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writing some silly curt/arthur ficlet again.
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I. "Do You Trust Me?"
"Trust" Series Masterlist
John "Bucky" Egan x WAC!Female Reader
A slight against one of your dearest friends causes you to act wildly out of character, and Bucky finds himself stepping up to save you as he realizes just what you mean to him after months of seemingly innocuous encounters.
Warnings: Language, Period Typical Sexism, References to Cheating, Reader Knees a Man in the Groin, Perceived Threats of Violence, Plenty of Kissing, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Rating - T.
Author’s Note: Well here we are, watching me write for this show before it's fully aired. Blame/credit to @precious-little-scoundrel and her anon for infecting my brain. Reader has an unnamed brother for sake of plot, no descriptions or y/n used. Events of this fic take place a few days before the horrific Regensburg mission. Also I recognize that WACs did not arrive in the ETO until July of 1943, this fact does not seem to have influenced Hanks/Spielberg so I shan't let it influence me either. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
Word Count: 4217
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The pub was crowded, as usual, and Bucky leaned back in his chair as Curt regaled their table with another one of his stories from Walla Walla. The press of uniform clad bodies, damp from the summer rain outside, created a humid atmosphere. But as he tipped the last few drops of Scotch whisky from his glass into his mouth, he was certain there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Buck had decided to sit this one out, wanting to catch up on his latest letter to Marge. His mouth ticked up at the corners as he reflected once again on how different he and his friend were from one another. Glancing at the bar while he contemplated fetching the next round, Bucky’s eyes widened as they fell on the last person he would ever expect to see in a pub. It took him a moment to recognize you in such an unusual environment, hair perfectly styled. He noted that you were even wearing makeup as your teeth sank into your brightly painted lower lip, wending your way through the crowd, clearly on a mission.
“Bucky are you even listening?” Curt chided with a sharp jab of his elbow into his upper arm.
“Yeah absolutely,” He nodded firmly, unable to take his eyes off you, “every word.” He tacked on as his gaze followed you across the room on your approach to the notorious flirt from 349th squadron, Arthur “Red” Jameson.
He was vaguely aware of the doubtful scoff his reply had earned as his eyes narrowed. Wasn’t your friend Mary rather serious about Red? Not that Red bothered limiting himself to any one woman, local or American – there were few limits that smug redhead put on his relations with the fairer sex. Perhaps that was why Bucky was feeling particularly annoyed with how close you had come to stand next to him at the bar. With the way you were smiling at him. You hardly ever smiled, had to be one of the most serious, reserved women he had ever encountered here in England or back home.
It was when you ducked your head to peer up at Red through your lashes that the realization hit him – you were fucking flirting with him. His fingers clenched tightly on his empty glass, fingertips blanched white as the strength of his grip drove the blood from the flesh there. A slow, knowing smile unfurled across Red’s face as he leaned in, his hand landing on your shoulder making Bucky’s teeth grind together almost painfully as he was flooded with proprietary rage.
The intensity of it startled him, made him take a sharp breath and relax his grip on the glass. Where in the hell had that come from?! The pair of you had spoken no more than a handful of times, simple interactions in the Operations Room of the Control Tower back when he was Air Exec, around the base, or most recently, that afternoon when you had lent him a copy of one of his favorite books, but it wasn’t like you were close. You were quiet, overshadowed by your boisterous friends Mary, Ruth, and that brunette whose name escaped him just then. They were always outgoing at dances while you did an excellent job of decorating the wall. It certainly was not like you were anything more than colleagues. Objectively that was the truth, however, as Bucky sat there watching you grin at that man…
The final straw came as your lips nearly brushed against Red’s ear, making that bastard’s eyes shoot wide, sending Bucky surging to his feet. He narrowly missed one of the low beams overhead as he glared across the crowded room at the cozy pair you and Red presented at the bar.
“Jesus Christ Bucky, did something jump up and bite your ass?!” Curt barked in surprise, the rest of the table laughing loudly in response.
Bucky barely heard them as his new vantage point allowed him a clear view of your knee colliding painfully with the apex of Red’s thighs, causing him to crumple against the bar as you bolted out the back door. Bucky stared after you, just as bewildered as Red’s friends, before they charged out the door in your wake.
“God dammit.” He muttered under his breath before climbing over his friends to make a dash for the front entrance of the pub, his cap clutched in his hand.
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Your Women’s Auxiliary Army Corp unit had arrived at Thorpe Abbots in late May, part of the first battalion of WAACs sent overseas. Assigned to the Eight Air Force, you had spent roughly a week with your British counterparts of the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force observing missions on other bases before it had come time to establish the base for the 100th.
Fast, accurate typing skills and a calm, quiet temperament had seen you promptly assigned as a clerk in the Operations Room, one of the tensest and most chaotic places on the entire base. Upon your arrival at training camp in Fort Des Moines, you had been adopted by a trio of far more outgoing women – Mary from Miami, a sun-kissed blonde who managed to look that way no matter what the weather; Ruth from Pittsburgh, a black-haired beauty who was manufactured from the steel her hometown was known for; and Violet from Savannah, a brunette who elongated every vowel like the southern belle she was.
Why they chose to waste any of their precious time on you was as much as mystery to you in England as it had been in Iowa, and yet any time you tried to convince them you would be perfectly happy sitting out a dance in your barracks with a book instead, they were adamant you attend. Bodily removed you from your cot to join them – not that you were one for dancing, even with the most handsome of airmen. And that title would most certainly have to be bestowed upon Major John Egan. Perhaps a bit of a rogue and more-often-than-not a little too deep into his cups, there was something undeniably charming about him. A magnetism that drew every woman on the base, and from across all of East Anglia, to him. The handsome devil knew it, too. Of course he did, that was, alas, also part of his charm.
Your trio of outgoing friends had gravitated toward him immediately, traded their fair share of coy looks and dances with him while you looked on quietly from the sidelines. He never really seemed to form that deep a connection with any of them, with any woman for that matter, but that did not deter the female population from trying to be the one to catch his eye for a bit of fun. It was during the long hours of the 100th’s first mission, while he was still serving as Air Exec, that you’d had your first occasion to speak to the man directly.
In the middle of one of the tense periods of waiting for news, he had poked his head into the office to see if anything had come across the teletype or wireless and you had looked up, meeting his eye. He was wearing his sheepskin coat, a striking combination of ivory and cognac colored leather that would have honestly looked absurd on anyone else, yet on him just seemed to belong over his dress uniform.
“Can I help you, Major Egan?” You had asked, fingers poised above your typewriter as you paused your progress in typing up a report for Colonel Huglin.
He had looked at you, startled a moment. “I was convinced you might actually be unable to speak. Glad to know I was wrong. It’s Bucky by the way. Just checking if there were any updates?”
“We’ll be sure to get them to you as soon as we have them, sir.” You had replied professionally, trying to ignore the warmth unfurling beneath your breastbone at having his attention directly solely upon you.
“That’s all I can ask then, thank you.” He had winked before slipping out of the room and heading back towards the plotting map.
It had not taken long for a series of updates to arrive, both by radio and over the teletype and being the highest-ranking clerk in the office, third officer, it was your duty to run them out to him. Grabbing both sheets of paper, you had quickly made your way across the room, startled to find him striding towards you, meeting you halfway. “Here you are Major Egan.”
“Touchdown.” He had grinned and taken them over to review with the others as you had hurried back to your office, gnawing on the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.
You had been admittedly saddened when he had been demoted to squadron commander of the 418th after Colonel Harding assumed command of 100th. For selfish reasons, certainly – your interactions had become increasingly limited after this point – but also because it meant he was more frequently put into harm’s way. Every time he went up in a fort, you found focusing on the job at hand more and more difficult. Unlike the ground crews or the brass, it was not looked upon kindly for the WACs to go running outside to see which forts had come back. Which airmen were injured. Sometimes it would take hours for you to confirm that he was all right, and only then by way of hearsay.
You had still run into Major Egan from time to time, while walking with your group of friends to the WAC mess for dinner – by mid-July you were now serving in the Women’s Army Corp as a 2nd Lieutenant, or after meetings in the Operations Room when he was not flying missions. But the longest conversation you ever had was during one of your breaks earlier that very afternoon. It was an uncharacteristically sunny day, and with no mission in progress you had decided to take your coffee break outside, behind the control tower, sitting on one of the benches the ground crew had built out of scrap wood.
Before you had enlisted, your brother had bought you a copy of his favorite book, one he had never let you read before because you were ‘just a kid’ but now that you were old enough to sign up for the service yourself, he had decided you could have your own copy. With just two pages left, it seemed the perfect way to break up the morbid tallies you had been typing up in the grim office upstairs, and you had just finished the final sentence when a shadow fell over you.
“Now how did you get a copy of my favorite book?”
You had lifted your eyes quickly, squinting slightly into the bright sun that shone from behind him, to see Major Egan standing there.
“Major Egan. You like Guys and Dolls, sir?” You had asked, startled.
“How many times do I gotta tell you it’s Bucky.” He had stepped out of the sunlight to sit beside you carefully. “I love everything by Damon Runyon. Which story did you like the best?” He had leaned in curiously.
Pursing your lips to think over the collection of stories you had just finished, you smiled briefly as the answer came to you. “’Madame La Gimp.’ Where they pass off the bag lady –”
“As a society matron! Yes!” Major Egan chimed in, laughing as he nodded in agreement.
“What…about yours?” You had swallowed, unable to stop yourself.
“God, I haven’t read this book in forever…” he had reached out for it, and you had set it in his hands easily.
He had sucked his teeth in thought as he turned it over in his broad hands. “It’s gotta be a tie between ‘Blood Pressure’ and ‘Hold ‘Em Yale’…ah but ‘Lemon Drop Kid’ is excellent, too.” As he had spoken, he had begun to gesture with the book to emphasize his words, making you press your lips together fondly.
“You can borrow it if you’d like.” You had blurted out before you could stop yourself. “Give me a definitive answer once you’ve read it again.”
Major Egan had looked to you quickly. “Really? But what if…how will I know to get it back to you?” He had raised an eyebrow.
“My name’s on the front page.” You had nodded reassuringly but swallowed tightly as he opened the cover as if to confirm it for himself.
“‘Hey Sis,’” He had begun to read the inscription he found there, bringing your brother’s words to life, “‘lighten up, would you? You don’t have to be so damned serious all the time. See you on the other side.’” He had paused a moment before his eyes had met yours, caught you watching him, before you quickly looked down at the grass at your feet. “Where is he?” he had asked quietly.
“On a ship in the Pacific, somewhere.” You had replied softly, finding each blade of grass infinitely fascinating.
“Are you sure–” He had begun to ask before the sound of your name being called by your very impatient Captain, a woman even Major Egan knew not to waylay, interrupted the peaceful afternoon.
You had leapt to your feet. “You’ll get it back to me.” You had nodded and rushed back inside, believing every word of it.
You had seriously contemplated sharing your encounter with at least Ruth, the more level-headed of your friends, knowing she was the least likely to conflate the exchange with a marriage proposal. But as you returned to your barracks that night, you frowned deeply to find Mary in tears on her cot. After much soothing and rocking in your arms, she finally managed to open up, sharing what had gotten her so upset.
“It’s Red…I caught him out back necking with one of those doughnut truck girls…” She hiccupped and dabbed at her nose with her hanky.
“Oh Mary, I’m so sorry.” You frowned, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.
“Oh god, I can’t believe I let that creep talk me into sleeping with him!” She wailed, fresh tears boiling over onto her cheeks as she sagged onto your shoulder, sobbing anew.
Every muscle in your body tensed as her outburst sunk in, the depth of his betrayal fully registering as Vi and Ruth returned from the end of their shifts in the weather office and Mary launched herself into their arms to fill them in as well. The level of pure fury that seized your body was utterly foreign to you and, unlike the descriptions you had encountered in literature to date, felt utterly icy in your veins. As your friends gently coaxed Mary to the latrines to get herself cleaned up, you hung back, a plan formulating quickly in your mind. Your life without these women would have been lonely, all but intolerable, and this transgression against one of them could not go unanswered. You could not look at yourself in the mirror if you did nothing.
Digging quickly through Mary’s belongings, you found her most alluring shade of lipstick, carefully but efficiently applying it to your lips before unpinning and redoing your hair into a more fashionable shape rather than the more utilitarian style you normally wore. Lastly you added a flick of mascara to your eyelashes and rouge to your cheeks. All this was accomplished using the tiny mirror Vi had set up on the shelf beside her bed. Nodding once in satisfaction, for it was truly the best you could do in a solo effort, you darted out the door, lipstick tube in your pocket for reapplications, if necessary. The cad would never see it coming from you, you just needed to figure out a way to get close enough.
Fortunately, the years you had spent on the sidelines watching the three masters of feminine wiles at work had afforded you quite the education. It was only a matter of finding the perpetrator to enact your revenge. You located him in the second pub you visited, taking a slow breath as your eyes sought him out in the crowded, humid space. The rain had thankfully stopped before your foray out into the night, though the streets remained wet, and you had taken the time to refresh your lipstick and tidy your hair before stepping inside. Your heart began to race as your veins flooded with adrenaline.
‘Easy now. Slow and smooth like Mary, give him that flirty smile she’s famous for.’ You thought to yourself.
As his eyes met yours it was all you could do not to wince back in disgust – you were going to need to hide your dislike better.
‘Pretend he’s someone else. Who would you like him to be?’
You gulped shyly, teeth sinking into your lip at the thought of applying these skills to Major Egan, noting that Red seemed immediately more receptive as you slid up beside him where he stood at the bar.
“Evening, Red.” You smiled at him broadly, swallowing nervously as he echoed the expression warmly.
“Well good evening to you too. You escaped the base.” Red teased you.
You faked a giggle and tilted your head down before flicking your eyes to look up at him through your lashes, something Vi had weaponised to great effect on many an occasion. You tried not to shout in triumph as Red’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, leaning in closer.
“Can I buy you a drink, sugar?”
“Actually…” You smiled coyly before leaning in close to his ear, taking a slow breath before dropping all pretense from your tone. “Mess around with one of my friends again and I’ll cut it off.” You snarled into his ear before driving your knee into his groin as sharply as the straight lines of your uniform skirt would allow, slipping out of his grip as he slouched over the bar with a cry of pain.
You longed to bask in his suffering, in your triumph, but you also recognized you had to get out of there before the consequences of your actions found you. Spying a door propped open to a back alley over Red’s crumpled torso, you made a dash through the stunned corner of the pub and out into the night, pausing a moment before turning to the left, hoping it was the correct direction. You certainly wished you knew your way around town a little better.
Your heart was pounding so hard you were worried it might burst through the front of your WAC jacket as you neared the main street but there was an increasing ruckus behind you – surely Red’s friends in hot pursuit. Suddenly Major Egan appeared in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere, and grabbed your arm, pulling you around a corner and down a smaller alleyway.
“Do you trust me?” He asked quickly, glancing back towards the approaching sound of voices as he shuffled you backward, closer to the brick wall of the building behind you.
You nodded at him, speechless, breathing heavily from your flight. Your uniform cap felt precarious where it was perched on your rapidly falling hairstyle. Major Egan’s aftershave was flooding your senses due to his sheer proximity.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered as his eyes met yours, his own cap at a dangerous angle atop his dark curls, defying gravity.
He shifted forward to crowd your space, your eyes shooting wide as his forearms lifted to press against the wall on either side of your face, body shielding you from view. He bowed his head to press his lips against yours softly, making your eyelids flutter closed, doing nothing to slow the erratic beating of your heart. He tasted a little bit like whiskey, which had reminded you of gasoline the few times you’d had the misfortune of sipping it, but on his plush lips, it was not so bad.
Your hands balled into fists in the olive drab fabric of your skirt, heat painting its way across your cheeks and down your neck as the coarse hair that decorated his upper lip brushed against your skin. It was all too tempting to lose yourself in the feeling of him surrounding you, protecting you, kissing you. Reality reared its ugly head, making you inhale sharply through your nose as you heard the crowd of men stampede right past you muttering angrily.
“That damn cold fish from operations…”
“Who the fuck does she think she is?!”
“No wonder she ain’t got nobody.”
Pulling back from his lips, you frowned down at your brown uniform shoes, still hidden within the cage of his arms.
“Hey…” He murmured, bowing his head to nudge your nose with his, drawing your gaze back up as you swallowed shyly at the tender gesture. “Don’t listen to ‘em.” He urged you, his blue eyes so very dazzling and disarming at this range, even in the dim light of black-out conditions.
“I…It’s ok,” you breathed as you shook your head. “I know I’ll never be…” you furrowed your brow, not even sure what word you were searching for.
“Anything other than perfect, doll?” His lopsided grin was devastating, made it hard to breathe, though that may have also been his continued proximity. He leaned in for another kiss, but you lifted a shaky hand to press against his shoulder.
“Th…they’re gone you don’t have to pretend…” You murmured sadly, shifting to stand, but he did not move an inch, his breath brushing against your cheeks.
“I’m going to kiss you now because I want to, doll.” He murmured, eyes tracing over your face while giving you a moment to respond.
You were, however, frozen, staring at him again and so he pressed his lips firmly to yours, making your fingers curl slightly around the lapel of his uniform jacket. He hummed softly in response, pressing you back against the wall as he slanted his mouth tighter to yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Shivering at the heat of his palms against your skin, you slowly lifted your other hand from your skirt, stretching it towards him, letting it hover between you tentatively.
He dropped his right hand from your cheek to guide your arm around his waist before sliding his own hand to splay against your lower back, drawing a whimper from your throat as you arched slightly.
He pulled back from your lips, chest heaving. “Christ, doll, you have no idea what you do to me.”
“Bucky?” You whispered, confused by his statement, finding it difficult to think clearly.
Bucky groaned and kissed you fiercely, licking at the seam of your lips, sliding his tongue to yours the instant you parted your lips for him. Toes curling in your shoes, you found yourself mewling into his mouth wantonly until he wrenched back suddenly, hand cupping the back of your head as he hugged you tightly into his chest. The sound of voices eventually registered in your addled brain – Red’s friends returning from their failed attempt to find you.
“If I had known all I had to do was kiss you senseless to get you to use my name…” Bucky teased once the coast was clear, panting into your hair.
You giggled against his throat, your own chest heaving as he loosened his hold on you. Your cap tumbled to the ground, fully dislodged by his attentions.
“It’s a burden I’m willing to bear.” He smirked, pressing his lips to your exposed forehead. “Let’s get you back to your barracks. What are you doing out here all dolled up kneeing idiots like Red in the goods anyway?” He asked as he bent to retrieve your cap, dusting it off and placing it in your outstretched hand before turning to slide his arm around your shoulders, leading you toward the main road.
You huffed with a frown as you walked with him, putting your cover back into place snuggly, crushing your once-stylish hair. “I didn’t appreciate the way he treated Mary.”
Bucky smirked at you “Your brother is right you know, you really do need to lighten up…you can just call him a good-for-nothing and be done with it. No need to write a formal treatise on his behavior.”
His lips stretched into a grin as that pulled another laugh from you. You turned to look at him properly and gasped.
“Bucky you have lipstick all over –”
“Perfect” He nodded proudly, cocky grin on his lips, and made no move to clean up his face, while you quickly wiped at yours, knowing you would have to face your barrack-mates. “Next time you go on an attack mission you let me know, alright, doll? I’ll fly on your wing anytime.” He winked at you, and you bit your lip shyly.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You swallowed and stopped walking, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek softly.
As you pulled back, Bucky flexed the arm he still had slung about your shoulders, hauling you in for another heart-stopping kiss, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You had a feeling that the rather lengthy walk back to base was only going to become exponentially longer and found you really did not mind at all.
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Read Part Two - "Just Had To Trust You."
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Charles Leclerc! Boyfriend Headcanons
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
Warnings: sexual themes, swearing, Charles being a simp for his GF
Word Count: .6k
a/n: Im thirsting over this photo so hard. I want them around my throa-
Charles is such boyfriend material
the first date would include a tour around Monaco with Charles showing you his favorite spots growing up
Extremely attentive to your mood and feelings
would actively listen and get angry with you when you come home and vent about the stupid people at your job
“yeah fuck her”
if you get a period he’ll get you ten different kinds of chocolates and all the types of pad or tampons the store has
fusses over you
“you need to stay in bed!”
“Charles I’m just on my period not dying”
“shh you need all the rest you can get”
when he’s away for races he’ll text you good morning and night every.single.time.
sends you photos of what reminds him of you
this included the pink tulips in his mom’s garden, the baby deer he spotted on his run, and the delicious strawberry gelato he got with Arthur
his entire camera roll is photos of you off guard
to you, the photos should never see the light of day, but Charles could stare at them all day
expect all the pet names in the world with him
“Mon amour, Mon Chéri, princess, my love, etc.”
speaking of princesses, expect him to treat you like an actual princess
likes to tie your high heels before you go out, so he can sneak a few kisses on your body
when he had a rough day he likes to sit at the piano and play for a bit
you usually sit by him resting your head on his shoulder as he pours out his emotions through his self-written songs
you would encourage him to release his music on his platforms, giving him the courage to share his creativity with the world
at home dates are a must
these dates would include binge-watching 2000s romcom movies and eating sugary and fat foods Charles’ nutritionist would not approve of
you would also convince him to let you do skincare on him (face masks, moisturizers, toners, etc.)
he secretly loves the attention you give him and looks forward to stay-in date nights
this man is so dramatic
would get offended if you watched an episode of a show without him
“I’m so hurt mon amour how could you do this to me.”
fighting is inevitable for any couple, and yours would most likely stem from the stress of racing and the effects it has on Charles
Sometimes when Ferrari’s strategy or engineering goes to shit, Charles will come home in a bad mood
This will cause him to respond in a curt and rude manner
After a few hours have passed he will come and apologize to you, kissing you all over your face asking you to forgive him
he loves when you use flavored lip balm, it gives him an excuse to kiss you more as he tries to guess the flavor
his favorite color on you is red, especially when shopping for lingerie
the first time you wore red underwear for him, he nearly came in his pants
his mom would approve of the two of you seeing how happy you make Charles
this man is whipped
he’s constantly heart eyes towards you
will buy you all the nicest perfumes, jewelry, and shoes
got you a necklace with the initial C and wears a matching bracelet with the initial of your first name
loves when you wear his name on your shirt during racing weekend
people would know that you’re dating regardless of the shirt because he’s attached to you in the paddock
whether it’s holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist he loves feeling you next to him
always looks for you first in the crowd when he stands on the podium
considers you his rock and would do anything for you
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The Issue With Skorts
a The Darkling Wears Prada drabble
Pairing: Aleksander Morozov x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)
Summary: As one of the most influential people in the fashion industry, Aleksander has lots of opinions when it comes to clothes. As your fiancé, he thinks you look incredible in anything.
Warnings [18+]: explicit references to sex
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“What,” Aleksander says slowly, drawing out the words of his question in a low voice. “Are you wearing?”
He’s sitting at his desk, his eyes fixed on your form as you approach him with a small pile of papers.
“A skirt,” you inform him with a pleased smile as you walk around his desk to stand beside him. This morning you had struggled to assemble your outfit, but now you’re extremely proud of your decision. “Well, it’s actually a skort.”
“A skort?”
“Yes. Like a skirt, but with shorts underneath.”
“I know what a skort is.”
His curt remark makes your gaze lower to avoid his eyes, fidgeting shyly with the hem.
“You don’t like it?”
After years of working for Aleksander, you seem to forgotten what it felt like when you spent hours trying to create an outfit that he might like (or at the very least not dislike). He likes your style - you know that - but self consciousness sinks into you quickly.
He sighs, pushing his chair backwards as he grasps hold of your hips to steer you between his open thighs.
“I think you look exquiste,” he admits, hands slipping beneath the skirt. “I think this was practically made for you.” He squeezes each of your thighs over the top of the fabric of your shorts, and you breathe in sharply as you lean back against his desk. “But there is only one downside to a skort.”
“Which is?” you ask breathlessly.
“If this was a skirt, I could bend you over this desk-” He turns you around, draping the front of your body over the papers on his desk. “-pull your panties aside and sink my cock straight into you.”
His words make you writhe, the image painted so clearly in your mind as he lifts your skirt.
“But look at this!” he muses mockingly. “There’s a pair of shorts in my way.”
He releases his hold on the fabric, swatting your ass playfully as the material drops.
“Aleksander,” you scold him. He laughs, rubbing the hem delicately between his fingers. With a sigh, you turn around. “Alright, you’ve made your point.”
“I don’t think I have.”
That makes you frown. Then he begins to kiss your knees, mapping a pathway up underneath your skirt and you groan in frustration as you realise what he intends on doing.
“I don’t think you fully understand,” he continues, gradually using his tongue and teeth as he kisses between your thighs. “Just how frustrating it is to see you look so enticing, knowing I can’t fuck you.”
“You could,” you counter. He raises a brow at you.
“Could I?”
“Aleksander.”
He smiles mischievously, smoothing down the fabric of your skirt.
“Alina will be returning soon. We wouldn’t want her to walk in on anything untoward, now would we?”
That makes you sigh, grumbling a quiet,
“No.”
He takes your hands in his, tugging you closer as he stands so that he can press a gentle kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he murmurs quietly, brushing his nose against yours. Another sigh heaves at your shoulders, though you can only feign annoyance for a few seconds longer before you respond.
“I love you too, Sasha.”
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“Darling” | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Request: yes by @raincoffeeandfandoms
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: Tommy and (Y/N) have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of the family when Tommy lets a term of endearment he doesn't normally use slip one night at the Garrison.
Warnings: language, drinking, implication/brief mention of stalker-like behavior
Word Count: 2857
A/N: I really loved this request, Flor! There’s something about Tommy using terms of endearment that just get to me. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)
Let me know if you want to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was the only person Tommy Shelby called "Darling".
What started off as "I'll take my chances by myself, darling," — said in a rather snarky tone — after she'd offered her help one night at the Garrison, had now turned into the main term of endearment he used when addressing her. (Y/N) liked hearing him say it as much as he did...it reminded her of the journey that they'd gone on to get where they were now.
(Y/N) was hired at the Garrison by Harry, who owned the pub before the Shelby family took it over. She was kept on the staff by Arthur, who assumed the 'owner' position, although he didn't do much work behind the scenes. She met Tommy one night when he was having trouble working out what she now knew was a plot to sell the stolen guns that he had in his possession. She offered her help, but was only given "I'll take my chances by myself, darling," as a response, a curt way to get her out of his sight.
But then he started coming to her. It wasn't for things that had to deal with the guns, but rather just business in general. (Y/N) had some ideas on how to run the pub better and Tommy was, surprisingly, all ears. The more times they found each other, the more a different type of feelings developed between them.
The night that everything changed was when Tommy managed to save (Y/N) from two men he saw watching her at the Garrison that evening. He trailed them as they trailed her back to her home and was able to deal with them before they could do what they'd set out to do. (Y/N)'s question of "why did you care so much to follow me and make sure that I was ok?" gave Tommy the opportunity to tell her what he'd been wanting to do for the last several weeks. And unlike he'd been done in the past, he took that opportunity and explained to her how he felt. Thankfully, she felt the same.
And so they started seeing each other. (Y/N) stayed longer on nights Tommy was there so that he could walk her home, and then stay the night at her place. They made time to do things together around Small Heath, but always had to make sure that they'd go unnoticed. It wasn't because they were worried about the town gossip. No...someone would be dumb to spread rumors (that weren't really rumors) about Tommy Shelby and his lady. But instead they were worried about his family, who were the people she oftentimes waited on, finding out.
They both thought that it would be better to keep the other Shelbys out of it. It was all so new, and they were content with where they were at that moment, so why ruin a good thing? That's why Tommy checked in all directions and made sure that they were alone before he called her "darling". Him doing so only made the giddy feeling that coursed through her stronger.
(Y/N) was behind the bar, dealing with some customers one evening. She was pouring out some gin when the door to the pub opened. From a slight glance in that direction, she was able to see Tommy remove his peaked cap and stuff it into the pocket of his jacket. He made his way over to the bar, moving behind it just as (Y/N) was finished pouring a drink.
"We're out of mild, (Y/N), can you go and get some from the stockroom?" Harry asked as he came around the bar from the other side. He then noticed Tommy and sent a nod as a greeting in his direction.
"I can," (Y/N) answered him, setting the bottle she was using back on the shelf before she made her way through the door on the same wall and into the small stockroom. She went about looking for what Harry had asked for, hearing the sound of someone walking into the room seconds later. She already had an idea of who it could be, but a quick look taken just in case confirmed that Tommy had followed her into the room. He glanced behind him to make sure nobody had trailed him before he made his way over to (Y/N).
"When's your shift finished, darling?" he asked her, his voice low.
(Y/N) smiled as she grabbed what Harry needed before she turned to face Tommy. "Shouldn't you know when?" she teasingly asked him, her one eyebrow quirking upward as she posed the question. Tommy pursed his lips and shook his head slightly as a response to her question, making her laugh softly. "I've only got a half hour left," she then provided him with the information he was looking for.
"Good. Come into the snug when you're finished," he told her, nodding his head in the direction of the mentioned room as he spoke. It was (Y/N)'s turn to purse her lips, thinking over the suggestion that he made. Tommy, who always needed to know a person's answer immediately after he posed a question, was beginning to become impatient with each silent second that passed. "Will you?" he asked her, leaning in closer to her as he awaited her response.
A smile formed on (Y/N)'s face as she sensed his urgency to hear her answer. She always loved to make him wait; to see him become impatient, and she made sure to do so at every chance she got. There was something about seeing cracks form in Tommy Shelby's composure that scratched an itch she didn't even know she had.
"I will," she finally answered him, a beaming smile on her face as Tommy chuckled. He knew what she was doing...he'd caught onto her little game rather quickly. But he let her do it for the sake of seeing her smile.
"Good," he gave the same response that he had previously. He then stole a glance behind him, making sure that no one was in the room with them before he leaned in and kissed her lips quickly. "I'll see you in a half hour," he mumbled against her lips, feeling her smile against him.
"You will," she agreed with him, kissing him one last time before she pulled back, "I've got to take this out to Harry before he gets to wondering what we actually came in here to do," she said to him then, holding the jug up between them to assert her point.
"Go on, darling," he obliged to her statement, stepping out of her way then so that she could make her way out of the stockroom and back to the bar. He watched her go, eyeing her body over as she disappeared through the doorway. He waited for a few moments then, making it seem like he actually had a purpose for coming in here. When that time passed, he too exited the stockroom and walked back into the pub's main area. He stole a glance at (Y/N), who was still working the bar, before he made his way to the snug.
Arthur was the only person in there when Tommy entered the side room, but he quickly announced that Polly, John and Esme would be joining the group once they finished their duties back at the shop. Tommy nodded upon hearing this information, and he sat down in his usual chair, accepting the glass that Arthur slid his way once he was sitting.
They got into talking about the business then, and although Tommy would have rathered to leave that conversation rest for a later time, he took part in it. Doing so would pass the time quicker than just sitting in silence, and right now all he wanted was for thirty minutes to go by.
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Tommy didn't know why he was anxiously counting down the seconds for (Y/N) to be finished with her shift. It wasn't like he could do anything overtly to her while in a room that was full of his family. But yet as the new hour came around, he found himself trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to appear on his lips. His family would never let him live it down.
About five minutes before her shift was due to be finished, (Y/N) opened the door to the snug. There was cheers exclaimed as a greeting from the packed room, and she sent everyone a smile before going about asking what she intended to: "is there anything I could get anyone before my shift's finished?" she asked no one in particular, looking at each person after she spoke. She tried hard not to let her eyes linger on Tommy, who had been shamelessly looking at her because he was technically allowed to...that was what you did when someone was speaking, right?
"Nah, love, we're good in here," Arthur answered for the rest of the group, "but why don't you come in after you're all finished up? 'S been a while since we've seen you properly," he suggested then, and (Y/N) had to wonder for a moment whether Tommy had told him about the two of them.
"If you all would be fine with me joining then sure, I'll come in," she answered, unable to shake the feeling of Tommy's eyes still on her.
"Of course we'd be fine! Go on and finish your shift so you can get back in here!" John hollered at her, waving her out of the room with his signature grin plastered on his face. (Y/N) shook her head and laughed at his words, saying goodbye to them so that she could go and finish her shift's final minutes behind the bar.
Five minutes later, like she agreed on doing, (Y/N) re-entered the snug. More cheers sounded off as she greeted everyone again. She then clasped her hands together over her waist and looked around, trying to figure out the seating arrangement and how she'd fit into it.
"Care to make some room for her, Pol? Bring another chair into the room?" Tommy spoke up, addressing his aunt, who was sitting on the end of the booth that was furthest away from him.
(Y/N) looked over to the older woman, who was now in the process of standing from the booth. "You don't have to be the one to move, Polly, I can..."
"No need to worry, (Y/N). I was about to get up and get another drink anyway," Polly stopped (Y/N) midway through her sentence, brushing the younger woman's statement off as she stood and moved towards the door.
(Y/N) stayed frozen in her spot though. She then turned to Tommy, her brows furrowed slightly. "Tommy are you sure about me taking Polly's seat, I can just go and..."
"Yes, I'm sure, darling...have a seat," Tommy cut her off this time, his words rolling off of his tongue without a second thought. (Y/N) nodded, not giving much thought to his response either as she went and sat down.
Everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing the second they heard what Tommy said. Sets of eyes were going between the two for a few moments before either of them caught on.
Noticing the sudden shift, Tommy broke the silence, "alright, what? What's happened?" he addressed the room, his eyebrows raised as he looked at each of his family members.
"I believe you should be telling us what's happened, brother," John answered, his gaze still shifting between Tommy and (Y/N).
"What?" Tommy asked again, confusion apparent in the single word statement.
"When have you taken to calling (Y/N) 'darling', Thomas?" Polly asked from where she was standing at the door, her brows raised.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he continued to play it off as if it was nothing, looking over to (Y/N) to see if she was still in his corner. The second he saw her wide eyes, he knew that he was on his own.
"'Yes, I'm sure, darling, have a seat' doesn't ring a bell to you?" Arthur joined in, quoting what Tommy had said just moments ago.
"That's what I said..." Tommy trailed off, not denying that those were the words that left his mouth. He looked between all of the people in the room then before his eyes settled on (Y/N). She immediately began giving him one of those 'will you speak first, or should I?' looks, hoping that he'd choose the first of the two.
Polly was the one to break the silence before either of the two could speak up. "Spill it," she insisted, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at the guilty couple with pursed lips. She was a spitting image of a principal who was asking a child to own up to something they did; right down to the aura she was exuding.
Tommy held his gaze on (Y/N) for a moment longer before he exhaled a sigh and ran his hand along the back of his neck. "(Y/N) and I are seeing each other," he told the room their secret. He looked over at (Y/N) again to see that she was sitting in a rigid manner as she waited to hear how they'd react. Inside she was panicking, holding her breath and hoping that she wouldn't combust from the anticipation that was building.
"For how long?" Esme questioned from (Y/N)'s right. She took that opportunity to finally look away from Tommy, although his eyes burning into the side of her face reminded her that he was still very much present.
"A few weeks now," she mustered up the ability to answer the question, still waiting in limbo to see how they'd react. These Shelbys were good at withholding their emotions and reactions, and that really wasn't helping her case at the moment.
"A few weeks and you didn't think to tell us?" John chimed in, leaning out past Esme so that he could look at (Y/N) more properly.
(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak before she had a clear answer, so she said nothing, which made her eyes widen slightly. She was crashing hard here. Thankfully Tommy stepped in to cover her as she continued to draw a blank. "We didn't want it to become a big deal. Neither of us felt there was a reason to tell you, so we chose not to," he explained to them, really trying to downplay the importance of it all.
"It's not that we didn't want to tell you guys, it's just that it was...new," (Y/N) added on, making sure to let them know that this choice wasn't made solely because of them.
The room fell silent then after (Y/N) finished speaking. To her, it felt like the air was thick enough with tension that she could cut it with a knife. It made her ring her hands together and stare over at Tommy with a pleading look in her eyes. She hated the anticipation of what would be said next.
"Well in that case..." Arthur started as he stood up from his end of the booth. He didn't say anything as he made his way to the empty area of the room and turned to face the family again. Just finish your sentence already! (Y/N) was screaming at him in her mind, her nerves kicking into overdrive. Time seemed to move slow until a smile spread across the eldest Shelby sibling's face. "Welcome to the family, (Y/N)," he finished his statement, his eyes focused on the woman he was addressing, "next round's on me!" he then announced to the rest of the people in the room.
"Let's fucking celebrate!" John exclaimed, a wide grin spread across his face.
(Y/N) smiled as she looked around at the rest of the Shelby family. She couldn't help but giggle as her eyes focused on Tommy, who was in the middle of getting affectionately slapped on the back by Arthur, who John then followed with the same gesture. Her heart swelled as she saw his smile.
She kept her eyes on him until she felt a set of arms wrap around her. "Welcome to the family, (Y/N)," Esme offered her own kind words as she hugged the woman sitting to her left.
"Thanks, Esme," (Y/N) responded, pulling away to smile at her.
"Wait until Ada finds out," she said with a grin then, "she's going to be thrilled to have another woman in the family." (Y/N) smiled at her statement.
She couldn't deny the giddiness that she felt bubbling up inside of her. This moment had gone the way that she hoped it would, and it would be another that she would remember for a long time...part of the reason being because it was another instance when Tommy called her "darling".
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Hello!
Welcome to the Problematic MCU Ship Tournament!
This blog will pit 64 different pairings against one another. All of them are in some way “problematic”- some feature a minor and an adult, others feature incestuous pairings, others still simply have questionable or potentially abusive dynamics. Many ships combine elements of more than one.
Each day, 4 polls will be posted pitting two different ships together (for a total of 8 ships per day). You are free to vote in as many or as few of these polls as you’d like.
This blog is explicitly pro-ship and anti-censorship, and obviously features dark themes. If this is a point of discomfort for you, you are free to block this blog, I don’t bite. Hate towards anyone (and anything unreasonably rude about ships or characters) will not be published and users that send it will be blocked. Nothing explicit will be posted to this blog, regardless of the ship, so minors are free to interact if they so wish.
The bracket below shows all the ships that will be posted, as well as their first opponent. After the first round has been completed, the diagram will be updated and all of the winning ships will be pitted against one another. You can also find a typed list of all ships under the cut, for users that can’t or don’t want to read my terrible handwriting.
May the odds be ever in your (ship’s) favor!
All First Round Ships:
1. Morgan Stark x Harold “Happy” Hogan
2. Morgan Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes
3. Morgan Stark x Tony Stark
4. Morgan Stark x Pepper Potts
5. Scott Lang x Cassie Lang
6. Frigga Freyrdottir x Thor Odinson
7. Vision x Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff
8. Wanda Maximoff x Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff
9. Maria Stark x Tony Stark
10. Howard Stark x Tony Stark
11. Obadiah “Obie” Stane x Tony Stark
12. Tony Stark x Peter Parker
13. Peter Parker x Harold “Happy” Hogan
14. Tony Stark x Harley Keener
15. America Chavez x Dr. Stephen Strange
16. America Chavez x Wanda Maximoff
17. Odin Borson x Thor Odinson
18. King T'Chaka x Prince T'Challa
19. Xu Shang-Chi x Xu Wenwu
20. Marc Spector x Stephen Grant
21. Thor Odinson x Rocket Raccoon
22. Thor Odinson x Groot
23. Peter Quill x Rocket Raccoon
24. James “Bucky” Barnes x Rocket Raccoon
25. Adrian Toomes x Peter Parker
26. Dr. Otto Octavius x Peter Parker
27. Dr. Curt Connors x Peter Parker
28. Steven “Skip” Westcott x Peter Parker
29. Dr. Stephen Strange x Peter Parker
30. Quentin Beck x Peter Parker
31. James “Bucky” Barnes x Peter Parker
32. Steve Rogers x Peter Parker
33. Thor Odinson x Loki Laufeyson
34. Loki Laufeyson x Sylvie Laufeydottir
35. Princess Shuri x James “Bucky” Barnes
36. Princess/Queen Shuri x Namor/K’uk’ulkan
37. Thanos x Nebula
38. Thanos x Gamora
39. Thanos x Loki Laufeyson
40. Thanos x Tony Stark
41. Clint Barton x Kate Bishop
42. Clint Barton x Lila Barton
43. Carol Danvers x Kamala Khan
44. Monica Rambeau x Kamala Khan
45. Stephen Grant x Khonshu
46. Jake Lockley x Khonshu
47. Marc Spector x Khanshu
48. Arthur Harrow x Ammit
49. Xu Shang-Chi x Xu Xialing
50. Princess Shuri x King/Prince T’Challa
51. Billy Maximoff x Tommy Maximoff
52. Wanda Maximoff x Pietro Maximoff
53. Peter Parker x May Parker
54. Queen Ramonda x Princess Shuri
55. Queen Ramonda x King/Prince T’Challa
56. Peter Parker x Ben Parker
57. Marc Spector x Jake Lockley
58. Stephen Grant x Jake Lockley
59. Natasha Romanov x Yelena Belova
60. Gamora x Nebula
61. Odin Borson x Loki Laufeyson
62. Frigga Feyrdottir x Loki Laufeyson
63. Peter Parker x Carol Danvers
64. Peter Parker x James “Rhodey” Rhodes
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A Taste of Domesticity
Ikemen Vampire - Isaac x Reader
My gift to @bicayaya for the My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary. Hope you like it!!
It was hard to believe your luck, to have the entire mansion to yourselves. You would even suspect everyone made plans for Valentine’s somewhere else on purpose, if they hadn’t invited you along as well.
Well, Arthur did, at least. A couple of days before, when hearing Isaac hadn’t planned anything for the holiday, he insisted you go on a double date. But it wasn’t that you didn’t have plans, it was just that you and Isaac had chosen to stay home and have a relaxing Valentine’s.
So far, you had done nothing particularly aimed at celebrating Valentine’s, just taking advantage of the peace and each other’s company. You slept a little late, had a nice breakfast, then settled in the living room, with a couple of blankets and the lit fireplace. Isaac tinkering with some pieces you had no idea what they were for, and you lying on his lap with a book.
Some would say that didn’t count as a date, especially for Valentine’s, but if you and Isaac agreed it was, how could it not?
You prepared lunch while Isaac finished his work, then had a calm lunch before, and, after that, while Isaac returned to the living room, you prepared some hot cocoa for the two of you. When you walked back into the room, you found Isaac looking through a window, apparently deep in thought, because he didn’t even notice you. So you set the tray on the coffee table and approached him.
“Did you want to have gone somewhere?” You placed a hand over his shoulder and kissed his cheek, making him jump before turning to look at you, looking a little flustered.
You thought he would rather stay home, although you only proposed so because you would rather stay too. But had you read him wrong, and Isaac only agreed to stay because he thought you would like that?
“No. I like when it’s just the two of us.” Isaac took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. “I was just… thinking. I wanted to make something special for tea later.”
“By yourself?” You pulled him along to the sofa and handed him one of the steaming mugs.
“Hey! I can handle cooking.”
His cheeks gained the pink of his eyes, and - he would probably deny it, though - he pouted, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at how cute he looked.
“That’s not what I meant.” You caressed his cheek, then ran your thumb over his pouting lips. “I just thought we could do it together.”
“But you already made breakfast and lunch.” He took a long sip of the chocolate before continuing. “And now this. You could rest.”
“I’m fine. I thought it could be fun to do this one together.” You also took a sip of your own drink, choosing the best words to convey your feelings. “Besides, I think we already spent enough time apart, don’t you think? What do you say?”
“If you insist.” He muttered, turning away and drinking more of the chocolate, in a poor attempt to hide blushing cheeks and a tiny smile.
But such a curt response also told you his mind was still on something else.
“You don’t sound like you want my help.” You pouted, leaning forward, feigning offense.
“No!” He spun back to face you, blushing even harder. “I mean… I would love your company. I just…”
You chuckled and kissed him.
“I was joking. You looked so out of it that I couldn’t resist. Do you know what you want to make?”
“I was thinking of a cake, like the one you made for my birthday. Would it be too much for the two of us?”
“We can always make a smaller cake. I would like to make something only for the two of us.”
You shared a kiss, tasting faintly of cocoa, forgetting your worries, and enjoying each other’s warmth.
A cooking book tucked under one arm, you headed for the kitchen, Isaac carrying the now empty mugs. He was blushing from the moment you left the library, and you wrapped your other hand around his waist when he insisted on carrying the cups.
It was funny and quite cute how, despite getting used to physical intimacy, the moment you changed things a little, he got that flustered.
“Is such a… simple day what you really wanted for Valentine’s?” Isaac asked, not looking at you.
“Of course. When else do we have the opportunity to have a day just for us like this? Isn’t this what Valentine's is about?”
Isaac nodded, seeming again to be deep in thought.
“What is on your mind?”
“I will tell you when I figure it out.” He gave you a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
When you arrived at the kitchen and Isaac finally saw his hands free, he turned around and kissed your forehead, then your lips, where he lingered a little.
They were simple touches, but the way he did it felt almost reverent, in a way that made your heart melt.
“What was that for?”
“Because I love you.” He answered, caressing your cheek.
It was rare for Isaac to be so smooth with his words. Moments like these only made you fall deeper in love with him.
Looping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer.
“I love you too.” You whispered, before kissing him back.
Isaac’s arms wrapped around your waist, and the two of you stayed there for a moment, bodies pressed to each other as you shared more light kisses, then a little longer just hugging in silence. Breaking apart was as difficult as if you wouldn’t be seeing each other after it. But it was just that your hearts felt so warm in each other’s embrace that you were reluctant to let go.
You finally parted with quick laughter but lingering smiles in the following silence, all of it a bit awkward, Isaac’s cheeks faintly pink, and you had no doubt yours were in the same state.
He started looking through the book as you washed the used mugs. When you were done, you took a deep breath, trying to dissipate that awkwardness as you walked to his side, purposefully letting your bodies touch, which startled him a little, but he smiled at you.
“Is there anything you want in particular?”
“No. You’re the chef for now. I’ll just be your assistant, since you said I’ve been the one cooking until now. I want to do this together, but I will follow your orders, boss.”
This again had him blushing and turning his attention back to the book, which he flipped through a few more pages before finding something, and although you could perfectly read the recipe from your spot, you waited for instructions.
But that led to a moment more of silence, Isaac fidgeting a little. You watched him open and close his mouth a few times and visibly gulp as he played with a lock of his hair, eyes glued to the page, but certainly not paying attention to any words.
You resisted the urge to remind him how much more demanding he had been last night. How could he get so shy at simply giving instructions like that? Was it just because you called him boss?
“Uh, can you… ge-get these ingredients for me, please?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Yes, sir!” This time you couldn’t help but answer, kissing his cheek and chuckling as he froze, and when you thought you heard a low “Don’t say that” or something similar.
“I will behave.” You answered, even if you weren’t sure what you heard, and this time his answer was audible enough, despite still being shyly low.
“I don’t think we’ll be finishing this if you keep that up.”
You stole a glance at him, catching sight of a dangerous glint in his eyes. The eyes of the wolf hidden behind his usually shy, cute, and sweet behavior.
“Sorry.” As tempting as it was, you would save the teasing for later.
“No. It’s fine.” Isaac hurried to reply.
You worked in silence for a while after that. Or tried to work. Hard to do when your attention was more often than not on Isaac. He measured and mixed things with such focus that was fascinating to watch.
Getting your attention back to work, you walked around him to find sugar on the other side, but found yourself accidentally bumping into him on the way, both of you startling a little. And it kept happening while you worked. One of you would brush or bump into the other, as if the kitchen were too small. Or maybe your bodies just couldn’t stand being that apart.
Isaac got over his shyness and very into the job quickly after that, gently giving instructions.
That did not save you from incidents. The first time he did ask for something and you handed it to him, your fingers brushed, and Isaac, startled, pulled his hand back. You were quick enough to hold the bag before it fell, but it was a bag of flour, and a little was hoisted into the air, especially over Isaac.
“Sorry.” He mumbled and then sneezed.
You chuckled and stepped closer, setting the bag over the counter and whipping the white powder from his face and hair, then kissing his nose.
“Don’t worry.” That was not what you had in mind, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t tease him.
That was almost so cliche you couldn’t believe it did happen.
But work went smoothly from there. You still shared lots of accidental touches when walking past, reaching for something or handing things to each other, but Isaac only blushed and smiled at you.
The only other incident was you almost cutting your finger because you were paying more attention to Isaac. He didn’t let you handle anything he deemed dangerous after that.
But it was something special to cook together. You had done so with others before, but despite these small incidents, there was a surprising synchrony in the way you worked with your boyfriend, and it made you feel so happy.
It almost felt like you were newlyweds. Would you do this more often if you lived on your own?
The cake finished, Isaac started cleaning without being prompted, so you mixed the icing while watching him work. You hadn’t expected Isaac to wash the dishes, you never got such a domestic sense from him.
“You will spill it if you don’t pay attention.” He warned, as he noticed you were staring. But that attitude was ineffective when he was blushing that hard.
“I just didn’t expect you to offer to clean, too. Isn’t it what assistants are for?”
“I was the one who chose to cook. And you’re not my assistant. You’re my girlfriend, and you have already done enough for me today.”
If you weren’t distracted before, you sure were now, with him speaking again with such conviction that always made you feel all fuzzy inside. You would have hugged him if your hands weren’t otherwise occupied.
So you turned your attention back to your work, but seeing it looked ready, you scooped a little into the spoon and offered it to Isaac.
“Here, chef. Try it.”
Isaac stared at you for a moment, then looked down at the spoon you held out and back again, turning redder with each second, before he leaned down and, instead of eating the icing in the spoon, licked the spill he found on your arm, making the area burn and tingle, even after he pulled away.
“We’re done with cooking. I’m just your boyfriend now. So, will you stop trying to provoke me before I have to prove you?”
His voice sounded so needy and sexy that it took all of your willpower to nod. Only because you didn’t want your hard work to burn, though.
Isaac took a deep breath and kissed your cheek.
“Later, okay? And I will do whatever you want.” Isaac said, cheeks again a deep crimson, and he hastily turned away to check the oven.
When you sat down to eat, Isaac insisted on cutting the cake. He picked up the first slice and took a forkful of it, offering it to you.
“Will you do the honors?”
You weren’t sure if he was just being sweet or if it was revenge for earlier, but also feeling a little embarrassed, you ate it.
Isaac gave you a whole slice, with which you returned the gesture, and that was how you finished these.
Each of you picked up a new piece, but besides that, Isaac didn’t touch his, looking deep in thought again. He’d done it so much today. But you didn’t ask, since he said he would tell you when he was ready.
Isaac caught you looking and smiled at you, picking up a napkin and whipping away a bit of icing at the corner of your mouth.
“Has today been to your liking so far?” He asked softly, looking at you with such a loving smile that your heart skipped a beat.
“Of course. Was it to yours?”
“It was. And it was unexpected what a difference having the house to ourselves made. Especially cooking together. It…” At this, he paused, looking down briefly, cheeks tinging of pink again, before he met your eyes, looking determined. “It almost felt like we were newlyweds.” So he was thinking the same thing. That made you happy. To think even your thoughts were so in sync. “And… you noticed I’ve been thinking… I wasn’t sure what to tell you about this. I like it here, as annoying as certain people can be. I am thankful to Comte for everything… and I know you like it here so far too, but…” Your eyes widened as he rambled. Could this be leading to what you thought it was? “I was thinking… if you want, we could start thinking about finding a place of our own. A place closer to the city, but maybe somewhere close enough that we could come visit occasionally.”
“Yes.” You almost shouted, hugging him. “I would love living with you.”
“Really?!” Isaac cupped your cheek and kissed you. “I was wondering if it wasn’t a little inappropriate, but… I guess we are already past that.” His smile turned sheepish. “Won’t you be lonely on your own while I’m at the university?”
“No. I can be on my own for a few hours if that means we can have more moments like this. Besides, I might keep working here for a while, at least until we convince Comte to hire more help. And then maybe I could find a proper job and… Well, we can think of it later. But I’m looking forward to it.”
You kissed him. Not the chaste kisses you had been sharing so far, but a sensual kiss that lasted until you were out of breath.
“Me too. And we still have a lot to think about, and have to actually find a place, but for now, shouldn’t we finish this cake? I still haven’t shown you your Valentine’s gift and… I guess I have a promise to make true of after dinner.”
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Gwaine x Reader - 'The Threads That Bind Us' - Chapter 6
Story Summary:
You, a humble dressmaker from Camelot’s lower town, are commissioned to make a new gown for Queen Guinevere. Impressed by your skills, she offers you the position of Royal Clothier. During your time in the castle, you catch the eye of one of the knights of King Arthur’s inner circle, Sir Gwaine. What starts as a sweet courtship is turned upside down when misfortune strikes and you must deal with the aftermath, as well as an unwelcome visit from Gwaine’s unpleasant sister.
Rating: Mature
Tags: Female Reader/Gwaine, set between seasons 4 and 5, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Words: 4,042
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The king smiles from the courtyard steps, ready to greet his queen, but when the party, or what remains of it, comes into view, his expression darkens in an instant. The party is but a fragment of what had left days ago.
He rushes down the steps, taking two at a time, to meet his love, helping her dismount. She falls into his arms.
“We were attacked by bandits,” She says, her voice wavering with emotion. “They took (Y/N),”
Gwen sobs into Arthur’s shoulder, before pulling back.
“You have to save her, Arthur, we have to help her,” Tears fall down her cheeks. “She’s my friend,”
“We will, Guinevere,” He rests his finger under her chin, gently lifting her face so her gaze meets his. “I promise you, we will bring her home,”
He looks behind his queen, meeting the gaze of his most senior knight. Gently asking Gwen to go inside, he gestures for Sir Leon to approach.
“The others have just finished training,” The king says. “They should still be in the armoury. Tell them to gear up, we’re heading out,”
“Right away, sire,”
~
Sir Leon rushes to the armoury at his king’s command, where he does indeed find the other knights of the inner circle packing up their gear. Sirs Gwaine, Percival and Elyan’s conversation ceases as they look up upon hearing his approach.
“There’s no time for rest, gear up and be ready to head out within the half hour,” Sir Leon says.
“What’s happened?” Sir Elyan steps forward. “Is it Gwen?”
“No, she’s made it back safely, but we were attacked by bandits. They took (Y/N),”
“What?” Gwaine pushes past Elyan, coming face to face with Leon. “How did this happen? Why didn’t you save her?” His voice rises, wide eyes searching Leon’s.
“I couldn’t save both (Y/N) and the queen,” Leon replies.
“You could have,” Gwaine growls, grasping Leon by the collar. “If you really cared, you would have found a way,”
“It is not a question of caring, Gwaine. We were outnumbered. My first duty was to my queen,”
“I should have been there,” Gwaine shakes Leon. “I should have been the one to go. Her worth should not have been thought as lesser, she should not have been sacrificed,”
“That’s not how it was,” Leon starts, but Gwaine raises a fist, his lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Stop!” Percival’s voice booms as his hands pull the two knights apart. “The longer we spend arguing, the further (Y/N) slips from our reach,” He looks between his two friends. “Put the accusations aside, Gwaine, and get ready to head out,”
Gwaine looks to Percival for a moment, before giving a curt nod. Percival releases Gwaine from his grip and heads to the armour rack. Gwaine shoots Leon a glare before doing the same.
“We’ll bring her home,” Elyan places a hand on Gwaine’s shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.
~
You’re jolted awake by a sharp poke to the ribs, and ordered to get up and eat some breakfast, as the camp is being packed up, ready to move on.
You and the men move out on foot except for the bandit leader, who rides one of the horses, the others being used to carry supplies and loot.
You walk all day, your mind in a daze, as if you’re phasing in and out of existence, the pain in your feet the only thing dragging you back to reality. You catch part of a conversation two of the men are having, overhearing them mention that the party has now crossed the border into Odin’s kingdom. Any small hope you have carried of being saved leaves you. No matter how pure King Arthur’s heart, it would be foolish to risk crossing the border to save an employee.
Any thoughts of rescue now banished from your mind, you wonder what’s in store for you. The only hope you cling to now is that you will be purchased for a lady, perhaps to be a maidservant. That mightn’t be so bad, if she isn’t cruel to you.
When the sun is low in the sky, the bandits make camp again. The night is much the same as the last, with the occasional jeers and gestures from the men, but they stay true to their leader’s wishes: they do not touch you. In fact, they keep their distance, as if an invisible barrier surrounds you. But any feeling of safety that might bring is overshadowed by the uncertainty of your future. When you go to bed, your broken sleep is accompanied by restless dreams fuelled by your fear.
~
Already awake when the men rise for the day, a sharp poke isn’t needed to rouse you this time. You get up and have breakfast, returning your bowl to the pile once you’ve finished eating. When you turn around, you notice figures emerge from the trees. Your first thought being that they are more bandits, perhaps ones from a different clan, you back away and head for the horses, crouching beside them.
“Merlin, get (Y/N) to safety!”
You whirl around at the mention of your name and find King Arthur of Camelot, dressed very unlike himself, in a blue tunic and brown leather vest. The blue tunic which you made.
Within moments, Merlin is at your side.
“Are you hurt?” He asks, his eyes searching you frantically.
You shake your head and take his arm when he offers it, letting him help you to stand. Once you’re steady, you glance up, eyes widening as you spot two bandits heading straight for you. Merlin turns, following your gaze, before murmuring in your ear.
“Run for the trees,”
You do as he says, finding a particularly wide tree to hide behind, when you hear a shout. Peering around the bough, you spot the two bandits, now flat on their backs by the campfire, clothing aflame, and Merlin, sprinting your way. He takes your hand and guides you away from the camp and behind another tree.
“Stay here, out of sight,” He pants.
“Please don’t leave me,”
“I need to help back there. Stay here and you’ll be safe,”
You nod reluctantly and Merlin runs back the way he came.
You pull your knees against your chest so your form remains as small as possible, the tree’s uneven surface pressing into your back. You attempt to steady your breathing, which proves difficult with the sounds of battle thumping in your ears. You hate not knowing what’s going on, which side is besting the other, so you lean out slightly to take a peek.
Your eyes scan the camp-turned-battlefield, spotting Sir Leon, Sir Elyan and Sir Percival. You continue, noticing a bandit not engaged, his gait stealthy, as he approaches a knight clashing with another bandit.
“Gwaine!” You shout as loud as you can.
Sir Gwaine’s gaze leaves his opponent and finds you, pointing to his yet unseen attacker. Gwaine whirls around and raises his sword just in time to block the incoming blow before thrusting his blade into the stealthy bandit’s chest. Pulling the blade free, he spins around, continuing his battle with his original opponent.
You exhale with relief, the thought of what might have happened unbearable, and return to your position behind the tree, meaning to keep watch in case of another dishonourable attack, when a lumbering figure comes into view. The bandit leader’s hulking form limps toward you, his face set in a scowl. He brings his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly. The sound of pounding hooves approaches, a horse coming into view, stopping some feet away from the bandit leader, waiting for its master. The bandit reaches for you, yanking your arm so hard that you fall to your knees.
“Let her go!”
You hear a shout from the camp and look up to see King Arthur, a crossbow trained on your attacker. The bandit’s large hand still grasping your arm, he pulls you up, snaking his arm around your neck, your back pressed against him. He takes small steps towards his horse, your feet dragging with him, as he uses you as a human shield.
“If you put her on that horse, you’re a dead man,” The king shouts from his position, edging closer.
Your captor stops in his tracks. You feel him moving behind you, his other arm fumbling for something.
“And if I let the woman go, you’ll allow me to walk free?” The bandit bellows from behind your head, making your ears ring.
“That’s right,” The king says.
Gwaine steps up beside Arthur, speaking quietly in the king’s ear. The king responds in the same inaudible tone.
“If you’re planning to trick me, the wench dies,”
Your stomach drops. “Please don’t kill me,” You beg. “That is King Arthur Pendragon. He is an honourable man. He will keep his word,”
He grunts, before shouting to the camp again. “I let her go, and I get on my horse and ride away,”
“That’s right,” The king replies.
The bandit removes his arm from around your neck, bringing a moment of relief, until you feel a pull against your scalp as he tugs on your braided hair.
“I won’t be left with nothing,” He murmurs in your ear.
Your head lurches forward as the pressure on your scalp suddenly dissipates. While at first you think he’s simply let go of you, your head feels unusually light. Horror dawns on you as you reach a hand around the back of your head, feeling the hacked ends of your hair. You turn to your captor, spotting the glint of a knife as he returns it to his belt, and in the other hand, a bundle of hair, your hair. A guttural scream escapes you as your knees buckle. The bandit mounts his horse and urges it to run, just as a crossbow bolt buries into his leg. He cries out but the horse keeps its pace and is soon out of view.
Merlin rushes forward, skidding along the ground to kneel beside you.
“I’m so sorry. I lost sight of him,”
You glance up at the sound of crunching leaves, spotting Gwaine jogging toward you, crossbow in hand. You hastily pull up the hood of your cloak as he crouches down in front of you.
“Are you hurt?”
His eyes flit about, searching you all over. You want to curl up and hide under your cloak, but since you cannot, you simply shake your head. He stands and extends an arm to you. You reach up to take it and he helps you to stand, staying by your side as he leads you through the camp, Merlin following behind, when you spot the stolen saddlebags.
“Those are the silks we got from the market,” You say. “They stole them too,”
Gwaine shoots a look at Merlin, who steps forward and picks up the bags, swinging them over his shoulders.
You make it to the horses and Gwaine takes you to his, positioning himself to give you a leg-up.
“Gwaine,” The king calls out. “(Y/N) can ride with Merlin. I need you to be ready to fight if the need arises. Who knows if those bandits have more friends hiding in the woods,”
Gwaine frowns and takes you to a different horse, where Merlin is checking over the tack.
“You hear that, Merlin?” Gwaine asks his friend.
Merlin nods. “I’ll look after her,”
Gwaine gives you a pained look before returning to his own horse. Merlin helps you to mount his before climbing on himself. You hold onto the back of his jacket as the party starts to ride, your head resting against his back as fatigue washes over you.
~
When the sky darkens, the party stops to make camp. You sit upon the fallen leaves on the ground as Merlin builds a fire and prepares a meal, while the knights tend to their horses.
You stare into the flickering flames, just as you did the last two nights with the bandit camp. You should feel relief at being rescued, to be away from those foul men, but you seem to have no feelings at all.
“Here,” You’re jolted from your stupor by Gwaine passing you a bowl of stew. “First serve from the pot,”
You take the stew and allow its scent to fill your nostrils. It seems Merlin is a better cook than the bandits. Gwaine gets a serve for himself and sits next to you as you slip the spoon into your mouth, the stew slightly too hot against your tongue.
“The bandits,” Gwaine says quietly from beside you. “Did they give you anything to eat? I can get you a bigger helping,”
You swallow your mouthful and clear your throat. “They fed me,”
Gwaine nods, taking the first spoonful from his own bowl. You continue eating, noticing from the corner of your eye that Gwaine keeps glancing your way. You wish he wouldn’t, and consider turning away. For the past couple of days, you’ve been watched at all times, even when you needed to answer a call of nature, you were escorted and watched, your skirt offering the only privacy. It matters not that you are now watched out of care and concern. You wish more than anything that you couldn’t be seen.
You finish your stew and place the bowl beside you.
“I’m tired,” You say as you stand.
“I’ll fetch you a bedroll,” Gwaine says as he gets up as well.
You stay standing by the fire as he does so. You don’t expect to get much sleep, but feel that if you are believed to be sleeping, then people will stop looking at you, questions and pity in their eyes.
Gwaine returns with a bedroll and offers to set it up for you, but you decline and take it from him, finding a spot between the horses and a tree. There won’t be room for anyone to set up a bedroll next to yours, which is what you want.
~
The party sets out the next morning, you riding with Merlin again. After a few hours on the road, the party arrives back in Camelot. Once you’ve reached the citadel’s courtyard, the horses slow and come to a stop. Merlin dismounts before helping you to do so. You hear your name called out and look up to find Gwen running toward you. She embraces you, holding you tight as her head rests on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I’m so sorry,”
While you’re startled at first, you sink into her embrace, wrapping your own arms around her. After a few moments, she pulls back.
“We must have Gaius check over you,”
While all you want to do right now is disappear in your chambers, the look in Gwen’s eyes makes you give in. She threads her arm through yours and leads you into the castle. You turn your head at the sound of rushed footsteps behind to see Merlin and Gwaine following.
Once you reach Gaius’ chamber’s, he beckons you inside and leads you to sit on the edge of his bed.
“Did the bandits hurt you in any way?” He asks, his voice gentle.
You shake your head. Hearing a shuffle from your left, you look over to see Gwaine and Merlin standing nearby, watching you. Gaius follows your gaze and sighs quietly.
“Gwaine, Merlin, please give us some privacy,”
You glance at them guiltily, but are relieved when they do as Gaius says, closing the door behind them.
“Do you want me to go?” Gwen asks from beside you. “I won’t be offended,”
“No,” You reach for her hand. “Please, stay,”
She gives your hand a gentle squeeze in response.
“Now that you don’t have an audience, I shall ask again: were you hurt in any way?” Gaius asks.
You swallow. “No… their leader told his men,” You cough to clear your throat, which has begun to swell, impairing your voice. “He told them not to touch me because… I’d be worth more unspoiled,”
Your voice breaks on the last syllable. Gwen puts her arm around you, holding you close.
“Worth more?” Gaius says. “Do you mean to say they were intending to sell you into slavery?”
You nod shakily. “He said that every part of me was worth something. I suppose that’s why, before he escaped, he did this,”
You pull down your hood, revealing your hacked hair. Gwen gasps, bringing a hand to her mouth in shock.
“I am sorry this has happened to you,” Gaius says. “The only consolation I can give is that your hair will grow back in time,”
“How much time? How can I be seen like this?”
Gwen leans her head against yours. “We’ll work something out together,”
Gaius walks over to a shelf and plucks a small bottle from it, which he brings back and offers to you.
“A tincture to help you sleep. Take three drops when you go to bed. All I can prescribe is rest,” He looks to Gwen. “Please take (Y/N) to her chambers,”
Gwen nods and helps you to stand, before leading you out the door. Gwaine and Merlin are standing outside in the corridor. You turn your face away to hide the evidence of any emotion as you pass by them.
When you arrive in your chambers, you notice two neat piles of cloth have been placed on your worktable – the fabrics from the market. Apart from that, your chambers look just as they did when you left them, but you don’t feel comfortable as you should in your home.
“I can’t rest,” You say. “I feel… dirty… and I can still feel where that man’s arm was, as if he is still restraining me,”
Gwen gives you a sympathetic look. “Do you have a tub?” She asks.
You nod. “It’s in the bedroom,”
Gwen enters your room and returns a few moments later, rolling the round bathtub along the floor, before setting it down in front of the fire. Looking about the room, she spots the large pail of water in the corner and finds two pots, which she takes to the pail and fills, returning them to the fireplace.
“If you can get a fire going and start heating the water, I’ll have some more fetched for you,” Gwen says.
“You needn’t go to the trouble,”
“Please,” Gwen says firmly. “Let me do this,”
She strides across the room and opens the door, looking back at you before she leaves. “Don’t forget the fire,”
You nod and turn your attention to the grate, where you begin to assemble firewood and kindling.
By the time Gwen returns, the pots of water are hanging above the fire, beginning to simmer.
“Some servants will be by soon to bring the water,” She says. “How about you go up to your room and get undressed?”
You do as she says and enter your room, finally removing your cloak and stripping down to just your shift, before heading over to the basin stand. You hold your breath as you peer into the mirror to see your reflection for the first time in days. The hacked ends of your hair are uneven, wisps of longer hairs poking out between the shorter parts.
You hear Gwen’s voice as she presumably lets the servants inside, since you hear the sounds of several footsteps and splashing water. After the noise dies down, there’s a knock at your bedchamber door.
“The servants just left,” Gwen says. “Everything is ready for you,”
You descend from your room to find the bathtub full of steaming water and your dressing screen positioned next to it for privacy.
“Thank you so much, Gwen,” You dip a finger into the water. “It feels wrong to have the queen doing this for me,”
“Do not think of me as the queen,” Gwen replies. “But as your friend who wants to help you in any way she can,”
You smile, hoping she understands how much all this means to you in a time you cannot express it in words. Stepping behind the screen, you remove your shift and step into the bath, lowering your body into the water until just your head and neck remain unsubmerged. To your left you find your small table with soaps set atop it. You wash yourself, each stroke cleansing away some of unpleasantness of the last few days, making you feel a little more like yourself. You wash your face and lastly your hair.
You sigh. “What am I going to do about my hair? I can’t have anyone see me like this,”
“You could wrap it, or wear a cap or veil?” Gwen suggests from the other side of the screen.
“I suppose those are my options now. I’ll put something together tomorrow,”
“Would you like me to tidy it up, at least? So when it grows, it will be even?” Gwen offers.
“Yes, thank you Gwen. My scissors are on my workbench by the window, and I have a hairbrush in my room beside the basin,”
You hear a chair scrape back as Gwen goes to retrieve them.
“May I come in?” She asks when she returns.
“You may,”
Gwen steps around the screen and into view, scissors and brush in one hand and chair in the other. She places the chair behind you and sits down, beginning to brush your hair gently. You close your eyes, relaxing at her delicate touch, the gentlest you’ve been handled in days.
“I’m going to begin cutting, just taking off enough so that it’s nice and even, alright?”
“Go ahead,”
Gwen’s fingers brush against your neck as she takes the first section of hair and you hear the scissors snip, the cold metal gliding against your warm skin. She brushes through your hair again and snips a couple more times.
“There,” Gwen says, placing the scissors down on the small table.
You jolt at the sound of knocking at your chamber door.
“That’s probably Gwaine come to check on you,” Gwen says, standing up. “Shall I tell him to come back later?”
“No, tell him I’m resting,”
Gwen nods and disappears behind the screen. You hear her footsteps reach the door and it unlatching. You listen to murmured words, but can’t make them out, however you do recognise the visitor’s voice as Gwaine’s. A pang shoots through your heart, thinking of how if it were another time, where none of these terrible things happened, you’d be overjoyed to see him.
Gwen returns, standing at the edge of the screen.
“It was Gwaine. He wanted to know how you were doing and asked if he could see you. I told him you were resting, like you said,”
You hang your head. “I just can’t bear to see him again today,”
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” Gwen says gently.
“The water’s starting to get cold,” You say. “I suppose I should get out,”
Gwen removes the towel that’s hanging on the dressing screen and brings it beside the bath, spreading it out to give you privacy. You stand, water drops streaming down your skin, and step out of the bath. Gwen drapes the towel over you and steps behind the screen again. You dry yourself and head to your room, where a clean shift and robe are waiting for you, and you put them on. When you step back in the main chamber, Gwen is standing by the dining table, a plate of food in front of her.
“I had a meal brought up from the palace kitchens. I was going to whip something up but you don’t have much in,”
“Gwen,” You stride toward her, pulling her into an embrace. “I don’t know how I can ever properly thank you for your kindness. It means more to me than words can describe,”
“Don’t worry about that,” Gwen smiles. “It’s what friends do,”
She gestures for you to sit. When you do, she places cutlery next to your plate.
“Now, eat and get some rest,”
Gwen bids you good day and leaves your chambers. You finish your meal and following her instruction, return to your bedroom, draw the curtain and climb into bed.
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Rules / About Me - Masterlist - Media / Characters I Write For
Media / Characters I Write For
Short list, specifics and characters below the cut - MARVEL, TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, MORTAL KOMBAT, DETECTIVE COMICS, STAR WARS, NIX HYDRA, STAR TREK, HOYOVERSE, AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER, TOLKIEN, OVERWATCH, APEX LEGENDS, THE DRAGON PRINCE, STARDEW VALLEY, TROLLS, OBEY ME SHALL WE DATE, AVATAR, SEDUCE ME THE OTOME, LACKADIASY, BALDUR'S GATE 3, DEAD POETS SOCIETY, LEGO MONKIE KID, THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, KNIVES OUT, LEGO NINJAGO, THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL, HELLBOY.
Note(s) : I do both book, movie, show, etc, adaptations for most media I write for here. If you're unsure, simply ask.
MARVEL -
Sam Raimi's Spider-Man -
Flint Marko / Sandman
Harold Theopolis ' Harry ' Osborn
Mary Jane ' MJ ' Watson
Norman Virgil Osborn / Green Goblin
Otto Gunther Octavius / Doctor Octopus
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
The Spectacular Spider-Man -
Alexander O'Hirn / Rhino
Curtis ' Curt ' Conners / Lizard
Edward ' Eddie ' Charles Allan Brock / Venom
Elizabeth ' Liz ' Allen
Eugene ' Fash ' Thompson / Venom
Felicia Hardy / Black Cat
Flint Marko / Sandman
Gwendolyn ' Gwen ' Stacy
Harold Theopolis ' Harry ' Osborn
Jackson W. Brice / Montana / Shocker
Mark Allan / Molten Man
Mary Jane ' MJ ' Watson
Maxwell ' Max ' Dillon / Electro
Otto Gunther Octavius / Doctor Octopus
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
Quentin Beck / Mysterio
Ultimate Spider-Man -
Amadeus Cho / Iron Spider
Ava Ayala / White Tiger
Ben Reilly / Scarlet Spider
Daniel Thomas ' Danny ' Rand / Iron Fist
Eugene ' Flash ' Thompson / Agent Venom
Harold Theopolis ' Harry ' Osborn / Patrioteer / Anti-Venom
Lucas ' Luke ' Cage / Power Man
Mary Jane ' MJ ' Watson / Spider-Woman
Miles Gonzalo Morales / Kid Arachnid
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
Samuel ' Sam ' Alexander / Nova
The Amazing Spider-Man -
Curtis ' Curt ' Conners / Lizard
Gwendolyn ' Gwen ' Stacy
Harold Theopolis ' Harry ' Osborn / Green Goblin
Maxwell ' Max ' Dillon / Electro
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man -
Michelle Jones ' MJ '
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
Spider-Man : Into / Across The Spider-Verse -
Ben Reilly / Scarlet Spider
Gwendolyn ' Gwen ' Stacy / Ghost-Spider / Spider-Woman
Hobart ' Hobie ' Brown / Spider-Man / Spider-Punk
Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman
Margo Kess / Spiderbyte
Miles Gonzalo Morales / Spider-Man
Miles Gonzalo Morales / The Prowler
Pavitr Prabhakar / Spider-Man India
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Noir
Marvels Spider-Man 1/2 and Miles Morales -
Felicia Hardy / Black Cat
Harold Theopolis ' Harry ' Osborn
MacDonald ' Mac ' Gargan / Scorpion
Martin Li / Mister Negative
Mary Jane ' MJ ' Watson
Miles Gonzalo Morales / Spider-Man
Otto Gunther Octavius / Doctor Octopus
Peter Benjamin Parker / Spider-Man
Phin Mason / The Tinkerer
Silver Sablinova / Silver Sable
Yuriko ' Yuri ' Watanabe / Wraith
X-Men : The Animated Series / '97 -
Anna Marie Darkhölme / Rogue
Henry Phillip ' Hank ' McCoy / Beast
James ' Logan ' Howlett / Weapon X / Wolverine
Jean Elaine Grey / Marvel Girl / Phoenix / Dark Phoenix
Jubilation Lee / Jubilee
Kevin Sydney / Morph
Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Lucas Bishop
Madelyne Pryor / The Goblin Queen
Max Eisenhardt / Erik Magnus Lehnsherr / Magneto
Ororo Munroe / Storm
Pietro Django Maximoff / Quicksilver
Piotr ' Peter ' Nikolayevich Rasputin / Colossus
Raven Darkhölme / Mystique
Remy Etienne LeBeau / Gambit
Roberto ' Bobby ' Da Costa / Sunspot
Scott Summers / Cyclops
Wanda Django Maximoff / Scarlet Witch
X-Men : Evolution -
Alexander Summers / Alexander Masters / Havok
Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla / Alison Crestmere / Magma
Anna Marie Darkhölme / Rogue
Danielle ' Dani ' Moonstar / Psyche / Mirage
Evan Daniels / Spyke
Frederick J. ' Fred ' Dukes
Henry Phillip ' Hank ' McCoy / Beast
James ' Logan ' Howlett / Weapon X / Wolverine
James Arthur Madrox / Multiple
Jean Elaine Grey / Marvel Girl / Phoenix / Dark Phoenix
Jubilation ' Jubilee ' Lee
Katherine Anne ' Kitty ' Pryde / Shadowcat
Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Lance Alvers / Avalanche
Ororo Munroe / Storm
Pietro Django Maximoff / Quicksilver
Piotr ' Peter ' Nikolayevich Rasputin / Colossus
Rahne Sinclair / Wolfsbane
Raven Darkhölme / Mystique
Ray Carter / Berserker
Remy Etienne LeBeau / Gambit
Robert Louis ' Bobby ' Drake / Iceman
Roberto ' Bobby ' Da Costa / Sunspot
Samuel Zachary Guthrie / Cannonball
Scott Summers / Cyclops
St. John Allerdyce / Pyro
Tabitha Smith / Boom Boom
Todd Tolansky / Toad
Wanda Django Maximoff / Scarlet Witch
Warren Kenneth Worthington III / Angel
X-23
Fox X-Men Movies (All Timelines) -
Alexander Summers / Alexander Masters / Havok
Anna Marie D'Ancanto / Rogue
Charles Francis Xavier / Professor X
Henry Phillip ' Hank ' McCoy / Beast
James ' Logan ' Howlett / Weapon X / Wolverine
Jean Elaine Grey / Marvel Girl / Phoenix / Dark Phoenix
Jubilation ' Jubilee ' Lee
Katherine Anne ' Kitty ' Pryde / Shadowcat
Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Max Eisenhardt / Erik Magnus Lehnsherr / Magneto
Ororo Munroe / Storm
Peter Django Maximoff / Quicksilver
Raven Darkhölme / Mystique
Remy Etienne LeBeau / Gambit
Robert Louis ' Bobby ' Drake / Iceman
Roberto ' Bobby ' Da Costa / Sunspot
Scott Summers / Cyclops
Sean Cassidy / Banshee
St. John Allerdyce / Pyro
Warren Kenneth Worthington III / Angel
Wolverine and The X-Men -
Anna Marie Darkhölme / Rogue
Emma Grace Frost / White Queen
Henry Phillip ' Hank ' McCoy / Beast
James ' Logan ' Howlett / Weapon X / Wolverine
Jean Elaine Grey / Marvel Girl / Phoenix / Dark Phoenix
Jonathon Silvercloud / Forge
Jubilation ' Jubilee ' Lee
Julian Keller / Hellion
Katherine Anne ' Kitty ' Pryde / Shadowcat
Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Laura Kinney / X-23 / Wolverine
Lorna Sally Dane / Polaris
Mortimer Toynbee / Toad
Neena Thurman / Domino
Ororo Munroe / Storm
Pietro Django Maximoff / Quicksilver
Piotr ' Peter ' Nikolayevich Rasputin / Colossus
Raven Darkhölme / Mystique
Remy Etienne LeBeau / Gambit
Robert Louis ' Bobby ' Drake / Iceman
Sarah Rushman / Marrow
Scott Summers / Cyclops
Wanda Django Maximoff / Scarlet Witch
Warren Kenneth Worthington III / Angel
Fantastic Four 2005 / 2007 -
Ben Grimm / The Thing
Johnny Storm / The Human Torch
Richard Reeds / Mister Fantastic
Susan Storm / The Invisible Woman
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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES -
2003 -
April O'Neil
Casey Jones
Donatello
Karai
Leonardo
Michelangelo
Raphael
2007 -
April O'Neil
Casey Jones
Donatello
Karai
Leonardo
Michelangelo
Raphael
2012 -
April O'Neil
Casey Jones
Donatello
Karai
Leonardo
Master Splinter
Michelangelo
Raphael
Bayverse -
April O'Neil
Casey Jones
Donatello
Leonardo
Michelangelo
Raphael
Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles -
April O'Neil
Casey Jones
Donatello
Leonardo
Michelangelo
Raphael
Mutant Mayhem -
April O'Neil
Donatello
Leonardo
Michelangelo
Raphael
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MORTAL KOMBAT -
X -
Baraka
Cassandra ' Cassie ' Carlton Cage
Erron Black
Frost
Grey Cloud / Nightwolf
Hanzo Hasashi / Scorpion
Jacqueline ' Jacqui ' Sonya Briggs
Jade
Jonathan ' Johnny ' Carlton / Johnny Cage
Kabal
Kenshi Takahashi
Kitana
Kuai Liang / Sub-Zero
Kung Jin
Kung Lao
Li Mei
Liu Kang
Mileena
Sonya A. Blade
Syzoth / Reptile
Takeda Takahashi
Tanya
Tomas Vrbdada / Smoke
Zeffeero / Rain
11 -
Baraka
Cassandra ' Cassie ' Carlton Cage
Erron Black
Frost
Grey Cloud / Nightwolf
Hanzo Hasashi / Scorpion
Jackson ' Jax ' Briggs
Jacqueline ' Jacqui ' Sonya Briggs
Jade
Jonathan ' Johnny ' Carlton / Johnny Cage
Kabal
Kitana
Kuai Liang / Sub-Zero
Kung Lao
Liu Kang
Mileena
Skarlet
Sonya A. Blade
Syzoth / Reptile
Zeffeero / Rain
2021 Movie -
Cole Young
Jackson ' Jax ' Briggs
Kung Lao
Liu Kang
Sonya A. Blade
1/12 -
Ashrah
Baraka
Bi-Han / Sub-Zero
Geras
Jonathan ' Johnny ' Carlton / Johnny Cage
Kenshi Takahashi
Kitana
Kuai Liang / Scorpion
Kung Lao
Li Mei
Liu Kang
Mileena
Nitara
Raiden
Sindel
Sindel
Syzoth / Reptile
Tanya
Tomas Vrbada / Smoke
Zeffeero / Rain
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DETECTIVE COMICS -
Young Justice / Green Lantern : The Animated Series -
Artemis Crock / Artemis
Aya
Barbara Gordon / Batgirl
Bart Allen / Impulse / Kid Flash
Brion Markov / Geo-Force
Cassandra Wu-San / Orphan
Conner Kent / Kon-El / Superboy
Dick Grayson / Robin / Nightwing
Garfield Logan / Beast Boy
Hal Jordan / Green Lantern
Jaime Reyes / Blue Beetle
Kaldur'ahm / Aqualad / Aquaman
Kilowog / Green Lantern
La'Gann / Lagoon Boy
M'Gann M'Orzz / Miss Martian
Raquel Ervin / Rocket
Razer / Red Lantern / Blue Lantern
Roy Harper / Arsenal
Stephanie Brown / Spoiler
Tim Drake / Robin / Red Robin
Violet Harper / Halo
Virgil Hawkins / Static
Wally West / Kid Flash
Will Harper / Red Arrow
Zatanna Zatara / Zatanna
Gotham -
Bruce Wayne / Batman
Edward Nygma / The Riddler
Harvey Bullock
James Worthington ' Jim ' Gordon
Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow
Oswald Chesterfield Kapelput / Cobblepot
Selina Kyle / Catwoman
Titans -
Cliff Steele / Robot Man
Conner Kent / Superboy
Dawn Granger / Dove
Dick Grayson / Robin / Nightwing
Donna Troy / Wonder Girl
Gar Logan / Beast Boy
Hank Hall / Hawk
Jason Todd / Robin / Red Hood
Komand'r / Blackfire
Koriand'r / Starfire
Larry Trainor
Rachel Roth / Raven
Rita Farr
Gotham Knights -
Barbara Gordon / Batgirl
Dick Grayson / Robin / Nightwing
Jason Todd / Robin / Red Hood
Tim Drake / Robin / Red Robin
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STAR WARS -
Prequels / The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch -
Ahsoka Tano
Anakin Skywalker
Barriss Offee
Bly
Bo-Katan Kryze
Cody
Crosshair
Echo
Fives
Gregor
Hunter
Kit Fisto
Kix
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Omega
Padmé Amidala
Rex
Shaak Ti
Tech
Tup
Wolffe
Wrecker
Originals / Rebels / The Mandalorian -
Caleb Dume / Kanan Jarrus
Din Djarin
Eighth Brother
Ezra Bridger
Garazeb ' Zeb ' Orrelios
Han Solo
Hera Syndulla
Kallus
Leia Organa
Luke Skywalker
Sabine Wren
Seventh Sister
Sequels -
Ben Solo / Kylo Ren
FN-2187 / Finn
Poe Dameron
Rey Skywalker
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NIX HYDRA -
The Arcana -
Asra Alnazar
Ilyushka / Julian Devorak
Montag Morgasson / Lucio
Muriel
Nadia Satrinava
Pasha / Portia Devorak
Valdemar
Valerius
Vlastomil
Volta
Vulgora
Last Legacy -
Anisa Anka
Felix Iskandar Escellun
Rime Solano Varela
Sage Lesath
Monster Manor -
Casimir de Gévaudan
Rainier
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STAR TREK -
The Original Series -
James Tiberius Kirk
S'chn T'gai Spock
Leonard Horatio ' Bones ' McCoy
Janice Rand
Nyota Uhura
Montgomery ' Scotty ' Scott
Hikaru Kato Sulu
Pavel Andreievich Chekov
The Next Generation -
Benjamin Lafayette Sisko
Jean-Luc Picard
William Thomas ' Will ' Riker
Geordi La Forge
Worf
Data Soong
Wesley Crusher
Beverly Crusher
Deanna Troi
Deep Space Nine -
Odo
Jadzia Dax
Miles Edward O'Brien
Quark
Julian Subatoi Bashir
Weyoun 6
Kira Nerys
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HOYOVERSE -
Genshin Impact -
Aether
Ajax Tartaglia / Childe
Albedo
Alhaitham
Amber
Amy / Fischl
Arataki Itto
Baizhu
Barbara Pegg
Barbatos / Venti
Beelzebul / Raiden Ei / Raiden Shogun
Beidou
Bennett
Beur / Lesser Lord Kusanali / Nahida
Candace
Charlotte
Chevreuse
Chiori
Chongyun
Cloud Retainer / Xianyun
Collei
Cyno
Dehya
Diluc Ragnvindr
Diona
Dori Sangemah Bay
Eula Lawrence
Faruzan
Freminet
Furina de Fontaine
Ganyu
Gorou
Hu Tao
Jean Gunnhildr
Kaedehara Kazuha
Kaeya Alberich
Kamisato Ayaka
Kamisato Ayato
Kaveh
Keqing
Kirara
Klee
Kujou Sara
Kuki Shinobu
Kunikuzushi / Kabukimono / Balladeer / Scaramouche / Wanderer
Layla
Lisa Minci
Lumine
Lynette
Lyney
Mao Xiangling
Mika Schmidt
Mona Megistus
Morax / Zhongli
Naganohara Yoimiya
Navia Caspar
Neuvillette
Nilou
Ningguang
Noelle
Qiqi
Razor
Rosaria
Sangonomiya Kokomi
Sayu
Shenhe
Shikanoin Heizou
Sucrose
Thoma
Tighnari
Wriothesley
Xiao
Xingqiu
Xinyan
Yae Miko
Yanfei
Yaoyao
Yelan
Yip Gaming
Yun Jin
Honkai Star Rail -
Acheron
Argenti
Arlan
Asta
Bailu
Black Swan
Boothill
Bronya Rand
Caelus
Clara
Dan Heng / Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae
Fu Xuan
Gallagher
Gepard Landau
Guinevere / Guinaifen
Herta
Himeko
Hook
Huohuo
Jing Yuan
Jingliu
Kafka
Kakavasha / Aventurine
Li Sushang
Luka
Luocha
Lynx Landau
March 7th
Misha
Natasha
Pelageya ' Pela ' Sergeyevna
Qingque
Robin
Ruan Mei
Sampo Koski
Seele
Serval Landau
Silver Wolf
Sparkle
Stelle
Tanya
Tingyun
Topaz and Numby
Veritas Ratio
Welt Yang
Xueyi
Yanqing
Yingxing / Blade
Yukong
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AVATAR : THE LAST AIRBENDER -
Legend Of Aang -
Aang
Azula
Katara
Mai
Sokka
Suki
Toph Beifong
Ty Lee
Zuko
Legend Of Korra -
Asami Sato
Bolin
Bumi
Desna
Eska
Huan
Iroh
Korra
Kya
Lin Beifong
Mako
Ming-Hua
Noatak / Amon
P'Li
Pema
Suyin Beifong
Tarrlok
Tenzin
Varrick
Wei
Wing
Zaheer
Zhu Li Moon
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TOLKIEN -
The Hobbit -
Bifur
Bilbo Baggins
Bofur
Bombur
Dori
Dwalin
Elrond
Fíli
Glóin
Kíli
Nori
Tauriel
Thorin II Oakenshield
Thranduil
Óin
The Lord Of The Rings -
Aragorn II Elessar
Arwen Undómiel
Boromir
Èomer
Èowyn
Elrond
Faramir
Frodo Baggins
Galadriel
Gimli
Glorfindel
Legolas Greenleaf
Meriadoc ' Merry ' Brandybuck
Peregrin ' Pippin ' Took
Samwise Gamgee
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OVERWATCH -
Akande Ogundimu / Doomfist
Aleksandra Zaryanova ' Zarya '
Amélie Lacroix (née Guillard) / Widowmaker
Ana Amari
Angela Ziegler / Mercy
Bastion
Brigitte Lindholm
Cole Cassidy
Echo
Elizabeth Caledonia ' Calamity ' Ashe
Fareeha Amari / Pharah
Gabriel Reyes / Reaper
Genji Shimada
Hammond / Wrecking Ball
Hana Song / D.Va
Hanzo Hasashi
Illari Quispe Ruiz
Jamison Fawkes / Junkrat
Jean-Baptiste Augustin
John Francis "Jack" Morrison / Soldier: 76
Kiriko Kamori
Lena Oxton / Tracer
Lúcio Correia dos Santos
Mako Rutledge / Roadhog
Maugaloa Malosi / Mauga
Mei-Ling Zhou ' Mei '
Moira O'Deorain
Niran ' Bua ' Pruksamanee / Lifeweaver
Odessa ' Dez ' Stone / Junker Queen
Olivia Colomar / Sombra
Orisa
Ramattra
Reinhardt Wilhelm / Reinhardt
Satya Vaswani / Symmetra
Siebren de Kuiper / Sigma
Tekhartha Zenyatta
Torbjörn Lindholm
Vivian Chase / Sojourn
Winston
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APEX LEGENDS -
Ajay Che / Lifeline
Alexander Maxwell Nox / Caustic
Anita Williams / Bangalore
Ashleigh Reid / Ash
August Montgomery Brinkman / Ballistic
Blóðhundr / Bloodhound
Elliott Rodger Witt / Mirage
Jackson Williams / Newcastle
Kairi Imahara / Valkyrie
Kaleb Cross / Revenant
Loba Andrade / Loba
Makoa Gibraltar / Gibraltar
Margaret Kōhere / Mad Maggie
Mary Somers / Horizon
MRVN / Pathfinder
Natalie Paquette / Wattson
Obi Edolasim / Seer
Octavio Silva / Octaine
Ramya Parekh / Rampart
Renee Hope Blasey / Wraith
Rowenna Valentina Coffey Divina / Conduit
Tae Joon Park / Crypto
Tressa Crystal Smith / Catalyst
Walter Fitzroy Jr. / Fuse
Xiomara Contreras / Vantage
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THE DRAGON PRINCE -
Aaravos
Amaya
Callum
Claudia
Corvus
Ethari
Ezran
Gren
Ibis
Janai
Karim
Naimi-Selari-Nykantia ' Nyx '
Opeli
Rayla
Runaan
Soren
Terrestrius ' Terry '
Viren
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STARDEW VALLEY -
Abigail
Alex
Dwarf
Elliot
Emily
Haley
Harvey
Krobus
Leah
Maru
Penny
Sam
Sandy
Sebastian
Shane
Wizard
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TROLLS -
Barb
Branch
Bridget
Clay
Cooper
Darnell
Delta Dawn
Floyd
Gristle Jr.
Hickory
John Dory
Poppy
Spruce / Bruce
Velvet
Veneer
Viva
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OBEY ME: SHALL WE DATE -
Asmodeus
Barbatos
Beelzebub
Belphegor
Diavolo
Leviathan
Lucifer
Luke
Mammon
Mephistopheles
Raphael
Satan
Simeon
Solomon
Thirteen
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AVATAR -
Aonung
Grace Augustine
Jake Sully
Kiri te Suli Kireysi'ite
Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
Miles ' Spider ' Socorro
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan
Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite
Norm Spellman
Rotxo
Trudy Chacón
Tsireya ' Reya '
Tsu'tey te Rongola Atey'itan
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SEDUCE ME THE OTOME -
Andrew Lewis
Aomaris / Sam Anderson
Ezaeur / Diana
Izroul / Damien Anderson
Mika Anderson
Naomi Patterson
Raestrao / James Anderson
Saero
Suzu Cappini
Uzaeris / Erik Anderson
Zecaeru / Matthew Anderson
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LACKADAISY -
Calvin ' Freckle ' McMurray
Dorian ' Zib ' Zibowski
Ivy Pepper
Mitzi May
Mordecai Heller
Nicodeme ' Nico ' Savoy
Roark ' Rocky ' Rickaby
Sedgwick ' Wick ' Sable
Serafine Savoy
Viktor Vasko
Virgil
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BALDUR'S GATE 3 -
Astarion Ancunín
Dammon
Gale Dekarios
Halsin
Karlach Cliffgate
Lae'zel
Rolan
Shadowheart
Wyll Ravengard
Zevlor
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY -
Charlie Dalton
Gerard Pitts
John Keating
Knox Overstreet
Neil Perry
Steven Meeks
Todd Anderson
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LEGO MONKIE KID -
Macaque / Six-Eared Macaque
Mei
Monkie Kid ' Mk '
Ne Zha
Red Son
Sun Wukong / Monkey King
Tang
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THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA -
Caspian
Edmund Pevensie
Lucy Pevensie
Peter Pevensie
Susan Pevensie
Tumnus
-
KNIVES OUT -
Benoit Blanc
Cassandra ' Andi ' Brand
Helen Brand
Marta Cabrera
Megan ' Meg ' Thrombey
Whiskey
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LEGO NINJAGO -
Cole
Jay Walker
Kai
Lloyd Garmadon
Nya
Zane
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THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL -
Agatha Of Woods Beyond
Hester Of Ravenswood
Hort Of Bloodbrook
Sophie Of Woods Beyond
Tedros
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HELLBOY (2004) -
Abe Sapien
Hellboy
Liz Sherman
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Rules, Guidelines, etc.:
[Used to be: ronaldrx]
I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday.
My Ao3.
Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)
Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:
Dead Poets Society
Horror
Raúl Esparza
The Simpsons
Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!)
Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in!
And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.
If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.
NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).
Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)
Current number of requests: 10
Last updated: October 29, 2023
Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below.
I WRITE FOR:
ALFRED MOLINA characters:
Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus
DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:
Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man
Bob Taylor
Denham
James Lewis
Johnson
Kurt Goreshter
Lonny Crane
Murdoc
Philippe/Abra Kadabra
Simon Lynch
Thomas Schiff
ETHAN HAWKE characters:
Arthur Harrow
Ellison Oswalt
Goodnight Robicheaux
James Sandin
EWAN MCGREGOR characters:
Alex Law
Catcher Block
Christopher Robin
Curt Wild
Dan Torrance
John Bishop
Mark Renton
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]
HUGH DANCY characters:
Adam Raki
Cal Roberts
Luke Brandon
Executive ADA Nolan Price
Will Graham
KARL URBAN characters:
Billy Butcher
Black Hat
John Kennex
Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Markiplier EGOS:
Darkiplier
Illinois
Wilford Warfstache
Yancy
PAUL DANO characters:
Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]
Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]
Edward Nashton/The Riddler
Eli Sunday
Jay (Okja)
Joby Taylor
Klitz
PEDRO PASCAL characters:
Agent Whiskey
Dave York
Dio Morrissey
Eddie
Ezra
Francisco “Catfish” Morales
Marcus Moreno
Marcus Pike
Max Phillips
Maxwell Lord
Oberyn Martell
Ricky Hauk
RAÚL ESPARZA characters:
Bobby
Dr. Frederick Chilton*
Jackson Neill
Jonas Nightingale
Rafael Barba
Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):
Carlos Reyes*
Eddie Diaz
Evan “Buck” Buckley
Howard “Chimney” Han
Josh Russo*
Mateo Chavez
Paul Strickland
Bobby Nash
Tim Rosewater
TK Strand*
Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):
Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.
Sergeant Mike Dodds
Detective Nick Amaro
Executive ADA Nolan Price
ADA Peter Stone
ADA Rafael Barba
Deputy Chief William Dodds
Little Miss Sunshine:
Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]
Frank*
Our Flag Means Death:
Edward Teach/Blackbeard*
Frenchie
Izzy Hands
Stede Bonnet*
Prisoners (2013):
Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]
Bob Taylor
Detective David Loki
Renfield (2023):
Count Dracula
Robert Montague Renfield
Tedward “Teddy” Lobo
SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:
Asa Emory/The Collector
Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]
Billy Lenz (1974)
Billy Loomis
Bo Sinclair
Brahms Heelshire
Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)
Charles Lee Ray/Chucky
Chop Top Sawyer
Corey Cunningham
Dewey Riley
Drayton Sawyer
Herbert West*
Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull
Lawrence Gordon
Lester Sinclair
Luigi Largo
Mark Hoffman
Nubbins Sawyer
Pavi Largo
Stu Macher
Vincent Sinclair
William Easton
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Qui-Gon Jinn
The Girl Next Door:
Klitz
Eli
Characters from The Simpsons:
Cecil Terwilliger*
Fat Tony
Frankie the Squealer
Grady*
Jack Lassen
Johnny Tightlips
Julio*
Legs
Louie
Moe Szyslak
Ned Flanders
Otto Mann
Seymour Skinner
Sideshow Bob
Sideshow Mel
Snake Jailbird
Timothy Lovejoy
Waylon Smithers*
What We Do in the Shadows:
Anton (Movie)
Deacon
Guillermo de la Cruz*
Laszlo Cravensworth
Nandor the Relentless
Viago
Vladislav
* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course).
Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.
If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.
SHIPS, such as:
BlackBonnet (OFMD)
SteddyHands (OFMD)
Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)
Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)
Dracfield (Renfield 2023)
Buddie (9-1-1)
Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)
Nandermo (WWDITS)
Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)
McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)
Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)
Barisi (Law & Order SVU)
Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)
Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)
Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)
Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)
AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)
ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)
Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):
Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).
Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).
Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).
(Recreational) Drug Use
Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy
Yandere
If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!
My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!
- Jesse
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me: yay I’m gonna write a decadent curt/arthur fic!!
also me: *proceeds to write a fluff(?) with corrupted and materialistic curt who pampers and spoils arthur*
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Bracket!
Its done! 64 competitors on this.
its so small I will put the mashups under the cut, but know that the first 8 polls, Round 1 A will release on Sunday, August 20th, 3pm EST, and will last 1 week.
If anyone has ANY specific photos they want me to use for anyone here, please send them to me. (Also if you see anyone on this list you like, feel free to send n more propaganda for them because I may put it in their poll and some people here don't have any lol)
Round 1 A
Edgar and Fay from Dolls of New Albion vs Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker from star wars
Catra and Adora from She ra vs The doctor and the Master from Doctor who
Jekyll and Lanyon from The glass scientist vs Chell and Wheatley from Portal
Colm Doherty and Pádraic Súilleabháin from Banshees of Inisherin vs Chalres Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr from x -men
Jesus and Judas from Jesus Christ Superstar vs Rogue and Gambit from x- men
Grace and Simon from Infinity train vs kim Wexler and Jimmy from Better call Saul
Evellyn, Luel, and Sahar from Luna Story picross/coloring book apps vs Andreth and Aegnor from Silmarillion!
Anna and Hans from Frozen vs Kirk and SPock from Star trek
Round 1b
Ruth and Debbie from GLOW vs Agent Curt and Owen Carvour from Spies are forever
aziraphale & crowley from good omens vs Nastya and Aurora from Mechanism
John Doe and Arthur Lester from Malevolent vs Kotetsu and Barnaby from tiger and Bunny
Fitz and the fool from Realm of the Elderlings vs HeathCliff and cathy from Wuthering Heights
Akeelah and Dr.Larabee from akeelah and the bee vs Arthur and Guinevere from Arthurianna.
Peery the platypus and Dr. Heniz Doofenshmirtiz from phineas and Ferb vs Skull and vintage from Spatoon
Hil and Tavek from Girl Genius vs Vrisrezi from Homestuck
Harry Du bois and Dora Ingerlund from Disco Elysium vs Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao-Long from RWBY
Round 1c
Jackieshannua from Yellow Jackets vs Addek from Greys Anatomy
Eddie and Shannon from 9-1-1 vs Mercymorn the First/Augustine the First/Emperor John Gaius from The locked tomb seris
Junpei and Skane from Zero escape vs Lea & Isa / Axel & Saïx from Kingdom hearts
Scooge MC'Duck and Goldie I'Gill Ducktails (2017) vsCavendish and Dakota from Milo Murphy's law
Rebecca Bunch and Josh Chen from Crazy ex-girlfriend vs Sophia and fitz from keeper of lost cities
Cherry and Adam from sk8 vs Dazi Osamu and Nakahara chuuya from Bungo Stray dog
Shen Qingqiu & Yue Qingyuan from Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System vs Igor Grom and Sergey razumovski from Major Grom: Plague Doctor
Jack harness and John Hart from Torchwood vs Yuma Tsukumo and Vector/Rei Shingetru from Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal
Round 1d
Powl and Mesothulas (trantulas) from transformers vs Jason Mcconnel and Peter simmonds from Bare: A pop Opera
Cappie and Even from Greek (2007) vs Junnana from Revue Starlight
The band Amatelast from Show By Rock! vs Mac Macdonald and Dennis Reynolds from Its always sunny in Philadelphia
Mulder and scully from x-files vsRosho and Sasara from Hypnosis Microphone!
Yoo Junghyuk and Anna Croft from omniscient reader vs Archie and maxie from Pokemon
sherlock and Watson from Blackeyed Theatre's Valley of Fear vs Anna, Sasha, and Marcy from Amphibia
The two boys from Bokura from Bokura vs Rom and Tammy from Parks and recs
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Part 14: Waiting for a Train
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC
Summary: She believed that death was the only escape. And now they are left to pick up the pieces she’s left behind.
Word Count: 4,876
Notes: Warnings for depictions of dissociation, character death, depression, grieving, and references to suicide.
Masterlists: Main • Series
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“Hey, have you talked to Mal recently?”
Alice frowned, peering into the microwave as she watched the popcorn she was making cook, phone held to her ear.
“Not recently, no. Why?”
“I saw her and Cobb when they were visiting Miles in Paris,” Eames sighed. “She seemed…off.”
“Could it have something to do with the kids?”
“No, I don’t think so. It didn’t seem to be that sort of problem.”
“Hm,” she opened the microwave as it started to beep, scrunching her shoulder up so that she could hold the phone in place against her ear while using both hands to tear the popcorn bag open and empty it into a bowl. “I’ll give her a call. See if I can find out what’s up.”
“Great. Thanks.”
“Mhm. Look, I gotta go.”
“Movie night with the boyfriend, right?” Eames teased on the other end.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” she huffed good naturedly. Eames had all but insisted on taking credit for her relationship with Robert, considering that he was the one to convince her to return to Australia in the first place. “I’ll talk to you later. Oh! And tell Arthur that I said hi.”
“Will do. Chat later, Ace.”
She rolled her eyes fondly at the nickname. “Bye, Eames.”
Hanging up the phone, she grabbed the popcorn bowl, taking it to the living room where Robert was getting the movie they had selected loaded.
“How was Eames?” he asked, giving Cider a few scratches behind the ear when the cat jumped up on the couch to curl up next to him.
“Oh, fine. He wants me to check up on Mal.”
“Everything alright?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s probably just in one of her…moods. She’s always had dissociative problems,” she plopped down beside him. It was still a bit odd, to think that Robert had never even met any of her friends from her dream sharing days. They were just so damn busy all the time, and with everyone scattered to different parts of the globe, it was hard to find actual time to meet up. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”
She didn’t think any more of it, not after Robert wrapped an arm around her and the movie began to play.
∗ ∗ ∗
“Hello?”
She was immediately struck with how exhausted Dom sounded on the other end of the line, instincts tensing at the feeling that something was wrong. “Hey, it’s Alice.”
“Alice…hi,” he said.
“Look, I was talking with Eames, and he said…”
“He said that Mal seemed off and that you should call to check in on her?” Dom guessed. Alice stopped, lips parting.
“Um, well, yeah. Something like that.”
“She can’t talk right now. But…”
“But what?”
“I don’t suppose that you would be in Los Angeles any time soon?”
“Actually, yeah. Robert and I fly out in two days. We have to shuttle back and forth from there and Sydney a lot for work,” she hesitated, a sudden anxiousness having gripped her by the throat. “I could come swing by to visit.”
“I think that would be good.”
“Okay. Okay, I’ll call you once we’re stateside to set up a day and time.”
“Alright.”
“Dom, are you okay?” she asked after a moment’s hesitation. The curt answers and heaviness in his voice was worrying her.
“It’s…I’ll explain once you’re here.”
She wanted to press, but decided it was better not to. “Okay.”
Hanging up the phone, she stared at it, resting in her palm for a long while.
Something was very, very wrong.
∗ ∗ ∗
“Hi, Mal,” she said it quietly, cautiously. With almost none of the usual loud enthusiasm that she often used when greeting any of her friends. Dom had answered the door with a deep frown engraved on his face, dark bags under his eyes. The house was uncharacteristically quiet as she stepped inside. A coldness had washed over it, and the usual homeliness that was there whenever she visited had been replaced by a somber uneasiness. Like everyone in the household was holding their breath for something. He hadn’t responded to any of her quiet questions, simply leading her to the entrance of the kitchen with a silent gesture, leaving her at the threshold as he retreated towards his office.
It took Mal a long moment to respond, sitting at the kitchen table, one hand resting daintily on her face, the other fiddling with the spinning top between her fingers. “Alice. Hello. You’re here,” she said, voice spacey, like she wasn’t really paying attention. Like she wasn’t all there. Taking a few steps towards the table, Alice carefully slid into the seat adjacent to Mal, fingers intertwining in front of her.
“How are you?”
“Oh, fine,” Mal still had not fully looked at her, eyes remaining on the totem between her fingers, lips pursing.
“Are you sure?” Alice asked, brows furrowing. She had always felt that she could be blunt and straightforward with Mal. In the past, she had seen Mal in the throes of her dissociative phases. And while it hadn’t necessarily been a particularly pretty sight, she had never felt so…uneasy around her before.
Almost as if she were in danger.
“So he’s brought you here to try to convince me,” Mal said, turning those large blue eyes onto Alice, blinking slowly. Alice stuttered.
“Convince you of what?”
Mal scoffed and turned away.
“Mal, I came here because Eames said he was worried about you.”
“He doesn’t believe me…” Mal lamented as she stared out the window. “He says…he says that I’m frightening the children…”
“Mal, what’s going on?” this was more than a dissociative episode. Even in the midst of those, Dom was always Mal’s anchor. Her safe place. Her person who she could cling to until reality righted itself in her mind again. They loved each other very, very much.
Suddenly, Mal was seizing her, hands startlingly tight as they squeezed her arms. “What are you? Hm? Are you a projection? Something he’s conjured up to try to convince me that I’m crazy? Or are you stuck in here with us too?”
Alice’s eyes widened. “Projection–? Mal, what are you talking about?”
“He says that I’m wrong. But I’m not wrong. I know I’m not. I’m not crazy, Alice.”
“Of course you’re not,” Alice tried to soothe. “But…Mal…Mal, do you think that we’re in a dream right now?”
“I know that we are!”
“Have you tested your totem?”
Mal’s face twitched, a furious expression Alice had never seen pass her face before suddenly etched into her features.
“Mal?” she questioned as she let Alice go, standing to pace around the kitchen counter.
“Whoever is controlling the dream knows how my totem works, so they’re able to mimic how it would behave in the real world,” Mal reasoned.
“Okay,” Alice said slowly, reaching into her pocket. “Okay, let’s check mine, then,” pulling out the little silver pocket watch, she opened the covering to check the face. The second hand was running backwards. As it always did in the waking world. “Mal…my totem says that this isn’t a dream.”
“You sound just like him!” Mal said, bringing her hands down on the counter, bowing her head. “Alice…” she raised her head, expression desperate. “I have had this argument more times than I can count.”
“Mal…”
“We have…we have to get out. We have to escape. All of us. We have to…” Mal’s ramblings faded as her eyes wandered to land on the knife block sitting on the kitchen counter. Eyes growing wide as dinner plates, Alice rose from her seat, coming around the counter, to rest her hands on Mal’s shoulders.
“Mal, no. That’s not…we shouldn’t be talking about that unless we’re sure–”
“But I am sure!”
It was so startling, how far of a cry the woman in front of her was from the Mal that she knew. Mal had always been dreamy. Her mind often seemingly far away. But she was also controlled and level headed. Rational.
Alice did not recognize the woman before her with the desperate, crazed eyes.
“Mal…”
Alice’s phone started to ring, a shrill sound that echoed throughout the kitchen. Jumping, she fumbled for it in her pocket, glancing at Robert’s name across the screen.
“I have to take this.”
Mal nodded, once, swallowing. Holding the phone to her ear, she kept one eye on Mal. Just in case.
“Robbie?”
“Hey, um,” he sounded on the verge of tears. “Uncle Peter just called me and there’s…there’s something going on with Dad.”
Oh, God. Now what?
“What happened?”
“I don’t…they’re not sure, yet. But he’s in the hospital in Sydney.”
Sighing, she rubbed a hand across her forehead. “Shit. Okay. I’m on my way back.”
“I’m going to tell them to get the plane ready.”
“Yeah. Good idea. I’ll be there soon, okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to leave your friends…”
“It’s alright,” it really wasn’t, but that was probably the last thing that he needed to hear at the moment. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye,” she hung up the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Mal asked. The cloudiness seemed to have lifted from her eyes, looking more like her old self.
“Robert’s father is an old man who has no business still being the head of a major corporation,” she said with a sigh. “He’s in the hospital, again,” stuffing her phone into her pocket, she went to Mal. “I have to go.”
Mal nodded, eyes wide and teetering on frightened. Alice squeezed her arm.
“I’ll call you, okay? And don’t…Mal, please, don’t…”
Mal looked at the ground.
“I’ll do some investigating, okay?” Alice said, hoping to appease her. That maybe, if she felt that Alice was taking her concerns seriously, she wouldn’t decide to do anything rash. “And then we can talk and compare our notes, okay?”
Mal nodded. “Alright.”
“And Dom just wants to help you,” she added. “He wants you to be okay.”
“I know,” Mal said, chewing on her bottom lip, ringing her hands together. “He won’t listen to me,” it clearly deeply upset her.
Alice knew that she needed to go; that Robert needed her. And yet still she hesitated, a feeling growing that she shouldn’t leave. That something terrible would happen if she did.
Perhaps she had been away from everything for too long. Her new job and life in Australia had made it difficult to stay in touch with her old friends. It had been ages since she’d seen any of them. And phone calls with everyone save for Eames had grown less and less regular. Though she doubted that her presence would have done much to help battle…whatever it was that Mal was dealing with in her head.
Mal sighed and patted her hand. “Don’t worry. Dom doesn’t believe me. And I can’t leave without him, so…”
That was something, at least. Alice wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “It’s going to be okay, Mal.”
“I know,” she said, hugging her back. “Goodbye, Alice.”
The finality in which Mal seemed to say it alarmed her, but there wasn’t much more that she could do. “Bye, Mal,” Alice looked her up and down, one last time, and moved to the door. “Dom?” she called, knocking on the office door. “I have to go.”
“Go?” he appeared at the door a moment later. “You just got here.”
She rubbed at her forehead. “Yeah, I know. But Robert just called saying that his dad has a health problem, so we have to get back down to Sydney right away…”
“Oh,” Dom nodded. “Yes, of course.”
“Dom…” she lowered her voice to a whisper. “What the hell?”
“I know…I know I’ll explain later, I promise–”
“She’s talking about committing suicide, Dom!”
“I know!” he snapped back, then took a deep breath reigning in his temper. “I know, Alice. I’ve tried everything and some days it seems like she’s getting better, but then…”
“I just…she’s had dissociative episodes before but nothing like this…”
“I know,” the defeated look that crossed his face was enough to get her to reach out, squeezing his shoulder.
“It’s your anniversary tomorrow, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. We’re leaving the kids with their grandparents for the night. Going to a hotel suite. I’m hoping…I don’t know. Maybe it will be good for her.”
“Well, I hope you two have a good time.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll come back out as soon as I can,” she promised.
“Thank you. I would appreciate it.”
Nodding, she gave him a parting hug, rubbing his back. “Look after her.”
“Doing my best,” he said with a shrug. She gave him a sad smile and he walked her to the door, waving at her from the porch as she drove away.
∗ ∗ ∗
“How is he?”
Peter pinched at the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting back a headache. He didn’t look like he had slept.
“Stabilized, at least,” he said with a sigh. Beside her, Robert let out a relieved sound. She rubbed his back, taking note of the expression that passed across Peter’s face.
“But…?” she prompted.
“The doctors are telling him that he needs to step away from Fischer Morrow. Completely. The stress…it’s becoming too much for him,” Peter’s face was grave. “He’s refusing, of course. Robert, I don’t suppose that you could try to convince him…”
“Since when has he ever listened to a word I’ve said?” Robert huffed, but at the look on Peter’s face, he sighed and nodded. “I’ll talk to him.”
“Thank you,” Peter gave a jerk of his head, beginning to lead them from the hospital waiting room. “His room is this way.”
Taking Robert’s hand and squeezing it, she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile that he tried to return, though it came out wobbly.
“I’ll wait out here,” she said, leaning against the wall across from Maurice’s door.
“You’re sure?” Robert asked.
“Yeah. Don’t want to agitate him further,” watching them go into the hospital room, she crossed her arms over her chest, frowning down at the floor.
Her phone began to buzz in her pocket and she made an annoyed sound, fishing it from her pocket, preparing to press the button to reject the call until she saw the contact name flashing across the screen.
“Arthur?” she asked, pressing the phone to her ear.
“Alice? Alice, where are you? Are you still in Los Angeles?”
“What? No, I’m back in Sydney,” there was a strain to Arthur’s voice that alarmed her. Arthur was always the steady one. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Alice…” Arthur trailed off, and he heard him draw in a trembling breath from the other end of the line. “Alice, Mal’s dead.”
She blinked, breath sucking into her lungs and staying there as her lips parted. One hand came out to brace herself against the wall. “What?”
“She’s dead, Als. She…she jumped off a ledge at a hotel she and Cobb were staying at.”
“Oh…” she whispered, clapping a hand over her mouth, for a moment thinking that she might be sick. “Um, okay…I…what…”
“I’m at the airport in Munich waiting for my flight right now. Eames is flying in from France.”
“What about Cobb?”
Another sigh. “Okay, Alice. I need you to listen to me. Cobb’s…they think Cobb killed her.”
“What!?”
“The hotel room was trashed, like there had been a struggle, and apparently she filed a letter with their lawyer telling them that Cobb had threatened to kill her. She told him about it, before she jumped.”
“Jesus,” she muttered.
“They haven’t arrested him yet, but it’s only a matter of time. He’s trying to find a way out of the country, but I don’t think he’s going to be able to do it in time.”
“I…” she tried to force her head to stop spinning. To push away the waves of shock and grief in order to allow her to think. “I think that I could get him out.”
“You do?”
“Some of the executives of the company who live in Los Angeles have private planes. I might be able to cobble something together. I’ll have to talk to Robert about it.”
“You think he’ll help?”
“Yeah,” she said confidently. “If I ask him to, yeah.”
“Okay. Hurry. Me or Eames will call you once we’re stateside about the…funeral and everything.”
Nodding, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay…” her voice broke a little at the end of the word.
Arthur made a sound of distress on the other line. “I just don’t understand why she would have…”
“I do,” Alice said, nausea twisting in her gut. “I know why she did it.”
“You do?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Alright. Talk soon.”
“Yeah.”
“And Alice?” he hesitated a moment, and then just said, “take care of yourself.”
Her face crumpled. “You too.”
Hanging up, she rested one hand over her eyes, feeling her chest begin to shutter as she started to cry softly to herself. Behind her, the door to the hospital room creaked open.
“Alice?”
Her attempt to bite back a sob was rather unsuccessful, Robert’s hand finding her shoulder, turning her towards him.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
She just flung her arms around his middle and hugged him tight to her. He hugged her back, clearly concerned and confused.
“I need you to do something for me,” she whispered into his chest.
∗ ∗ ∗
“It’s done,” Robert told her, hanging up the phone. “All he has to do is get in the car with our guy and they’ll get him to the airport and on a plane.”
Alice nodded, staring out the window. Spooky had curled up in her lap, as if sensing her distress, while Cider pressed against her side. Fingers stroking through the cat’s hair, she sniffled.
“Thank you.”
Setting the phone down, Robert sat down on the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest.
“You want to tell me why I just helped get a wanted criminal out of the United States?” the question wasn’t spoken unkindly, but she could hear the clear curiosity that was there.
“Dom didn’t kill Mal,” she said, wiping at her nose.
“That I figured.”
She had already told him about Mal’s strange behavior on the plane when they were flying back to Sydney. “I’ll have to find out more from Dom about what was going on, but…Mal always had problems with dissociation. That was why she came up with the totem concept. But this time she was convinced, despite what her totem was saying, that she was still in a dream. That death was the only escape.”
“But why would she frame him for her suicide?”
“She didn’t want to leave without him,” Alice said, softly. “She wanted him to feel like he didn’t have a choice but to go with her,” she sniffled. Robert squeezed her.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
Laying her head more firmly against him, she closed her eyes. “I should have stayed. Maybe, if I had…”
“This isn’t your fault,” he said, firmly tilting her head up to look into his stern blue eyes. “Okay?” he kissed her forehead. “Come here.”
She let him pull her as deep into his arms as was physically possible, listening to his soothing, gentle voice as he tried to calm her.
Trying her hardest to believe him.
∗ ∗ ∗
“Eames,” she pushed past a few black-clad mourners to get to him, and he immediately wrapped her in one of his familiar bear hugs, squeezing her tightly.
“Hey, Ace.”
Arthur was standing next to him, and embraced her as soon as she separated from Eames.
“No boyfriend?” Eames asked curiously. She shook her head.
“He had to stay in Sydney to take care of his dad.”
Robert had wanted very badly to go with her, but in the end it just wasn’t feasible. Someone needed to stay to keep an eye on the company and Maurice.
They began to all file into the funeral venue. They were greeted briefly by Miles, his face solemn and haggard. Beside him, his wife was fussing over Phillipa and James, their tiny faces drawn downwards as they looked at their mother’s coffin. Gulping down the lump in her throat, Alice fiddled with her fingers as she followed Arthur and Eames to their seats. It was a closed casket funeral.
She started crying about halfway through the ceremony. Eames rubbed her shoulder while Arthur squeezed her knee. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them. Without Robert with her, she needed the comfort of her friends’ presence more than ever.
“It was a nice ceremony,” Arthur commented as they walked from the cemetery.
“Yeah, it was,” Alice agreed, still dabbing at her eyes. Eames grunted in acknowledgement, hands shoved into his pockets.
“You guys want to go get some lunch?” Arthur suggested.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
They had just sat down and ordered when both Arthur and Eames turned to her expectantly.
“She thought that she was still in a dream,” Alice explained, figuring that the most straightforward version of the story was probably the best. “I visited her and Dom a day or so before she died, and…she was rambling about being stuck in a dream and not believing her totem and how we needed to…escape.”
“Jesus,” Eames muttered, leaning back against the booth. “She say why she thought that?”
Alice shook her head. “No.”
“She’s had dissociative problems for as long as I’ve known her,” Arthur chimed in.
“No, I’ve been thinking about that, and…I don’t know, guys. It seemed like it was more than that,” she shrugged.
“He and Mal were still conducting experiments,” Arthur said. “Maybe that had something to do with it.”
“I’ll ask Dom about it, when I see him again.”
Both Eames and Arthur mumbled in agreement, all three of them growing silent as the waiter came by with their food.
“I don’t suppose there would be a way for your billionaire boyfriend to wave a magic wand and get Cobb’s charges cleared?” Eames said after the waiter had left, taking a sip of his coffee. Alice shook her head.
“He doesn’t have that kind of pull. At least not in the American criminal justice system. His father might, but there’s no way Maurice would help us.”
They all looked down at their hands regretfully, in a combination of silent mourning and contemplation.
∗ ∗ ∗
Sighing, exhaustion heavy and deep in his bones, Robert pushed open the front door, inputting the code for the alarm system. Shrugging off his suit jacket, he smiled as Cider came padding up to greet him with a meow.
“Hi, Ci,” he said, bending to give her a few pets along the back before heading towards the kitchen, frowning at how dark the house still was. Alice was supposed to have gotten home from the airport by now. She’d called him when her plane had landed. “Alice?”
He found her sitting on the floor, back leaning against the wall adjacent to the bar. Spooky was curled up next to her, looking after her watchfully. In one hand, she clutched a bottle of wine, only about one fourth the way full. Her cheeks were red and puffy, eyes bloodshot.
“Alice…” sitting down beside her, he took the bottle from her gently, her fingers slipping away with ease. Her grip on it had been loose in the first place. Glancing down at the label, he raised an eyebrow. “Strong stuff, sweetheart.”
Alice’s bottom lip started to tremble, and then she was crying again, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, no, Alice. It’s okay,” he put the bottle aside and pulled her to him, letting his chin rest against the top of her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
He repeated the phrase over and over, rocking her gently from side to side as she continued to cry. His poor girl. She didn’t deserve any of this.
“It was my fault. I should have–I should have stayed with her. I shouldn’t have left her and Dom alone. And…and…and now I drank all your wine,” the way that she all but wailed the last part would have been hysterical had the rest not been so saddening.
“No, no, honey, it wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong, okay? There’s no guarantee that you would have been able to stop Mal even if you had stayed,” he leaned back to wipe away her tears. “And I really don’t care about the wine. It's a shitty label anyway,” he gave her a half smile to reassure her, and she left out a tiny, hiccupping sound that might have been the beginnings of a laugh. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed,” he scooped her up bridal style into his arms, head tilting against her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder.
He got her into the bedroom and out of her clothes and into her pajamas, laying her down on the bed and pulling the blankets up around her.
“Get over here and comfort her, you furballs,” he said affectionately to the cats who had wandered in after him, patting the space next to Alice until they both jumped up to cuddle against her, purring. He changed out of his own clothes, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and crawling into bed next to her, tugging her closer until she was laying on his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she said, again.
“Stop apologizing,” Robert soothed, kissing her eyelids. “It’s okay.”
“I love you,” she sniffled. He rubbed her back, suddenly feeling very helpless, wishing that he could somehow make everything better for her.
“I love you too.”
∗ ∗ ∗
“Dom, I need you to tell me what really happened to Mal,” Alice said, staring at his back where he was leaning against the railing of the balcony. She was sitting at the little table in his hotel suite, fingers drumming against the surface. He had greeted her with little more than a weak hug and a mumbled hello. Her condolences met with just a grunt.
“I know that you didn’t kill her,” she clarified quickly. “But I know that what was going on with her was more than just a dissociative episode.”
When he didn’t respond, she sighed, standing from the table and going out onto the balcony.
“Arthur said that you and her were still experimenting,” she tried to prompt. “Did something happen…?”
Still, nothing. Her temper spiked.
“Considering that I just saved your ass from being imprisoned, I think I deserve to know just what the hell happened.”
Dom’s head bowed, as if weighed down by something heavy and terrible, before he finally lifted it to look at her. “You’re right,” he said. “We were…experimenting. With depth. I wanted to see just how many layers deep we could go.”
Her brows pinched together. “You didn’t end up in limbo, did you?”
His silence was answer enough.
“Jesus, Dom.”
“I know,” he looked down again, then gave her a humorless smile. “And that isn’t even the worst of it.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were…we were there for a long, long time, Alice.”
“How long?”
“Long enough to grow old together,” he said, voice deeply wistful. Reaching out, she rested a hand on his arm. “Mal…she lost herself, down there. Limbo became reality to her. And I couldn’t get her to let go.”
“So…” Alice frowned.
“Do you remember the concept that I taught you about, back when we were in France? About not stealing an idea from a person’s mind, but planting one instead?”
“Inception,” she said, nodding. “Yes, I remember,” staring at Dom, the realization began to hit her in one massive, terrible wave. “Oh, Dom…what did you do?”
“I thought…I thought that the idea would just be there until we got out of limbo. And then everything would be fine.”
“What idea was it?”
“That her world wasn’t real. That…”
“Death was the only escape,” she finished for him. Between them, a mournful silence stretched on forever. “The idea followed her even after she woke up,” it wasn't a question.
Dom was fiddling with something between his fingers. It was Mal’s little spinning top, turning over and over between his fingers.
“You’re waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure. But it doesn’t matter…because you’ll be together.”
“Who said that?” Alice asked, searching her mind for the author of the quote.
“I did,” Dom flashed her a sad smile. “To Mal. God, I killed her, Alice.”
Shaking her head back and forth, she hugged his shoulders. “You were trying to save her.”
“Yeah,” it was clear from his tone that he didn’t fully believe her. “I’m going to head out tomorrow for Europe. Arthur’s got a job lined up for us.”
“Okay,” Alice nodded. “Well,” she cleared her throat, awkwardly. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will.”
Giving his shoulder one last squeeze, she began to head for the door.
“Alice?”
She turned back.
“Thank you.”
Nodding, she offered him a small smile.
“Of course.”
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Hi K! Congrats on the milestone! I would love to see what you do with this:
"Please stop talking." with Tommy.
Can't wait to read it!
Hi Karissa! Thanks so much for sending this in! I hope you like what I’ve done here! Sorry it took a bit for me to write. I’m not sure if anyone’s even interested in these blurbs anymore, but I’m going to write them because people requested them. Enjoy! :)
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Some of Us Aren’t
Tommy Shelby x Reader
Warnings: language, smoking
Word Count: 843
Summary: Tommy and (Y/N) clash over Tommy’s most recent business decision.
“So you went and did it, huh?” (Y/N) didn’t even bother knocking on the door of her husband’s office before she opened it, storming into the room with an intensity that she only reserved for serious situations.
Tommy didn’t look up at first. Instead he went about capping his pen and tossing it to the side, his eyebrows raised as he tried to curb his annoyance. This was not what he needed at the moment. But he knew that he wouldn’t be going back to work any time soon.
“Did what?” he asked cooly as he finally looked up to see her standing in front of his desk with a pointed look on her face and her hands on her hips.
“You fucking know what, Thomas,” she sneered at him. He looked at her expectantly, his eyebrows raised as to say “I’m waiting” as he rested his elbows on the desk and clasped his hands together. (Y/N) wanted to slap the look off of his face. “You went ahead and agreed to work with the Russians,” she spelled it out for him.
“I did,” he stayed curt, not denying her accusation.
“Polly told you not to,” she shot back.
“I chose not to listen to Polly,” he was still level with her.
“I told you not to. And you better not say that you chose not to listen to me,” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, getting that second sentence in before he was able to give her another one of his blunt comebacks.
Tommy paused for a moment, eyeing his wife up and down. The frustration was practically radiating off of her at this point. He needed to pick his battle here. He took a deep breath and slowly brought his eyes back up to match hers. “This move will be good for the business,” he then told her, an air of absoluteness present in his words. This matter was not up for discussion.
But (Y/N) was never one to stop herself from voicing her disagreement with Tommy’s ideas. “Like hell it won’t!” she exclaimed. “You’ve decided to go and make this move without consulting any of the other people invested in the business. What happened to having a meeting and talking things through? Huh?!”
“Please stop talking,” he interjected, keeping his voice level in hopes that his head would stay with it.
“Oh but you knew that it’d get shot down, didn’t you?” (Y/N) just kept on going, narrowing her eyes at him, “you knew that everyone else would see the situation for what it is, so that’s why you decided to steamroll it forward.”
Tommy took another deep breath and let it out in a huff. He grabbed his tin of cigarettes and pulled one out, rolling it between his lips before he lit it and took a deep drag. “Arthur’s on board with it,” he then commented nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh at the statement. “Arthur will always go along with you. He’s practically your ‘yes man’, Tommy,” she pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest as a way to say ‘you’ve got to do better than that’.
He made sure to set his glasses down on the desk before he stood from the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stood before placing his palms flat on the desk. They stared at each other for a moment before he spoke. “Have you got a better idea?” he countered, his brows raising as he looked her with wide eyes, “eh?”
(Y/N) bit on her lip as she held her husband’s stare. Her mind was full of the things she wanted to say to him about this terrible move that he’d made, but there was nothing that she could offer up as an option to be done instead.
Tommy noticed this almost instantly. “There’s a reason why I have the final say over what this company does; over who it works with, love,” he began, speaking slowly so that she would hear him clearly. “I consider every fucking option and avenue to take before choosing one. What they’re offering is something we’ve never come close to before. I have a plan.”
“I fear that one day your plan will not go as you hope it does…and then this business, and your life, will be destroyed, and it will all be because you decided to make a move without consulting the others in making that plan,” (Y/N) laid out her worries, not quite ready to accept the fact that this matter was not at all up for discussion. But no matter what she said, Tommy wasn’t going to be changing his mind…that was written all over his face.
“I’m prepared for it if that day were to come,” he kept his response brief.
“Yeah? Well, some of us aren’t,” she responded in a bitter tone, glaring at him and his stubbornness before she sharply turned to exit his office.
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Blemished Silk | Chapter Six - It’s A Big Old Place
Arthur Morgan x f!OC
Mature Rating - 2.3k Words
Chapter Tags: Angst, Canon Universe, Slow Burn, f!OC POV
Summary: Amelia travels to see her Uncle Josiah, only to discover some terrible news.
Boston, February 1899
By the time Amelia had coordinated her affairs and arrived in Boston, it was the middle of February. Contacting her uncle went to the expected lengthy pains that it always did. She loved him dearly, but the man was chimeric, to say the very least.
She stepped off the train into South Station, a fresh construct that the ever-growing city was in desperate need of. It was finished not even two months before - creating a streaming bustle of people. With the foresight of how the world around her was changing, the trains screamed with a harrowing whistle whilst smoke and steam mingled as one.
Outside of professional meetings, she rarely presented herself in the expected ways of her class. Amelia usually opted for a simple shirtwaist and walking skirt on most days, treasuring her comfort in the confines of the estate. However, regardless of how informal her rendezvous with her uncle was to be, she found the rare occasion to don one of her finer investments.
In a matching fan skirt of burgundy and a beaver lined jacket, Amelia also paraded her muff hand warmer made from marten and a hat that stood tall with both feathers of black ostrich and marabou.
All of it was futile in the hope of keeping the northern chill out however. Regardless of the fur that was wrapped tight around her, she was not as successful as she hoped for. When the harsh Atlantic gale from the docks blew through the wide halls of the station, her bones shivered whilst she tensed her shoulders.
As Amelia stepped through the steam of the great metal beast behind her, she felt as though she was that stupid little child that she had been so many years ago. In a desperate attempt to forsake the winds, she tried her best to politely push through the rabble of doddering folks in matching refinery.
The never-ending terrazzo marble floor caused an endless echo of the expected clip-clop of heels and the thwack of walking canes across the grand structure. Yet, all the same, this was a new building, something she had not seen or experienced before.
Boston, for all its familiarities, seemed to be an ever-evolving town. A place where the old were cherished, but advancements in society were never frowned upon. Something that Amelia could utterly appreciate.
Exiting the station, with a few unscrupulous addle pates barging past her for one reason or another, she stepped into the all-familiar streets. The smell, the markets, the people, everything brought back a crashing sense of nostalgia whilst she pursued forward in a bid to block out the involuntary memories. She was here to meet Josiah, that was all.
Pulling the letter from her jacket with her hare lined gloves, she examined the notice.
Past the glass factory. Meet me at 22.
She scoffed to herself, as it was hardly as tight-lipped as he intended. Amelia felt an odd twist at the bottom of her stomach. Something was just not quite right. She continued to pace, without paying too much attention to the note she had just read. After all, a woman, regardless of her station, alone and dazed reading a note, would certainly only invite trouble.
Her skirts clipped around her boots, while the harsh port wind uncombed the soft curls that framed her face.
Across the port way, when she approached the door of the address she had been given, she was not quite sure what to expect, as her uncle was known for his dubious habitats. Yet this in itself was far more unbecoming. A shrewd mining hut with broken hinges and mouldy windows. Almost doubting herself, she was unsure if this was even the correct establishment.
She knocked twice, firm and filled with purposefulness. Nothing.
Amelia knocked again, growing impatient. Forced into business by the man and he didn’t even have the curtsey of answering the door.
Again and again, she knocked. Filled with more ferocity than the last, she rasped her knuckled until the cold dull ache hit them.
Finally, the door pulled away, with her uncle standing uncharacteristically dishevelled. His un-ironed shirt loosely hanging from him and his usual slick black hair crumpled in a tousle on top of his head.
‘Oh, my dear!’ he belched, with a distinct smell of something or other on his breath. ‘Do... do come in.’
Moving to the side, he gestured more clumsily than usual, but Amelia paid no mind. If he was not in the mood to give her sense, she would feed him coffee until he was well and good enough.
‘Please,’ Josiah slurred, ushering her to what she supposed was the parlour, ‘I’m so sorry, my sweet dear, my little caneton.’
Attempting to not roll her eyes and scoff, she ignored the endearment.
‘It’s been,’ her uncle began, almost falling onto the chaise longue behind him and very nearly toppling off of the back, ‘it’s been... a strenuous day.’
‘Very well,’ Amelia sighed, ‘I would have liked to speak with you under more controlled circumstances,’ she remarked, looking at him with a slight disregard.
How could he do this? She thought to herself, slightly betrayed and utterly caught off guard.
‘Well? Out with it then.’ She snapped, perhaps a little harsher than she intended.
He gazed up; eyes unfocused as he rummaged in his pocket.
‘Uncle, for the love of God, what on earth has happened?’ Growing more and more frustrated with his self-inflicted misery, Amelia took off her gloves and pulled the silver cigarette case from her pocket.
‘Oh, Amelia,’ Josiah remarked, putting his head in his hands whilst shaking his head rather dramatically. ‘I made a terrible business...’ he paused, trying to suppress another belch, ‘decision.’
Amelia pursed her lips, raising her eyebrow at the older man. Perhaps she was being a little too irritable. The man was only drunk after all.
She held her tongue and allowed him to continue.
‘An investment of mine went horribly, horribly wrong. People have died, my dear Amelia. Innocent people.’
His hands dropped from his face, revealing watery pockets all over it.
She was stunned. What in the world was he on about? Her Uncle, of all people, involved in such crimes?
‘I’m afraid I don’t understand, Uncle.’ Amelia managed to let out, her voice soft and low.
‘Some... associates of mine, they were to carry out a job of theirs, but...’
Amelia furrowed her eyebrows. This all sounded quite criminal. She had always known her uncle would dance with the interpretations of the law, but not something like this. This didn’t sound right at all.
She looked away, unable to meet the anguish in his eyes. She cast her gaze into her cigarette, lighting it and hoping that all that he said was some drunken rambling from a man too far into his whiskey.
Attempting to find some excuse, some distraction, she peered around the room, taking puff after puff, whilst her uncle led out the odd sniffle or two.
‘I think some coffee is order, don’t you, Uncle?’
With all the composure she could muster, she stood and waltzed over to the side cabinets. A kitchen would have been too much of a generous word as the cramped confines only held the very basics. She dreaded to think why Josiah was here or even how he came across the property. However, she figured perhaps it was best to ask that another time.
Throwing the end of her cigarette in an empty tin - which already housed plenty of ends - she rummaged around as best she could to find the coffee. With little hope of finding a percolator, she filled an old saucepan and placed it on the singular gas unit.
When she finally found the coffee and poured it into the saucepan, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
At first, it was the newspaper, discarded and strewn on the floor, but then she saw the cutout on the table. Curiosity got the better of her and the room filled with the scent of coffee grounds.
OUTLAW GANG WANTED OVER HEIST
The headline read. She picked it up tentatively, not wanting to read it, but couldn’t bear to ignore it.
Pinkertons Increase Search
A gang of criminals, believe to be the outlaw Dutch van der Linde escaped with approximately $150,000 after a bloody gunfight with Pinkerton agents in Blackwater yesterday. The bank was moving the money out by boats after a string of stagecoach robberies in the area. The authorities believe that the men must have stashed the money in Blackwater before fleeing and the town has been put on high alert.
She put it down, afraid to read anymore. Her stomach recoiled as her eyes glazed over, unable to understand. Was her uncle involved in this? Why did he have it cut out? Was it a trophy?
Amelia stood there for what felt like hours, trying to think of the words, the questions, and any answer that could be given that would make this make sense.
‘I didn’t know it was to be a heist, not like that anyway,’ her uncle said after some time as Amelia stood there frozen.
‘I...’ he began, and Amelia willed herself to turn to face him. It couldn’t be, surely? Her Uncle Josiah, who saved her from her beastly parents, who brought her dolls and books, who gave her everything, was involved in such deplorable behaviour?
‘Tell me, Uncle. Tell me the truth about all this!’ She was mad, so very mad. Hurt and betrayed, everything in her body told her to scream and kick and curse his soul to damnation. Amelia was not a woman to tolerate petty theft, let alone something quite like this.
He told her. From beginning to end, how he was unaware of what his investment quite was. How he knew it wasn’t strictly legal and according to his sources, the owners certainly didn’t deserve the money, but at least nothing that was too questionable. He thought it was a movement similar to theirs, people trying to do their best to syphon the wealth from the greedy, the corrupt, into the pockets of the downtrodden who were cast away by society.
Not once did Amelia interrupt, and by the time she poured their coffees, they sat there in silence.
‘It seems like an easy oversight,' was all she could muster.
‘Perhaps.’
‘How could you have not known they were Outlaws?’ the mirth had left her voice as she wrapped her hands around the coffee, the only relief in this barren place.
‘Half of our employees are Outlaws, Amelia.’
‘Former,’ she muttered under her breath correcting him, rather childishly if she was being frank with herself.
Her uncle looked at her with an exhausted sorrowfulness she rarely saw from him. A part of her thought it served him right, being so hasty to make ‘ethical’ money, as he would put it. The coffee was rancid, so much so she only managed a mouthful and feared that even a cigarette wouldn’t cleanse her of its bitterness.
‘Well, I assume you read my letter in full? About the state of the finances?’ Desperate to change the conversation topic to anything other than this nonsense.
He gave a wave of his hand, not quite as enthusiastic as his usual self.
‘I did, my dear. Knowing you, I have high hopes that you have many a trick up your sleeves...’
At least, he was growing soberer, Amelia thought to herself.
‘I have, however, gone to the liberty of securing you both a short term and long-term solution.’
She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in doubt. God, she thought to herself, this best be legal.
‘Do not worry!’ he fished into his pocket for another cigarette. ‘It is some racing horses coming into their own. An acquaintance of mine has recently fallen quite ill and his poor wife is selling off his acquisitions. With all the rage of racing horses against one another these days, it will give a nice minor bump up in those woes of yours.’
She pursed her lips, both sceptical of the origin and cynical and her uncles’ prospects all in the same thought.
However, when she took a moment to herself, she was not really in a position to throw away any rope that could pull her from the growing current. After all, her pride and morals were one thing, but she had her people to look after. Not just them, but their families, too. Was reasonable doubt such a bad thing? The odd turning of the other cheek? Or was her uncle making her complicit in another “bad investment”?
‘Very well,’ she sighed, standing to leave. ‘I trust you will make the appropriate arrangements?’
He smiled with a soft curve to his moustache, his eyes drooping ever so slightly from the reign of his sobering intoxication. Opening his arms to her, she couldn’t help but already begin to forgive him. Returning to his embrace, Amelia pulled on her gloves and adjusted her hat.
‘The horses should be with you in a month or two, I assure you.’ Guiding her to the door, Amelia hoped that at the very least, he had the good sense to get some sleep and leave the hovel he had found himself in.
‘Amelia, my dear, please,’ he took her hand as she stepped through the threshold, ‘nothing like this will happen again, I promise you.’
No matter how much she wanted to stay mad at him, she simply could not. With a gentle smile, she placed a tender kiss on his cheek and squeezed his hand in return.
‘Of course, Uncle. I know you would not.’ Whether that was to reassure herself or him, she could not say at that very moment. She left without further comment and proceeded back to South Station, feeling much more exhausted than she thought she would.
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London; He is fairly certain he has heard of such ― country ? city ? ― before somewhere within the mortal books he would often trade for at the Mandrake market, yet he recalls having paid little attention to it, for aside from the arts and the literature ― and admittedly the specimens of food the mortals like to refer to as dumplings and bubbling tea ― he shares little to no interest. He did not think he would need that sort of information, for he never had an interest in being there in the first place ― alas, here he is, doing exactly that.
Judging by the architecture of the Palace, Cardan only now realises that his instructors from the School Palace certainly did not exaggerate when they mentioned that all mortal architecture is excessive and inflated. It is, as though, the bigger the structure, the more importance and power the mortal inhabiting it holds.
It makes him wonder just how important the boy before him is. He does not look much older than himself, but then again, looks can be deceiving.
❛ I did not expect an invitation. ❜ Answers Cardan with a polite curt of his head; he is, after all, a guest here and sly as Fae rules may be, they bind a guest to be as polite so long as the host is. ❛ May I be frank, I did not expect mortals to know of faerie existence, either. ❜ / @cruelprincae / continued from x.
Being related to Arthur Pendragon or him being his descendant, he was informed about the fae realm at a young age. Magic ran in his blood and he was trained to keep it under control. It didn't matter if he used it privately. Publicly he needed to appear human. Not immortal like the Once and Future King. The queen suspected him to be. Was prepared to move him to a more private palace away from friends and family. A life he didn't want to lead. He felt like a prisoner. Alone.
"My grandmother had offered. I am merely just a tool. I'm supposed to show you around London and hope a treaty comes from it." He told him bluntly. So Henry was in a bit of a mood. He could be doing other things. Things that interested him. "I am His Royal Highness Henry Windsor Fox. It's my job to know."
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