lili-orlov·: 

Her eyes searched in his for truth in his words and for a moment she may have believed him. However, his next motion showed his fear as well as her own, “If you can promise me, right now, that everything will be fine, then I’ll believe you. But if you can’t believe it yourself then please don’t lie to me.” Her gaze fell and the princess let a tear slip from her eyes, “Tell me honestly Charlie, do you think we will all be okay?”

Gott, he was royally fucking up the whole comforting thing. Taking in a slow deep breath and giving himself a bit of space to think, Charlie moved his hand from Lili’s shoulder to gently wipe away the tear, trying to think how to reassure her without flat out lying. “They need us,” he said quietly, “Alive, Lili, or their whole plan falls through. They’ve been at this for how long now? A long time and they keep managing to take more of us so... why would they do that if they just... intended to drop everything and not get what they wanted in the first place?” 

lili-orlov·: 

“False sense of safety,” she spoke softly. Vasilia was never the type to think of the worst scenario, more likely to think of the best in all aspects, however, the hopeful blonde was losing all hope she once had. “What if they change watchers? I’ve been lucky to have Sienna and Matt as watchers, but Nikki has a strict watcher,” she explained and pulled out of the hug, her claustrophobia starting to creep up during the embrace. 

Pulling back when she kept arguing for the worst case scenario, Charlie kept his hands on her shoulders but looked her square in the eye, “Whatever happens, it’ll work out. That’s not false anything.” In truth, he hadn’t thought about the possibility of being assigned a different watcher and it made him feel a little sick to his stomach. They wouldn’t do that, would they? Would Finn request to keep him? Could he even do that? His brow furrowed more deeply as Lili’s fears started to dig their way into him, deeper and deeper.

Charlie groaned, “Aw.. come on now!” He didn’t know why he’d even agreed to play, this was torture when it came to the really embarrassing stuff. Sure, some questions were funny, sometimes it was hilarious to see what other people had or hadn’t done. But, ugh. That was his final finger and he sighed in faux-irritation at having lost, “Well.... well... just... you all need to get out more, I think, don’tjudgeme!” he laughed and leaned forward, cradling his chin in his hand, wondering who was going to be the next one out. It was a race to the finish.

“ well, shit. ”

“You asked,” Kal snorted without even the barest hint of shame. Elbow rested top the worn wooden table, sun beating heavily on his bare back. His raised hand only holding up three out of five fingers. It was juvenile game at best, but what else was there to do while the two of them waited to be shoved below one of the pirate’s ships. “My turn,” he paused, hazel eyes surveying their small group of players before, “Never have I ever slipped another guy the tongue.” 

Stupid game that it was, Kal wasn’t about to lose it either. ( @charlielorr)

Tears threaten to spill from her eyes as Charlie arms wrapped around her, scared was a term she rarely used, Vasilia rarely showed anything other than confidence and kindness, but today was different. The word of moving to another unknown island, a place that could potentially be her demise, terrified the princess. “What if this is it? What if this is where they’re taking us to kill us,” her words fell shakey.

(@lili-orlov​ continued from here) 

“Shhh, Lili, no...” Charlie held her tighter and took in a slow breath, trying not to go into his own spiral of doom and gloom while he spoke to her softly, trying to reassure her, “That doesn’t make sense, they’ve kept everyone alive for a long time, right? If they don’t have us, they’ve got no bargaining power. Pirates don’t give up and I need you not to either, okay?”

The answer satisfied Charlie as he turned back to the boxes, picking up the next and handing it along to the line of pirates and royals loading the ship. “Good... thanks.. sitting alone isn’t fun, at least this way we’ll have someone we know.. well.. sorta, anyway, right?” They’d been broken up into groups and Charlie didn’t know anyone with him very well. He was glad the princess agreed to sit with him. 

“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”

Elsa cut her eyes at the Austrian prince, silently studying him out the corner of her eyes. She remembered him well enough —Charlie Lorraine. He was a spare royal, same as her, with a number of siblings between him and an actual crown. Little details she remembered ticked by in her mind a long with the seconds she spent staring at him. “Okay,” she finally said, full lips softening into the ghost of a smile. Turning her attention back towards the slowly dwindling stack of boxes being loaded onto the pirates’ ships. Soon after, she and Charlie would be loaded and catalogued in much the same manner.

Elle would never admit out loud that she was scared. A quick, “Thank you,” to Charlie was the closest she’d ever come to it. ( @charlielorr )

“ can i help you?  ”- Liz

Charlie had wandered to the villas on the other end of the island, the bigger ones where the captains and first mates stayed, he’d been wandering around, thinking about Finn when he nearly tripped over someone crouched down by a little bed of flowers. “Sorry!” he said quickly, backing up before he recognized that it was Liz, Haz’ sister, “Elizabeth... hey, hi.. sorry about that, I didn’t see you there... are you.. gardening?” @theaussieprincess

“ i’m scared. ” - Lili

Charlie’s heart broke when Lili said the words they were both feeling. His own fear was still there but he pulled her in close for a hug, one hand resting gently on the back of her neck. “I know…” he breathed out quietly, “But you’re not alone, okay?” @lili-orlov

“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”

Letting out a soft breath, Charlie nodded, “Thanks, Mina, honestly.” He patted the space next to him on the fallen tree on the edge of the sand and leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he watched the birds on the water.

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”

“I know… I know, Luka, I know…” Charlie nodded, brow furrowed as he nibbled on his lower lip a bit, lost in thought. Looking at his cousin, he sighed, “Goes for me as well. Anything you need.. I’m there. Got it?” 

finnpryce‌: 

“Whatever you want, love,” Finn replied warmly, reveling in the vibration of Charlie’s voice against his hand as the other man spoke. There was a rush of warmth in his belly at both the sound and the feeling— the fact that the prince had any trust in him at all was something he cherished, but to have it demonstrated in front of him so readily was something else altogether. It was enough to intensify the already lingering warmth in his lower belly, and he was only slightly embarrassed to feel himself get hard as Charlie moved against him. He caught Charlie’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down just enough to ensure that the prince would have no trouble feeling it before he soothed the bite with his tongue and mumbled a series of compliments against Charlie’s mouth that were largely muffled but seemed to boil down to ‘you’re beautiful’ and ‘thank you for letting me kiss you’ and a variety of other comments that might’ve been supplications to a god long forgotten but no less powerful in the moment. 

Finn’s eyes seemed to have darkened in the few moments they’d been kissing, and he wondered what they looked like to Charlie as he pulled away and shifted again until he was kneeling on the floor in front of the prince, nudging his knees apart until Finn could press himself against the edge of the couch and settle his hands on Charlie’s thighs, his own breath escaping him relatively evenly. His hands trailed from Charlie’s thighs upwards, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the prince’s shirt to dance across the warm skin he found beneath the fabric; it was only after several moments of gently dragging his fingertips across the skin of Charlie’s stomach that Finn pushed the hem of his shirt up properly and leaned up to press a series of light, lazy kisses to the skin above the hem of Charlie’s pants. “Tell me what you want, Charlie.”

The prince wasn’t a blushing virgin. He also wasn’t a promiscuous ho either but he was blushing in the attention he was getting from Finn, attention that was white hot and delicious. The comfortable weight of the man in his lap, the steady hold of his hands, the soft kisses followed by just the right amount of discomfort with the bite to his lip to contrast it and heighten the pleasure and sensations that were tingling through him. It felt like he was being worshipped with all the praise and gratitude Finn was giving him and he smiled against the words as they sunk into his lips. 

It was a bit confusing when Finn pulled away and for a moment Charlie thought he’d done something wrong. He was quickly corrected when he saw the pirate’s eyes, dark with desire, and realized that Finn was staying right there with him. There was a huff of a breath when the pirate touched him, hands moving up his thighs, making Charlie squirm in anticipation as he bit his bottom lip and grasped at the couch cushions with his hands, not sure what to do with himself. “Oh, Gott...” he breathed out when he felt the warmth of Finn’s hands on his skin, his head falling back as he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the teasing touch thrum pleasure through his body. Already hard, he gasped when Finn kissed his belly, hips pushing up instinctively as he reached out, one hand grabbing the pirate’s shirt at his shoulder, the other resting tentatively on his head, fingers playing with his hair. 

What did he want? So many things but he knew what Finn meant and he need to start using his damn words like an adult. “Fuck...” the word was surprisingly soft and though he meant it as a curse, the blatant double entendre was completely lost on him in that moment, “I want...” it was so hard to think but it was important, he’d never been good at dirty talk or even just consent talk, always letting instinct and his highly attuned read of his partner to dictate what he did. It usually worked but this was... different? “I want you, Finn... bitte, this is... whatever you wanna give, I’ll.. I want... I need, uh...” Fuck...

Laela’s answer made Charlie laugh despite himself and he shook his head with a soft smile as he sighed, “Sorry, I don’t know... everything’s just... confusing.” Kicking at the ground under his foot, he shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged, “Ahh, I’m just being dumb, I know this is hard on everyone... is it true what they said that we’re moving to a different place? I heard someone talking about it but I wasn’t sure if it was true or not, do you know?”

“ tell me something happy. ”

{ @charlielorr }

“You are taller than me.” She told him with the biggest grin that she could manage. That was not exactly the best compliment in the world but given the circumstances, it was a miracle that she managed to say anything at all. “What is wrong, caro? This is not like you.”

“ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ”

Charlie hesitated, not really sure about why he was there, his imagination running away with him. “O-kaayyyyyy....” he offered with a touch of trepidation in his tone as he sat down on the edge of the chair. 

“ tell me something happy. ”

Charlie sighed as he fiddled with the leaf in his hand, digging his toes in a little deeper into the sand as he looked out over the horizon on the beach. It was a difficult request to fill, partly because of the situation but also because of the whole complicated, wonderful mess with Finn that Charlie wanted to gush about but absolutely couldn’t. “Uhm…” he smiled when he remembered something and he looked at Elle, “Well, just before I, uh, got here, I heard the news that my best friend and his wife were pregnant. He was so f-, sorry, he was so proud and he asked me to be the baby’s godfather…” He left it at that, not voicing his fears about not being there for the baby’s birth or worse, wanting to keep the news light and, well, happy.

Misc Sentence Starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ” “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you. ” “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “ i missed/miss you. ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me. ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ” “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy. ” “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ”   “ i’m on your side. ” “ i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan. ” “  stay with me tonight. ” “  don’t go. please.  ” “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ” “ talk to me.  ”   “ i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this. ” “ i’m just tired.  ” “ i’m scared.  ” “ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” “ hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile. ”   “ you look beautiful.  ”   “ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “ can i help you?  ” “ i thought you’d like this. ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

finnpryce‌: 

Griffin Pryce was no stranger to first kisses— he’d had more first kisses than he could reasonably count on both hands, though he remembered each and every one of them with surprising clarity; with the loose exception of his first post-break-up kiss during university in which he’d been three drinks into his night and remembered the kiss in flashes but enough to remember that he’d wanted it to happen in the moment. He was already positive he’d remember this kiss for a long, long while, and he was determined to make it as good for the pair of them as he could in the event that Charlie eventually decided they’d made a mistake after all and their streak of kissing began and ended in roughly the same breath. He forced himself to ignore the way his thoughts raced the longer their lips brushed against one another’s, and instead attempted to focus on the warmth of Charlie’s mouth against his and the faint scent of salt on their skin that came from being outside on the island for even a few minutes at a time. Finn’s tongue flicked lightly across Charlie’s bottom lip in the same moment the Welshman made a quiet noise of pleasure in the back of his throat before he moved to bracket either side of Charlie’s hips with his own legs and settled in the prince’s lap as though it were the most natural thing he could’ve done.

“Fucking hell,” He mumbled against Charlie’s mouth, his hips rolling against the younger man’s more out of reflex than anything with genuine intent behind it. He was always quick to lose himself in the act of being with anyone when they saw fit to give him such attention, and his thoughts, hurried as they were, were more or less clouded by the Austrian prince beneath him - which suited him just fine, thank you very much. “Jus’… tell me if you need me to stop,” Finn managed, his hands moving from Charlie’s face - one curling around his neck and the other resting against the prince’s throat lightly, with just enough pressure to feel Charlie’s pulse thrumming against the palm of his hand. 

The noise that Finn made, the little groan or purr or however you wanted to classify it, had Charlie coming undone. He’d had a hand in drawing the noise out of Finn and a shiver bloomed out down his spine, pooling low in his belly and getting an extra jolt of pure want when Finn slid into his lap, his hands moving to rest on the pirate’s thighs, fingers curling tightly to hand on to the fabric of his shorts. 

His breath stuttered out of him as Finn broke the kiss, keep close, almost chasing after the pirate’s lips with a quiet whine of need. His own body seemed to move on its own, the ball of his foot planting into the floor so he could shift a little, pressing against the other man for more. Charlie managed to blink his eyes open, looking up at Finn as he spoke as his lips parted slightly at the feel of hands around his throat. It should have made him stop, it should have made him see sense, but all it did was cause him to tilt his head back just a touch more, baring his throat fully to Finn as he swallowed, feeling each bump of finger against it. “Don’t...” he whispered, “Don’t stop...” With his brow furrowing in the frustration of having gone so long without Finn’s lips on him, Charlie pushed forward against the pirate’s hand, taking the kiss that he needed. The kiss that kept him grounded in the insular little world they’d created for themselves in Finn’s villa, the place where two men who weren’t so great at not doing things they shouldn’t could relax, knowing they were safe together.

finnpryce·:  

Warmth flooded through Finn’s face in an instant as Charlie’s question, haltingly delivered though it was, finally processed in his mind; his tongue darted out to wet his lips out of reflex, or perhaps it was out of nerves in spite of how desperately he was ready to admit that he wanted to kiss the prince just as much as the prince seemed to want to kiss him. “I’m sure it’s something we shouldn’t do, but…” He trailed off for a moment and rested the empty beer bottle in his hand on the coffee table to give himself a moment to think, “I’m not always the best at not doing things I shouldn’t do.” Finn admitted, a nervous twitch at the edge of his smile. He exhaled slowly through his nose and reached for Charlie’s beer bottle, taking it gently from the prince’s fingers and sliding it onto the table without looking before he pushed himself onto his knees and moved across the couch before he leaned back, sitting on his heels and watching Charlie quietly for a long moment. 

Finn’s throat bobbed noticeably as he smiled, and his mind insisted on enumerating the host of reasons why kissing Charlie was absolutely the worst idea he’d had in some time. It wasn’t nearly enough to tamp down the urge to do it anyway, and Finn reached for the prince’s face without allowing himself another moment to second-guess himself. He swallowed again, his heart thrumming furiously in his chest to the point it nearly drowned out the sounds of the island he could hear distantly just outside the window in the front room. Just do it, you tit. With that, Finn leaned in and pulled Charlie towards him in the same gesture until their lips brushed for a fraction of a second and the contact urged the pirate to kiss the younger man properly, a quiet, almost relieved sigh escaping him as their mouths met properly. 

He’d been right... the look on Finn’s face confirmed it and Charlie’s heart raced in excitement and anticipation and his eyes were drawn to the other man’s tongue that he just caught a glimpse of. Nervously, he picked at the corner of the label on the empty bottle of beer in his hand, waiting to see what Finn would do or say. Forgetting to breathe again as the pirate moved, his eyes not sure whether to follow the hand with the bottle or to stay fixed on Finn’s face. There was a stupid reflex to keep his own beer bottle in hand, he had no clue why, but it didn’t take much pressure at all to get him to give it up leaving his hands with nothing to do. “I’m not the.. best at that either...” he whispered, swallowing thickly as the pirate moved close to him and everything seemed to get very quiet. 

It was like having tunnel vision as Finn pulled him closer, the man’s hand, warm and strong, guiding him in until they finally kissed, just for a moment, the single touch enough to send a shot of desire right through Charlie’s body. He hummed and returned the kiss, hand coming up so he could slide his fingers into the short hair at the nape of Finn’s neck. There was a faint taste of beer but it was delicious and despite his mind throwing objections at him left, right, and centre, Charlie tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue gingerly licking out, begging entrance to the pirate, wanting more.