emotional connection to Zenny and Sean, so I think in the sense of goals, description, backstory, interactions, and personality, both characters were well written. Both of their developments were great, and their relationship felt natural. They had wonderful chemistry from the moment they met, and I enjoyed their dynamic.

I think Sierra Simone handled the topics/themes presented in the story very well. I couldn't stop crying for like 3 hours by the end. The plot really resonated with me, and bet it will resonate with many others. The themes have the potential to be relatable, and definitely a reminder to readers that they are not alone in their struggles.

This book, like smut readers call it, is p0rn with a plot. The story really makes you think a lot, it is our of people's comfort zone since it does deal with many difficult, maybe even controversial, topics.

This book wasn't 100% perfect. I did think some things were odd like the fact that Sean is way older than Zenny (like girly is a college student in her early 20's while he is in his late 30's and a businessman). The fact that he was always hard, like why are these men always horny? Like Zenny would breathe, and my man was already ready to jump her bones. Like chill babes... I would have also liked to know a bit more about Zenny, mostly her point of view and thought process. There's other things, but they are spoilers, and most of them are just personal preferences rather than criticism.

Overall, I think I really needed to read this book. I'm glad I found it before Priest (that will be for another review...). It was good, it was definitely a new genre of tropes for me, and my first ever erotica. It's a relatively short (?) book (it took me a while because I ✨️procrastinate✨️) if you're looking for a quick read. I definitely recommend it.

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5/5

Note: One day my reviews will improve 💀

#books #novels #books and reading #book review #book recommendations #romance books #book blog #bookish #Spotify

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spookymultimedia · 1 year

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Laszlo's beauty

Sean finds Laszlo's playing on his harp and confesses something personal to him

Takes place sometime after this fic

CW: the usual amount of sexual innuendos that are connected to Laszlo

Laszlo's harp sat untouched next to his piano gathering dust. The truth was Laszlo had completely forgotten about the thing. He would sit for hours on end strumming the harp with his skilled gentle hands that caused Nadja so much joy in private intimacy. He had found other hobbies to entertain his insatiable mind and had simply forgotten all about it until one night.

Laszlo walked the halls searching for something to distract him from the insolent demons in his mind that reminded him of the strange child he had lost. He had been reunited with his love whom he presumed to be deceased but at the cost of a child who he grew fond and protective over. He was relieved, yes, but tormented by the hurricane of emotions inside him. He found it harder than usual to concentrate and the nightmares became more and more frequent. Colin assured him his emotions were valid and real and the parental bond was very very real but yet he felt stupid. It was then he found himself looking at the harp that brought him comfort centuries ago. He brushed the harp and listened to the hum of noise it brought. He sat down and clumsily attempted to play the strings. The noise wasn't exactly a pretty one. It took him a minute or two to adjust and find the muscle memory his hands once held. Once he found his rhythm he closed his eyes and let his hands strum aimlessly on the strings, allowing it to silence his mind. Unbeknownst to Laszlo, Charmaine and Sean had payed a friendly visit to the mansion, which wasn't uncommon due to Nadja's amorous relationship to Sean's good lady wife. They had known their vampire status for quite awhile now and were quite calm about the information to everyone's surprise. Sean passed through the hallway behind Charmaine and Nadja as they talked and stopped when he heard the sound of a harp. It was quite a unique tune and Sean couldn't help his curiosity. The two ladies didn't even notice Sean had stopped. He followed the noise and found Laszlo seated at his harp. To a lover of music the sound was odd and not the most beautiful symphony but to Sean's amateur ears, it was wonderful. Laszlo was so lost in his own music that he didn't notice Sean stepping closer to him. Sean stood in awe at Laszlo and stared at his hands. He never noticed how nice his hands were. The shape, his rings and his polish was full of character and charm. His hands moved so effortlessly as if he was a wizard conjuring the tune with a spell. Laszlo's face was stern with concentration. Hair fell into his face making him look mysterious. His hair looked so soft. Sean wondered how nice it would feel to run his fingers through that raven hair. He wondered if King David looked this beautiful as he played his holy psalms on his harp as Laszlo did when he played. He felt glued to the spot, as if Laszlo's spell was keeping him grounded there.

"Holy shit," Sean breathed out. The sudden noise startled Laszlo, causing him to let out a short yelp and stiffen his shoulders. Sean backed away, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He let out a soft giggle. Laszlo relaxed and sighed.

"You're something else Laz."

Laszlo blinked up at him, "what?"

Sean stared back, blushing. A flood of words and desires filled his head, it felt impossible to say how he felt.

"You're beautiful," he said with a wistful smile. It was all he could say. Laszlo's jaw fell in shock.

"How- how you move your hands like that- it's fancy stuff," He smiled wider and stood behind Laszlo, close enough that the vampire could feel his breath on his neck which was doing wonders to his penis.

"Th- th- thank you," Laszlo stumbled on his words. It astonished Laszlo how easily he could take his breath away when it had left him centuries ago.

"Laszlo, I need to tell you something," he touched his cheek and moved his chin to face him. Laszlo grew limp and looked up at his best friend. He could hear his pal's heart racing.

"I think I'm in love with you," Sean with each word Sean grew more calm and giddy. Laszlo's jaw fell wider, "Really?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I was just so scared to say anything. I'm so sorry. You're precious to me. You know that don't you?"

Laszlo sat there stunned. Laszlo moved towards his face before becoming coy. He closed the gap and pecked Laszlo's lips. He grinned and looked at Laszlo's face. A huge smile crept on his face, he let out a gay chuckle before he suddenly dashed up into the air becoming a bat. He flew around in circles as Sean laughed at his ecstacy. He landed back in regular form and fell onto the couch. Sean ran up to him and hugged him.

"I love you!" Laszlo cried, "I love you so much. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you, " he pulled Sean close and Sean ran his hands through his hair while kissing his forehead. Charmaine and Nadja looked at the two.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" they said at the same time and laughed at themselves.

"Wait you knew!!??" Nadja asked wide eyed.

"Obviously. He told me he had a crush. Poor Seanie is so shy about these things," Charmaine giggled.

"You're not upset?"

"No, I want them to date!" Charmaine scoffed. Charmaine walked up Sean and gave the couple a huge hug. Laszlo couldn't stop grinning.

Colin walked into the room, "What's going on in here?"

"Me and Sean are dating now!" Laszlo cried out.

"Well its about damn time," Colin cried back and shook his head and moved along. "Now it's Nandor's turn to confess."

Nadja looked at him, "What?"

"Oh nothing." Colin sang out as he left. Charmaine returned to her beloved's side and kissed her cheek, Nadja smirked down at her. Nadja felt so happy to see Laszlo happy with his favorite little guy. The two left Laszlo and Sean to be alone. Sean was resting over Laszlo's chest, feeling at his hair. "I'm sorry, am I too hands-y? I can stop."

"No, don't stop. "

Sean stroked his hair and breathed in his shoulder. They stayed cuddled like that for hours and once more was Laszlo's harp forgotten.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanfic #wwdits fanfiction #laszlo cravensworth #sean rinaldi #laszlo x sean #seanszlo #sean x charmaine #charmaine rinaldi #nadja x charmaine #nadja of antipaxos #nadja cravensworth #laszlin #colin robinson #nandermo

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