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devils-dares · 1 year

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devvie bae…. could i request a sweet little boyfriend energy fic with the ultimate boyfriend…. tristan thorn? pretty please??? just anything with that sweet sweet boy. i think it would cure me. love you to bits!!!! 🥹🫶🏻❤️‍🩹

of course you can request literally whatever you'd like dearest maggie bee

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Your eyes flutter open as you feel kisses pressed against your bare shoulders. You hum into the pillow, you’re laying stomach down so you turn your face to catch a glimpse of your lover in the early morning light. He’s above you, resting on his elbows. He meets your gaze with a sweet, innocent smile.

“Good morning, darling.” He never fails to be cheery, and this morning is no different. You turn over, reaching your arms up to pull him into your chest.

“Good morning.” You say through a yawn, and you can feel his smile grow against your skin where his head is buried. He settles to drape himself over your body, holding his weight up with an elbow. He nips at your skin and you giggle sleepily at his ministrations.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, and he gives a low laugh.

“Trying to wake you up nicely.”

“This is nice.”

“This isn’t waking up.” He whines.

“Can’t we spend a few more minutes here?” Your hands trail down his body, suggesting something other than sleep. He perks up, watching as the sleepy smile on your face evolves into a suggestive grin, and he scrambles to prop himself up over you.

“I guess we can spare some time.”

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Later, when the two of you are bathed and fed and satiated in more ways than one, he enters the kitchen where you are armed with a picnic basket.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Would you be an angel and pack this for me?” His smile is sweet, and he’s propped up on the counter with his elbows, his hands holding his head.

“Planning something tonight?”

“I suppose so.” He stands up straight again, coming up to stand behind you as you pack the basket. His arms come up to wrap around your midsection, his hands resting on your stomach. He pulls your flush against him, your back against his chest, and starts rubbing at the soft skin over your tummy. It’s no secret that he loves the extra skin where your stomach is, laying his head on it and pressing kisses over the area whenever he gets the chance, and today is very obviously no different.

“Tristan, sweetheart, if you don’t quit with your hands I’m afraid this basket will never get packed.” He laughs as he kisses the exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, but we’re leaving soon.”

“Leaving soon? Where are we going?” He turns you around, hands resting on your waist.

“You’ll see.” He walks away after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You shake your head, a grin adorning your features, and continue packing.

When you finish, you walk outside to the front yard of your home where Tristan sat waiting for you. He takes the basket in one hand and your hand in the other, guiding you to your destination. You joke with him along the way, your laughs filling the otherwise quiet nature around you.

He announces that you two have arrived, and he tells you to stay before he scurries off, taking the basket and depositing it somewhere before coming back for you.

“Close your eyes.” He says, excitement evident in his voice.

“What if I fall?”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” You two manage to get halfway up the small hill before Tristan decides to just pick you up, holding you tight in his arms as he makes sure you keep your eyes shut tight.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.” You say.

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, we’re here.” He puts you down gently and shuffles you over to what seems like a blanket, and finally tells you to open your eyes.

Blinking a few times to adjust to seeing again, your eyes quickly tear up as you see what Tristan’s done. Beautifully grown and pruned flowers circle the area as the candlelight casts a romantic hue as the sun sets. The blanket was set with what you had packed, two glasses of wine poured out for the two of you. He watches your reaction as your hands come up to wipe away at your eyes quickly, and he swoops you into a hug.

“Is it too much, my love? I can take some of it down.”

“It’s perfect. I love it. I’m just surprised you’d go through all of this effort for a picnic.”

“It was worth it for you, I’d do anything for you. Surely you know that by now. I love you!” He says, his lips against your forehead. You squeeze him tight in an embrace, letting him pull you to the blanket to sit when you release him. He hands you your wine glass, shyly feeding you snacks as you laugh and blush.

Towards the end of the night, when the bottle of wine was empty and so was most of the basket, you lay with Tristan beneath the stars, your hand and head on his chest. His coat is draped over you, and he’s talking about how the townspeople helped him make this area special for you, his chest moving up and down as he laughs and talks and all you can think about is how you’re falling more and more in love with the man before you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, doe eyes staring into yours.

“Would you spend forever with me?” His breath hitches, and you immediately cringe at his reaction, sputtering out words to retract your question.

“Hey, hey, of course I would! I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, forever with you is no question in my mind.”

You smile at him, moving up to press a kiss to his jaw.

“Forever with you is no question in my mind either.”

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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congrats on 3k, that's amazing and so deserved! 🥳❤️🎉

🐟 could i please request a fluffy tristan thorn drabble, with the prompt "Take my coat, I don't want you catching a cold."

🌙 and i'll trade you for one of my own :)

thank you! ❤️

Thank you so much love <333 and omg I actually read your tristan fic before and loved it!! It was waiting in my drafts to be reblogged so this is perfect <3333

paper crown.

pairing: tristan thorn x fem!reader

word count: 317

✨click here to join the 3k escapade ✨

When Tristan Thorn had finally asked you out, you were thrilled. You had your eyes on the shopkeeper for a while, going there whether you needed supplies or not. You were ashamed to say that your kitchen was filled with unused potatoes but you couldn’t help it when he gazed at you with such soft, gullible eyes. You were also glad to see that he was finally over that manipulative wench Victoria.

But of course due to your excitement you forgot one very important thing to bring to your date.

A coat.

You smiled and nodded constantly as Tristan went on and on about something that had happened earlier today. And even though you loved listening to him– Man, you were cold. Hugging yourself in a desperate matter, you tried hard not to let him see the miserable state you were in. You didn’t want your first date with him to be ruined. While you were deep in thought, you felt something warm being draped over your shoulders. Eyes widening, you stared up to Tristan, who was smiling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, his upper body now coat-less.

"Take my coat, I don't want you catching a cold."

You blinked a couple of times before you truly understood what he had done, he gave you his jacket. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, stopping in your tracks, you watched as he gazed at you with utter confusion in his face. You took a step closer to him, hugging the jacket as you grinned at him.

“This isn’t the only way to warm up,”

Before he could answer, you closed the distance and placed a quick, soft kiss. After pulling away, you continued to walk without saying a word. You heard Tristan calling out to you while he trailed behind.

“Are you sure I can’t warm you up some more?”

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hart269 · 2 years

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Charlie Cox Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Matt Murdock

Series -

Velnias

Oneshots -

His Saving Grace (Earth-65)

A dreary night

A savoury moment

Ready for Work

Partners in Vigilantism / Partners in Life

An Enchanting Voice

As I Perish

Casualties

Irked

You are Evil

Headcanons -

Matt Murdock x teen!vigilante reader (platonic)

Tristan Thorn

A Timorous Task

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why-do-i-breath · 2 years

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Why-do-i-breathe's master list

Requests = open

Matt Murdock

* to be added

*Happy birthday 🎂

OWEN SLEATER

* the party

* to be added

Tristan Thorn

* The Everlasting Petal

*stargazers

*to be added

Morpheus

*A Parents worry

* to be added

The Corinthian

*to be added

The kind monster

Michael kinsella

*to be added

* cuddle time#

Peter parker

*to be added

A spiders hug

Foggy Nelson<3

*to be added

Frank castle

*to be added

Love where the devil doesn't want it

Henry ( eat locals)

* to be added

( I can't add more GIFs)

More characters are

tom riddle

To be added

Toms obsession

Fred Weasley

To be added

James Potter (young)

To be added

Sirius black (young)

To be added

Remus lupin (young)

Remus being Remus

To be added

The outsiders

Sodapop

How to heal the hurting

Darry

Dallas

two bit

Steve

Pony boy

Jonny

And you can request any other characters and I'll learn what I can about them.

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peterman-spideyparker · 10 months

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Horses and Zebras (College!Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I wrote this a bit ago with the intention of having this be smutty, but what I was coming up with just didn’t feel right, so I pivoted and turned it into this. I wanted to use a gif of college Matt but this one popped up, and I will never not use a gif of Tristan Thorn if given the chance and I’m also sorry for the sucky title. It might have a second part, but that’s TBD. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You’re in the medical program at Columbia, but you have some space in your schedule to take an elective, so you opt for a health policy and law class. What you don’t expect is meeting a handsome, blind law student.

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, medical jargon, angst (mentions of death, medical diseases), swearing

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 2,184

“Is this seat taken?” you hear a smooth, deep voice ask to your right as you take out your notebook and pencil case.

“It’s up for grabs,” you say with a smile as you turn to look at the asker. You feel your cheeks burn hot when you see the handsome man with brown hair, navy sweater, and sunglasses standing with a soft smile. He shifts the cane in his hands as he puts his bag down and begins unpacking his things. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Matt,” he returns as he settles. “Are you a 2L or a 3L?”

“I’m actually a med student—year and a half left.”

His thick eyebrows scrunch and his lips turn into a confused frown. “They’re letting a med student take a law class?”

“Well, it’s a health law and policy class. I’ve taken some summer courses to get ahead, and my advisor vouched for me. I figured if I’m going to be a doctor, I should try to help them and advocate for them as much as I can. Even if I know a little of it, I hope it would be a big help for some patients.”

“Wow,” he says softly. “You don’t really meet people that think like that.”

“Tell me about it. There’s this guy in my class, right? Stephen. He’s thinks he’s a real hot-shot surgical godsend, when really he’s just an egomaniac that always has to be the one holding the knife.”

“Sounds like a real dick,” he says with a sympathetic pout.

“There’s always people like that in any profession, I guess. Any people like that come to mind in the law program? Or am I talking to one?”

“I guess it depends on who you ask.”

“Mm,” you hum with a little smirk. “Sounds like a yes for the second to me.”

Matt smiles and licks his lips. It looks like he is just about to say something else when the professor walks in with her briefcase.

“Good morning and welcome to Intro to Health Law Advocacy. Now, we will be starting with medical ethics, and from there, segue into medical malpractice—which is slightly askew from the way it’s organized in the book. If you’ll open your textbooks to chapter eight . . .”

“How are you not worried about this exam?” Matt asks, flipping through his notes on his bed, taking off his glasses and putting them to the side, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Well, so far, I’m already familiar with these things,” you sigh as you turn on the chair at his desk. “We covered them the first or second year of the med program. I really haven’t learned anything new that will help me as a doctor. This class isn’t what I thought it would be, and I’m starting to think that’s why they let a med student take a law class.”

“So, what exactly are you studying right now, then?”

“Advanced abdominal and reproductive anatomy and diseases.”

“Ew,” he grimaces.

“Eh, it’s not bad. Some of my friends and I have done the ‘What’s my disease?’ game with all the symptoms and stuff, it’s just making sure I get these muscles right.”

“How can I help?”

You lightly scoff. “Matthew, are you trying to get out of studying?”

“I would never,” he says in mock offense, a wry smirk almost immediately pulling at his lips.

“It’s good you’re practicing your lying now,” you laugh as you move to make a highlight in your notes. “You really wouldn’t want something that bad presented in court.”

“Seriously, though,” he offers after he stops laughing. “I need a bit of a study break, honestly. How can I help you?”

“You could always just sit there and tell me how pretty I am.”

“(Y/N).”

“Matt, I appreciate it, but I don’t know if you can. Unless you want to be a live model, that is.”

“How so?”

You sigh, regretting even having brought it up. “It’s one thing to read it and look at diagrams, but it’s another thing to actually do it on a person.”

“Okay. So,” Matt draws out, putting a tab in his book. “I could lie down, and you’d poke and prod and tell me what you’d feel if I was a patient with one of the things in your book?”

“Yeah, I guess. Would you be comfortable with that?”

Matt nods. “I need a break from these laws—my fingers can’t take it anymore.”

“Alright, then.”

You know to do this, Matt would have to take his shirt off, but you’re not quite prepared for when he does. You can tell that Matt is in shape just by looking at him, but seeing how sculpted he is, the defined dips and curves of his muscles on his taut and smooth skin, you’re not prepared for how your mouth waters. Laying down on the twin bed, he lifts his arms, folding his hands behind his head, resting all nonchalantly with a cocky smirk on his lips.

“You alright there, doctor?” he asks, shifting ever so slightly and making his muscles flex.

“I’m not a doctor yet, Matty,” you tell him, grabbing your notes before you get up.

“You don’t need those.”

“How do you expect me to tell you which uncommon disease that you fictionally have when I poke you in certain places? It’s not like you know the symptoms.”

“You use your memory, sweetheart, that’s how.”

Your cheeks burn hot at the nickname, but it’s enough to convince you to put down your notes.

“Okay,” you start, moving forward as you retie your ponytail. “Let me start with something easy just to get going. Appendicitis. Appendix becomes inflamed from infection and fills with pus. Pain is caused in the lower right abdomen, usually starting right around here.” You apply light pressure near his belly button on his rock hard abs. How does he have abs this great? “Pain will lessen the pressure is applied, but will get worse when my fingers get removed.” I mimic my motion with my words.

“Ow, it hurts really bad,” Matt adds for effect with a pout, making you giggle. “Doc, you gotta help me.”

“Well, you don’t have a fever,” you play along, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand. “Not nauseous, either. Could just be gas. But, if you do later on, it hurts when you cough, walk, or laugh, and the pain shifts here and your abdomen becomes rigid—,” you continue, moving your fingers lower, “—that’s then we have an issue. An ultrasound will confirm it’s an appendicitis.”

“Easy enough.” Matt’s tone is cool, but the blush on his chest, neck, and cheeks say otherwise. “What’s one of the rarer ones?”

“Well, that’d be something like Hirschsprung’s disease. It’s when there’s a lack of nerve cell bodies in part of the bowel. People are born with it, but it might not develop until later in life. Pain can present anywhere.”

“Well, that doesn’t make diagnosis sound easy.”

“It’s not as common. One of the first things you’re told is to look for horses not zebras; what someone might thinks is uncommon is actually something common presenting differently.”

“Then what happens when it’s actually uncommon?”

“People end up going to multiple doctors,” you sigh. “Or, they realize it’s uncommon when it’s too late. And the sad thing is, it happens—it happens a lot more to female patients than male patients because . . . fuck, I don’t know, people think women are weak.”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”

“Cuz I am.” You sit down on the edge of the mattress, your shoulders slumping forward as you hang your head. “One of my closest friends in high school, she was so incredibly fit and healthy, but she hadn’t been feeling right. One doctor said it was the flu, a physician’s assistant said it was PMS, another said it might be something carcinogenic. Then one day our senior year when she was at home, she just collapsed. After a week, they figured out it was a neurological disease. It ran in her family, but it hadn’t manifested in anyone. And by the end of that week, she was gone.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Matt says softly, sitting up and putting his hand on yours.

“I’m so afraid of turning into one of those doctors,” you breathe quietly. “I don’t want to worry anyone for no reason, to put them through unnecessary tests that insurance might not cover and they might not be able to afford. But I’m so worried that one day, I’m just going to convince myself that one of those zebras is a horse, and then someone else will lose their best friend.”

“We haven’t known each other for long, but I like to think that in the semester I’ve known you, I’ve gotten to know you well. So I know that when you become a doctor, you will treat every one of your patients with respect, kindness, and compassion. You’ll listen to them and their concerns, and do the absolute best to give them the care they need. If you think there’s a zebra in the room, I know you’ll trust your gut and approach it in the right way. It’s not gonna be easy, and it won’t be without its difficult times, but I have every last faith in you and your abilities.”

“I don’t think you know how much that means to me to hear,” you admit, your voice thick with emotion. “You really are going to be a great lawyer, Matt. And I’m not just saying that. A lot of the same nice things you just said about me apply to you, though. You’re kind, compassionate, and you just want to help. There’s nothing more admirable than that.”

You feel electricity move across your skin when he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. Your noses touch before you tilt your heads to the side so they slot better together, your lips millimeters apart before the door to his dorm opens.

“Guess who just got a date with Marci!” Foggy cheers triumphantly as he comes into the room, stuttering to a halt when he registers how you and Matt slide away from one another. “Sorry, I di—.”

“No—,” you start.

“Fog, we—,” Matt says over you.

“I should get going, anyways,” you say as you stand to gather your things. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Matt.”

“I’ll see you,” he says softly. “Text me when you get back to your dorm safe.”

“Will do. Night.”

As soon as you close the door to their room, you can immediately hear Foggy start profusely apologizing.

“Dude, I didn’t know! I’m so sorry—,” he starts.

“Fog, keep your voice down!” Matt hushes him urgently. “She can hear you!”

“She’s probably all the way down the hall at this point. Is that the hot med student you’ve been telling me about?”

“Fog—!”

“Don’t pull that ‘How would I know they’re hot’ shit—you always find the prettiest girls and ensnare them in your Murdock charm.”

You can’t help but giggle as you walk down the hall and start back to your place. So . . . Matt has talked about you to Foggy. You guess you can tick that off of your curiosity list. You wonder what exactly he’s told his best friend about. You’re so lost in thought and reliant on muscle memory that you don’t realize you’re back in your place until you slump your bag off your shoulders and it hits the floor. Pulling out your phone, you lean against the door and begin to text Matt.

“Your hot med student friend is safe in her dorm,” you type, grinning like an idiot as you bite your lip.

It takes him a little bit to respond.

“I’m glad,” he says with a little smiley face emoji. Another text bubbles before it disappears, reappears, and I have a new text on my screen. “I’m sorry for what Foggy said.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So you did hear it. Eavesdropper ;).”

“I heard enough of it.”

You grow nervous when he doesn’t text back right away. In an effort to shake off the discomfort at the potential crater you might just have carved into your friendship, you change into your pajamas and grab what you need to start studying for you other classes. Just as you get in the right study spot, your phone buzzes to life with a text.

“You’re not mad?” it reads.

“At you? Impossible.” Your finger hovers over the send button, wondering if it would push the envelope too much for the night, but then you remember the initial text you sent over, getting enough courage to click down on the blue circle with the arrow. “If you need me for anything, I’m just a text away.”

“Good to know. There’s no way I’m making it through this without you.”

Does . . . Does he mean the test? The class? He is too flirty for his own good. But you know one thing for sure: you have a big, fat, undeniable crush on Matt Murdock.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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Masterlist

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Rating: Explicit 18+ no minors!

Pairings include: Matt Murdock x female reader, Frank Castle x female reader, Tristan Thorne x female reader, Michael Kinsella X female reader, Bucky Barnes X female reader, Matt x Frank x female reader, Matt Murdock x Frank Castle,

Author's note: it was a wild ride writing these and it's the first time I've done a challenge like this! Fully appreciate and look forward to any comments and reblogs!

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Floor Sex - Matt x reader

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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Dream a little dream of me

Tristan Thorn x reader

Notes: This is my first time writing for Tristan. I hope I've done him justice. But when @itwasthereaminuteago sent the ask, I couldn't say no. Thank you for the ask, hun 💜

Warnings: None. Pure fluff, although there is very little spice sprinkled over it.

Days like these were your favorite. Nothing much to do, but you got to spend it with your favorite person in the whole world. Ever since childhood, you and Tristan had been inseparable, doing everything together. Even if it was something as simple as laying in the grassy fields together, watching the clouds drift by. There wasn’t always much to do in Wall, but you did quite enjoy watching the clouds, dreaming.

“Doesn’t those skies look like someone kissing?” Tristan points excitedly at another small cloud formation. You can easily see it, nodding in agreement.

“I do see it. Reminds me of a dream I had a few nights ago.” You smile at the memory, still remembering one of the best dreams you’ve ever had.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tristan look at you with a wide grin. “I also had a dream like that, but I want to hear yours first.” Teasingly, he pokes at your side. “I want to know who can make you smile like that.”

You don’t even dare answer, cause how do you even tell your best friend that it was him you dreamt about? His mouth against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands exploring parts of your body you only want him to touch. Your skirt pushed up over your hips, Tristan’s fingers traveling up your inner thigh towards-

Shaking your head, you try to seem indifferent, knowing very well how red your face must be. “It’s nothing. Tell me about your dream instead.” You smile, doing your best to lie convincingly.

“If you insist.” He frowns a bit, probably not buying your poor excuse. But he doesn’t push it, just getting more comfortable in the tall grass as he looks up at the sky. “I dreamt I kissed you. It was at the harvest dance, and we’ve had too much ale. You asked me to dance and then… I kissed you.”

”You… dreamt about kissing me?” You can barely form the words, let alone believe them. For years, you’ve had a small hope that one day Tristan would realize that Victoria didn’t care about him. Not like you did. In fact, you had been hopelessly in love with him, but he never saw it because of her. But he dreamt about kissing you, so that must surely mean something. Right?

Tristan turns to you, a small nervous smile forming on his lips, those perfect pink lips you’ve dream about kissing more times than you could count. “Yeah, okay, so what if I dreamt about kissing you?” He shrugs, pushing up onto one elbow, looking down on you, one finger swirling around in the grass. “Don’t we all do that to our best friend?”

Just when you think he can’t get any more adorable, he has to look at you like that. His beautiful hazel eyes, so innocent, so oblivious to the desire he awakens in you.

“No, Tristan.”

“No? What do you mean ’no’?” He smiles nervously, swallowing hard as you look deeply into his eyes, wondering if you should just give hell to it all and finally kiss him. There’s nothing you want more, but you’re afraid he’ll never look at you that way again. But wouldn’t you rather know now if he feels the same, than spend more years wondering?

“I mean… I’ve never dreamt about kissing Clara. Or Yvette. But…” You look away, just for a moment, trying to settle your nerves. Here goes nothing. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you too, Tristan. But not-”

You pause, feeling like you’re on fire under his gaze. Tristan gently takes your hand, the warmth of it bringing your gaze back to his. “Not what?”

“B-but not as a friend.” You breathe out, looking into his eyes as his mouth drops open. He just stares at you, unable to form any words. Maybe he’s shocked, maybe he just doesn’t know how to tell you he doesn’t feel the same. But before he can regain his thoughts, your hand flies up to cup his cheek gently. “I think… I know… that I’m in love with you.”

When he still doesn’t answer, you fear you blew it all. But all you can think about is blurting it all out, getting it all on the table.

“You don’t have to say anything. Or even feel the same way. I know you’ve always been in love with Victoria, but she really isn’t good for you.” You ramble, unable to stop again, too mortified in yourself to even look at Tristan. “You deserve someone good. Someone who loves you. Not someone who just-”

His lips on yours stop you. It must be a dream, but it’s not. Tristan is hovering over you ever so slightly, one hand cupping your cheek so gently almost as if he fears you might break. His hazel eyes find yours and in that moment, it is as if time stands still.

“Truth is” He finally speaks, smiling nervously as he tries to find the right words. “It’s always been you. For as long as I can remember, it was you in my dreams.”

“But… Victoria?”

“Let’s be honest. Your father has never been fond of me, knowing you deserved better. And…” He pauses, stopping you gently when you move to make a rebuttal. “I always knew you were too good for this place. That you’d leave Wall one day. You’re destined for more and I won’t be the reason that-”

This time is you stopping his ramble with a kiss. This one deeper and more passionate than the first. Timidly, his hand moved to your waist pulling you a little closer. It’s not much, but the feeling of his body against yours make you feel on fire, every part of you screaming for more. Just as you move to deepen the kiss, Tristan pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Trust me, love, there’s nothing I want more than…” He stops, grinning from ear to ear. “But I won’t give your father another reason to dislike me. Let’s do this right. I… I wanna court you. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

With tears swelling in your eyes, you giggle, still unable to believe this isn’t a dream. “There’s nothing I want more.” Peppering him with soft kisses to his cheeks and lips, you feel happier than you’ve felt your whole life. Sometimes dreams do come true.

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ladyjuquia · 3 months

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!! Yumeshipping/OC x Canon Post !!

Tristan & Juquia - Their Flowers and their Meaning (in their relationship)

Tristan and Juquias Flowers are pretty basic with Tristan having the red Rose and Juquia the Daisy. But besides that it fits for both of them, not only in meaning but appearance, I also think the way how humble and „basic“ it is, it reflect their relationship very well.

Tristans Flower - A Red Rose, who is more dark and has slight dark tips

Tristan, a man marked by passion and love from his past, is actually someone so beautiful you don’t want to just approach him. You maybe even simply can’t. The thorns symbolise his own isolation on that as well. He is a dark red rose as he is not only known for love and passion, but the dark red rose stands for itself for Loyalty and eternal Beauty. While Fate goes more with the depiction that Tristan betrayed one Isolde, I think it signalised more that he was loyal in another way - Thought the Tristan of my Story is more Gottfried von Straßburg based which works more with the theme of Loyalty, especially for Tristan. The black tips here stand rather for Tristans condition being trapped in insecurities, anxiety and depression. Something that might make his beauty faint a bit.

This paired with the fact roses start blooming in Mai, a reference to the Maifest where his parents met each other and fell in love, the start of their romance and the very core beginning of Tristans existence with them making love later which leads to pregnancy with roses also having their main blooming time during June and July, with June being also the release month of the Tristan and Isolde Opera. Also Juquia has her Birthday in July, once could say he blooms the strongest for her.

Also a fun fact, in my language I often say „Tristannuss“ meaning „Tristan-Nut“ coming from Drystanus/Drustanus - Funnily the Rose fruits, the Hagebutte, belong to the family of nuts haha.

Juquias Flower - The Daisy, one with pink/bright red tips

Juquia is the Daisy. Nothing special. At least at first. Daisies are one of the most seen flowers, people often call it „the Persistent/the Persevering“ with Juquia being always there, even with the curse, no especially because of the curse that won’t let her just die. She stays alive for as long as possible. Juquia is someone who gained a strong healing power, funnily the Daisies are also said to be having strong regeneration powers and being used for healing.

While Daisies also can stand for innocence and being pure, which would fit to Juquias core, it also can stand for being humble and trust. Coming to Juquias Wish of just having one person on her life she can trust and who likes her for who she is and who can stay at her side, plus the trust she did put in the world especially the clock tower it makes sense, even if she seems pessimistic at core. In some terms the Daisy can also stand for beauty. A persistent beauty. This is something rather how Tristan is perceiving her. Juquia sees herself rather as small, not special and not noticeable and easily replaceable. When a daisy is used as Fortune Teller, for the petal Game, Juquia sees herself as always the bad outcome with her curse bringing bad luck to the people around her. But it also contains her inner fear of in the end being just used, when bringing good fortune, being robbed of everything that makes her whole to be thrown away afterwards. So she is alright with not being noticeable.

The pink tips stand for Juquia still being a romantic person who yearns for companionship, who daydreams about happiness and love in its purest form. And especially with Tristan she let this love in her life.

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In the core, both are more seen as basic flower. Nothing special. And probably that is what TrisQuia is. Nothing special at core but them embracing this normality makes it beautiful, like the flowers they represent. Tristan and Juquia are both tied together trough a very humble wish - to find someone who found completely understand them. They didn’t even wished for a Lover, but for someone to trust. For someone where they can be themselves without worrying to lose this happiness in an instant.

And while both flowers represent their „ugly“ parts it also shows their simple beauty. Especially for each other.

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inlocusmads · 10 months

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music for the lost (and found) ~ trystan x nora

Trystan is stubborn enough to get stabbed for her. Nora is not doing okay. A cold dinner is caught in the middle of their scuffle. (crimes, book 1, chapter 14)

banner art: tristan and isolde by john duncan 1912

wc: 2.9k, teen and up, hurt/comfort, mostly a lot of comfort. I tried my best lol.

Written for @choicesjunechallenge, Prompts: "Romance" and "Long Nights"

link to nora x trystan (crimes) masterlist

A bottle of Sauvignon Blanc rested on the table, as Trystan finished plating the pasta. It was a Drakovian recipe, with a complimentary bowl of salad as a side.

Trystan was quite proud of himself for being able to cook without his stab wound holding him back. It felt nice to create new things, even if it meant following a recipe from a ridiculously large book written in Cyrillic script.

However he would be delusional if he said the wound didn't hurt. It sent waves of pain through his spine, numb with the bandages tight across his stomach. Perhaps it was a bad idea, in hindsight because the Detective would most likely be angry. He was certain she'd be here within a few minutes, taser in hand, a twisted expression on her face and a practised lecture in mind.

"Ngh--" he groaned, as another wave of pain coursed through him. Desperate, he finished his drink; a little loopy in the head but coherent enough to notice the things meddling about in his heart. Even though he was tempted to sleep, he made sure he was well awake to thank his Detective in person, as it was the only right thing to do.

The way she held him, pressing her jacket to his wound to stop the blood - it was the first time he'd seen fear in someone. It was the kind of fear that was so deathly, that it would've made thunder. It was that heavy sort of fear, that perhaps, a young teenage boy might have, hiding under the bed away from his mother. It was that fear that made you go numb, after seeing your father bleeding out of his chest and that, no matter how hard you scream, he'd never come back.

Trystan had never had someone like that, which made it so new. So different. So wonderful.

What Trystan saw in Nora wasn't the fear that he'd die in her arms. He saw her try. He saw her desperately pump out the hope in a hopeless situation, hold onto her faith in a situation where it wasn't upto faith to decide, sweat and tears pouring down her face and down her chin, as she wrapped her blazer around his stomach; a deep pool of blood sopping her favourite item of clothing.

He saw her try. The desperation in her heart. The unwavering willingness in her soul. The fact that she was more concerned about him than the killer getting away. The fact that anyone at all, in the whole wide world, had ever made Trystan Thorne a priority.

Trystan clutched his side in agony, when he heard the door click open.

"What in the hell is going on here? Where are your bags?"

"Bags?"

"Isn't that the plan?" Nora blinked. "I kick your ass and drag it back to the hospital?"

Trystan stood up, as he refilled the glasses with more white wine.

"Not before some wining and dining, no." he draped one leg over the other, sitting comfortably in his plush chair, groaning a little. Trystan had a grin on his face, but with so much gratitude that he couldn't properly translate it into a smile. "It is a thank you for last night."

It was particularly courageous of him to do that because he knew the Detective might do a far more successful job of murdering him than the masked assailant would ever dream of doing.

"Consider this a thank you for staying by my side-- nghhh--"

"This is sweet."

"Really? I made it myself!" he said, jaded. "I shall admit the the orecchiette is a rather tricky pasta to cook with, but --"

"No I meant it is awfully sweet of you to think I'm not gonna kick you back into the car. It's only a stab wound after all, yeah? Come on. Where do you have your clothes?"

"In such a rush." he rolled his eyes. "They are in the laundry, by the way. Good luck sticking your hand into a running machine."

"Fine." she rolled up her sleeves. "We'll go without a bag."

"I can take care of myself, Detec-- argh--" Trystan groaned, as he sat down at the dining table, holding his side. "I actually can. Drakovians have a lot of strength -"

"Trystan." Nora looked at him square in the eye. "You are bleeding."

It was then the Prince really noticed Nora's scar; right across her eye, running all the way from the top of her forehead to her cheek, cutting coarsely through her eyelid. It was then he truly realised that maybe, he should've informed her before he kicked off his hospital shoes, changed into more comfortable clothes and marched out of the hospital with at least a dozen doctors yelling after him.

"You are injured." she continued.

"I'm not."

"You are hurt and you're bleeding and you need-"

"What part of I can take care of myself do you not understand, Detective? Nothing can ever possibly go -- what? You think I will die? Well, I am not dead!" Trystan extended his arms, as if to say, huzzah. "I even had time to put together this wonderful dinner, which is getting cold by the way and we really should--"

"No. You're coming with me." Nora demanded. She held onto Trystan's arm. "Cooperate, for God's sake! This isn't a goddamn Clint Eastwood movie!"

"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, no, Detective, you do not understand! I would have done it a thousand times and a thousand more if it means you were safe! It was never about the heroics at all! Do you see?" - he pointed at his torso, with red streaks all over.

"You're literally proving-"

"I have my own reservations against hospital food-"

"Stop flirting with me and get help before you bleed to death!"

"I am perfectly fine!" Trystan said, swallowing his pain as he grabbed a fencing sword. "See? Come on. Let me prove it."

"I'm not fighting you. You're injured, you're -"

"I am perfectly fine, Nora. Look at me. Never felt more alive in these many years! I've endured several greater pains and this is merely a little dent. A scratch. The only downside is, I have got a nasty scar, which will not go away with soap. A bummer, but I can live with it and-"

Had Trystan been a little more vigilant, he'd have expected Nora's attack. Clearly his Spear of Potential techniques required a bit more polishing. The Detective had knocked his fencing pole clean off his hands with a fencing pole of her own, that she'd found lying near the coffee table. Trystan charged forth, pelted with buckets of energy but he still was very weak. Nora didn't even have to put up a strong fight.

As Trystan charged forth, attempting to steal the fencing sword and disarm her, Nora threw the pole far out of his reach. She placed two strong hands on each of his shoulders, resisting his strength with her biceps.

Quickly, she made sure to push him into the couch, as gently as she could and ran back to grab Trystan's fallen fencing pole before he could retaliate. Nora pointed the end of the sword at his neck.

"Okay. Think we proved our points here. We'll figure out your hospital supplies in the car. I'll get them from-"

"Think again, Detective!" Trystan lunged forth. He held onto the other end of the fencing sword and grasped it free out of Nora's strong arms. He tossed it off and when she reached in for her backup weapon, hidden away in her coat, he pulled her into the couch - as a last resort.

Their breaths grew quicker and sharper, as the two wrestled with the other to cooperate.

"Stop-- ugh-- fighting!" Nora pinned his arms to the couch, her eyes a blink short of a hateful glare. Trystan took long breaths, erupting into a short coughing fit. He sat up, massaging his stomach, as he continued to take ratched swallows of air.

Her voice changed within seconds.

"Are you okay? I am -- so very sorry-- hold on - let me help you-" Nora pulled him into a more comfortable position, something he couldn't do and he let out a painful groan. "Are you all right?"

"I -- I--" Trystan took a deep breath. "To tell you the truth, it is a bit -- numbing, shall we say, but please, I do not want you to fuss over me. I am -- fine-- Detective, you do not have to worry about me, you see--"

Nora looked unsure. She was also at the brink of bursting into tears which was also something Trystan had never seen Nora do. Now she couldn't utter without croaking, the tears holding her back from forming a sentence.

Trystan couldn't understand it. She had no reason to care.

"Nora?"

The tone was kind, gentle. Understanding. He could see the visceral battle she was fighting from within; the guilt weighing her down. Nora finally looked up, an expression almost unreadable.

For a long moment, they sat in silence; the rapid exhales being the only thing keeping the wordless conversation afloat. Trystan was too numb to respond. One could say he was even starstruck - an extreme form of surprise where his head would no longer be capable of making rational decisions or thoughts.

It was sort of like a computer typing "goose, goose, goose, goose, goose" over and over again, until the word goose loses its meaning. The same way, Trystan, still under the effects of the medicines they gave him and the delirium from cooking could only think about the Detective.

Except the more he thought about her, the more he was convinced it was all a dream.

Nora swallowed with great difficulty. With her trembling hands and the worry slowly bleeding into her actions, she held Trystan's face, almost as if she was examining him for any cuts and injuries. Trystan was starstruck by the gesture and only moved closer, his heart reaching exorbitant amounts of beats per second. It was a phenomenon when two people took the littlest bit of interest in each other; when time grew all slow and mellow and worries became tenfold.

So did the happiness.

To Nora, it was the happiness of knowing he was okay.

She felt his face, holding it as if she was holding up the entire world in her palm. She gave him a weak smile, almost strained and it was then did he truly realise how much pain and suffering she'd gone through; holding him in the damp dungeon, not knowing what their future would look like.

Trystan had never thought of death before, didn't fear it and didn't care for it, because he'd believed everyone who'd told him that.

But now, he was scared. He was truly scared. Trystan was scared of letting go.

And then, time stopped. Their breaths drew in slower and slower, as their faces perhaps, inches away from either being a moment to remember by, or a terrible mistake to erase.

Trystan noticed there was a rather nasty cut on Nora's arm, possibly from the knife fight. It was bandaged, along with a similar cut on the palm of her hand. He took her hands in his; not knowing whether he was supposed to offer comfort or receive comfort in what might be the longest moments of their lives.

"I thought you died." she said, shaking her head, not meeting his eyes.

"It was not my intention to worry you, Detective."

"You did a great job at precisely that."

"I'm all right. See? Look at me. I am doing all right, am I? Made the pasta and everything. It is really hard to cook something and resist the urge to set the kitchen on fire but I did anyway." Trystan chuckled.

"It's my--"

"It is not your fault."

"It's my job to worry about you. And it was my responsibility to keep you safe."

"No, Detective, we are not going down this route. It was not your fault. I would do it over and over again, if it means I can save you."

A pause. Nora regained her composure, forcibly sealing her tear ducts from within.

"You don't have to do that. I can take care of myself. It's my job to protect you in the first place. You're my client, Trystan. And -- it's so goddamn difficult when I can't do anything to stop it. You're going to keep doing it over and over again, they'll keep targeting me and -- I can't handle this."

"Nora."

"-- or even --"

"Nora. I have seen you protect yourself and the people you love time and time again--" Trystan took a pause, hoping the word "love" didn't dawn on her yet.

So he continued.

"You were one of the first people to believe me, that I didn't kill Sonja. You were the only person who stood by my side throughout this case. You listened to me, something nobody has ever done before and you fought. You fought just so I can rest easy at night, knowing Sonja's vile pathetic murderer would be locked up soon. You fought just so I'm comforted by the thought that you're there. You've always been here. And -- you have -- always -- looked out for me."

Trystan's voice softened.

"And -- you have no idea how much it means to me right now. I want to let you know how much you mean to me."

"Yeah, you couldn't have done it with a-- pff-- card or something. Had to get stabbed, huh? I need--" she paused. "I need you to be alive."

"I need you alive too! What if something happens to you?"

"I just -- it's hard, Trystan. I don't know how else to put it to you, because you're an impulse-happy person who'd do anything to protect the ones you love and I understand that, but I need you to keep safe too. I need you to follow my lead and instead of getting a knife in your -- chest the next time, just send a card, yeah?"

"That's all you need, then?"

"Yes."

"So a card. That says, Thank You Nora for so and so reason, thank you for doing this- ec ceteras."

Their faces were precisely sixteen exhales of air apart. Trystan placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling Nora's hair. She seemed to be relaxed, but there was still a sense of panic in her eyes. The same eyes that lost sleep just so he could. The same eyes that saw fire, that saw bloodied masses of corpses, that perceived all the ugly things just so Trystan could have a shot at having a closure. He didn't deserve the kindness nor the understanding. He wasn't worthy of it at all.

"Pretty much." Nora shrugged, breaking the eye contact.

"Okay, done. I will do that."

Nora chuckled dryly, breaking some of the tension. "Go get a doctor, you fool."

"Have dinner with me?" he said.

"Then will you get it checked?"

"Should I?"

"You're seriously debating about this? Again?"

He clicked his tongue. "It was worth a shot."

"Might have to heat it up again." Nora said. "The food could've gone cold."

"But should I?"

"Non negotiable."

"The thank-you card will not suffice?" he took a staggered breath. "You are quite the demanding date, Nora. What about when I said you mean so much to me?"

"Didn't work, pal. Sorry." Nora shrugged. "For the record, you mean - something to me too. Which is precisely why I want you to get better."

"Coming from you, that is practically a love confession." he rolled his eyes.

A pause.

"You know I'm on your side, right?"

"I know, I know." he stretched a little. "I like -- messing with you."

"So you tell me. All right. Come on." Nora got to her feet, lending a hand. "Let's get some food in you."

It didn't matter what home was. Home could be a nice apartment with a weapon's closet. Home could be a dusty detective agency with a wooden desk.

Home was also the warmth in their intertwined hands, the glistening in their eyes and the hope in their burdened hearts that they'd be partners till the very end.

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A/N:

Thank you so much for reading! It means a lot! I'm going to test out my new tag list now, because I accidentally ended up deleting my old one. So here goes nothing. (However you can still ask to be added!)

Tagging:

Perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam

Crimes only: @cassie-thorne @peonierose @ao719 @trappedinfanfiction @ofmischiefandmedicine @jerzwriter @fuckitweball0000

#trystan x nora #crimes of passion fic #trystan thorne x mc #w:inlocusmads

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yarrystyleeza · 3 months

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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 1 year

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‘Stardust’ gave him the space to grow

BY MARK OLSEN Los Angeles Times (X) AUG. 5, 2007

In “Stardust,” the character Tristan Thorne finds himself in the fantastic realm of Stormhold, where he must protect a star, fallen from the sky in the form of a beautiful young woman, from all manner of dangers and pitfalls, including pirates, witches and ruthless princes.

Tristan is played by Charlie Cox, 24, who found himself plunged into a leading role as a romantic foil opposite Claire Danes and alongside such mega-wattage costars as Robert De Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer. Yet before he could set off on his magical journey of Hollywood enchantment, Cox faced what turned out to be perhaps the biggest challenge of the role -- simply winning the part.

Director, producer and co-writer Matthew Vaughn first saw Cox on an audition tape the actor had done for another project and didn’t think he fit the part of Thorne. Vaughn, already having seen hundreds of actors for Tristan, eventually gave in to the casting director and agreed to meet Cox. As soon as the young actor entered the room Vaughn knew he’d found his Tristan.

Almost.

As so much of the story revolves around the burgeoning romance between Tristan, a shop boy yearning for a life of adventure, and Yvaine, the fallen star, Vaughn couldn’t fully commit to Cox until he found his leading lady as well.

“The whole point was to find the couple,” explained Cox. “Matthew’s very serious about this. Chemistry on screen, you can’t act it, it’s got to just be there. So he said, ‘I can’t just cast one of you.’ ”

Vaughn knew he was asking a lot of Cox, putting him on the cusp of a big break while also potentially setting him up for a whole lot of nothing.

“I said to poor Charlie, ‘You haven’t got the part until I find Yvaine,’ ” recalled Vaughn, “because it’s about having the right chemistry. I might find an Yvaine and suddenly you’re not right. So I said, ‘You’re going to have to bear with me for a bit.’ And so every time we auditioned the girl, they auditioned with Charlie.”

“Stardust,” based on the book by Neil Gaiman and co-written by Jane Goldman, has a very specific tone and feel, something like a pop-up storybook come to life. Along their way Tristan and Yvaine must fight off a witch who wants to cut out Yvaine’s heart for everlasting life, a set of princes scheming after the jewel around her neck to ascend to the throne of Stormhold, and assorted other extraordinary perils. Grounding this all is the rather sweet, slightly screwball relationship that emerges between Tristan and Yvaine.

As Tristan, Cox somehow manages to walk a tightrope between matinee-idol dashing and puckish whimsy, as the film veers from a childlike innocence to an absurdist, Candide-style picaresque. He largely functions as the audience’s emissary to a world of magic and wonder, where anything might and does happen.

As the story progresses, his character evolves from sweet, simple bumbler to swashbuckling adventure hero. The lack of baggage viewers have toward Cox from previous roles is part of what helps to make his transformation convincing.

“That’s why I wanted an unknown,” said Vaughn. “You genuinely see him grow in front of you without realizing it. If it’s Orlando Bloom all geeked up, you know he’s going to take off his glasses and get a new haircut -- ‘Hey, I’m Orlando, the hero.’

“A lot of people could play the nerd part well, the awkward teen, but couldn’t play the hero. And a lot of people could play the hero well but couldn’t do the nerdy guy.”

A stepped-up challenge

Cox, a London native, dropped out of drama school when he was cast in a small role in “The Merchant of Venice” starring Al Pacino. He would then land a supporting role as the brother of Sienna Miller (a “Stardust” costar) in “Casanova.”

None of his experiences quite prepared him for the physical and emotional challenges of playing the lead in a film such as “Stardust,” where suddenly he was working nearly every single day for four months and sharing major screen time with major stars.

“It really helped my character,” said Cox of his own amazement and bewilderment at finding himself with such a plum role. “In the same way that Tristan is in the story, I’m entering uncharted territory. Every day is something I’ve not experienced before. When I think back on my experiences on the film, and even to some extent doing this stuff” -- and with this he casts both hands around the plush hotel suite in which he is sitting, acknowledging the catered lunch, the inquiring journalist and the small cabal of handlers in the next room -- “I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, a bit like a rabbit in the headlights and trying to keep myself together.”

At the recent Los Angeles premiere of “Stardust,” Cox looked dorkily dapper in a three-piece suit and cheerfully posed for photos with all of his costars. He worked his way down to the farthest reaches of the press line, daring to go where bold-faced names rarely do. He needed to be frequently prodded along by a minder, having not yet mastered the tricky maneuver of the polite but definitive disengagement.

As he entered the lobby of the theater he was greeted by a coterie of the well-wishers and glad-handers who attend such events. Soon after, De Niro and Pfeiffer entered through the same doors and Cox was suddenly swept aside by a celebrity undertow, momentarily lost as the crowd rolled toward his costars.

The Hollywood pecking order has a way of constantly reminding who fits where, but for now Cox is more than happy with what “Stardust” has done for him.

“I know people complain about it, ‘Oh, this junket’s a lot of work,’ ” he said earlier. “But right now, this is what you work toward. I’ve done films where I would have loved to have been asked what it was like to do the movie, how I got the role or how I feel about this business, but I’ve just not been significant enough.”

#well they certainly got the chemistry right 🥰💞#charlie cox #tristan thorn #stardust 2007 #matthew vaughn #interview #article #baby charlie

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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happy end of april, loves! never done one of these before but since I read a lot of fanfic this month I decided to show some appreciation <333 and hopefully I'll be able to do this every month !

please heed the warnings before you consume any of the content below and be sure to show some well deserved love by commenting and/or reblogging!

MOON KNIGHT

Condemnation in Disguise by @inklore (marc spector)

A little bit of a mystery by @scandalous-chaos (steven grant)

Torn Together by @inklore (marc spector)

A Handy Gift by @saintlike78 (steven grant)

A Night To Remember by @leydileyla (Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly, Steven Grant )

Better by @writingdumpster (marc spector, steven grant)

Ceremony and Devotion by @rosemaremembrance [steven grant, marc spector, khonshu]

Venus, Planet of Love by @peterthepark (steven grant)

Put You to Sleep by @wint3r-h3art (marc spector)

Where Lust Ends, and Love Begins by @inklore (marc spector, steven grant)

Words Left In Silence by @leydileyla (steven grant)

In You I Find Solace by @cunaeparker (steven grant)

MATT MURDOCK

In the details by @catholicdaredevil & @someplace-darker (matt murdock x foggy nelson)

A Formal Apology by @someplace-darker

The Devil May Cry by @wint3r-h3art

NS.FW alphabet by @mindidjarin

I Met My Love Before I Was Born by @fluffyprettykitty

Making Love With The Devil Hurts by @waspswidows

Let Me Hear You by @waspswidows

PETER PARKER

Good morning, Mr. Parker by @spidervee [series | tasm!peter parker]

Unravelled by @spidervee (tasm!peter)

Ridiculous by @peterthepark (tasm!peter)

That Unwanted Animal by @spidervee (tasm!peter)

Hide and Seek by @softtdaisy (tasm!peter)

Wolf Teeth by @refairy (tom!peter parker)

And You Need to Know by @inklore (tasm!peter parker)

Maybe I'm Afraid by @softtdaisy (tasm!peter parker)

KIN AMC

Incipient Love by @murdocksluvrr (michael kinsella)

Remind You by @sobachka-korol (michael kinsella)

So Long As I Breathe by @sobachka-korol (michael kinsella)

Exposure by @daredeviledegghead (michael kinsella)

TRISTAN THORN

Constellations of Love by @murdocksluvrr

STEVE ROGERS

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic

BRIDGERTON

Please by @leydileyla (benedict bridgerton)

You Know Lying Is A Sin? by @saintlike78 (benedict bridgerton)

As Poets Do by @scandalous-chaos (benedict bridgerton)

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hart269 · 2 years

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A Timorous Task

(Oneshot)

Pairing : Tristan thorn x fem!reader

Summary : Asking someone on a date can be very nerve-wracking.

A/N : Please do not repost or translate my fics in any platform without my permission. Thank you for reading this. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Support me buying me a Ko-fi.

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Y/N was very concentrated on arranging the cakes on the shelf before arranging the muffins on the counter in display. She worked at the local bakery where she was the cashier and sometimes baked goods.

She was deep in thought when suddenly she heard a low voice near her, "Hello, Y/N?"

She jumped a little and looked up staring at warm brown eyes which connected to a very flustered and adorable face. She hadn't heard the doorbell so she was quiet in shock.

Her wildly beating heart skipped a beat staring at the familiar face of no one other than Tristan Thorn. He visited quite often to buy bread and they talked a little everytime.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he apologized.

"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention. The usual?" she questioned smiling a bit.

"Yes" Tristan was quite a bit flustered staring at her, he always tried to find an excuse to visit the bakery when it was her shift.

They had talked a few times and he wanted to ask her on a date but chickened out every time, but he decided he was gonna do it now.

"Y/n"

"Yes" she looked directly at him smiling a sweet smile.

"Would you" his nerves were skyrocketing now.

"Yes" she encouraged him to complete the sentence.

"Would you mind ..giving me a muffin too?" he said pointing at the muffin"

"Sure" she replied. And he couldn't do it, saying his goodbyes to her he went out kicking himself for not asking her out.

It happened again, Y/N wasn't at the shift that time, Tristan was dejected not seeing her, a frown blooming on his face, which her co-workwer noticed, she knew about both of their silly crush which resulted in lots of teasing.

"She is in the back taking out some stuff" she smirked at him looking at his wandering eyes.

"I just wanted my order" he tried to act normal.

"Sure, i'll call her" she said anyway, which made him let out a sigh of relief.

While her co-worker just went inside and yelled, "Y/N, loverboy is here, I'm doing the inside job, deal with him"

Hearing that Y/N quickly went outside greeting him, "Tristan, you called for me"

"Yes, I did because you.. you know my order perfectly" he stammered.

"But you could have just said that to her" she said pointing behind her.

"Yes, but I wanted you...because you are a lot nicer than her"

"Oh, Thanks" she quietly said before packing his order.

Taking it, he looked at her before asking, "Y/N"

"Yes"

"Bye" he awkwardly waved at her.

"Bye, take care" she waved back.

"Will do" he sighed, another chance gone, maybe the next time.

This went on for a few days, Y/N also very much liked Tristan and was trying to figure out whether he liked her or not considering he sometimes acted weird around her.

One day she had gone out to get some fruits for the bakery when she bumped into Tristan.

"Hi Tristan"

"Y/N" he breathed.

"Where are you going in a hurry" she asked.

"Oh, nowhere, where are you going"

"Oh we had a order for fruit cake so i had to go shopping" she said looking at the basket.

Tristan's eyes shifted to the basket, "That looks heavy I can carry them for you"

"No, it's fine" she declined him.

"I insist" he said, she handed the basket to him honestly relieved from carrying the basket all the way back.

They kept walking the rest of the way laughing and talking about everything.

There were about to reach, and this was the perfect time.

"Would you go out with me" she suddenly said.

"What no" Tristan exclaimed

"Oh, that's fine" she said with a sad smile.

Realizing what he said he backtracked, "No, no, what I mean is Yes, I said no because I wanted to ask that and then you did so I panicked" he rambled.

"Yes, I would love to go out with you" he said that in a much calmer voice now.

"That's great" she sighed relieved she wasn't rejected.

"Your basket" he said handing over the basket.

"Thanks, see you later" she farewelled.

"No problem, later" he said kissing her cheek, which made her stumble back in shock making him chuckle.

Y/N was flustered as she returned getting to work which her co-worker noticed and teased her. Brushing her off she went back to work while staring at the window seeing Tristan sprint away.

Tristan went back running considering he had work he postponed to spend time with her, he was definitely gonna be in trouble but it was going to worth it.

#Stardust #tristan thorn #tristan thorn x reader #Tristan Thorn oneshot #tristan thorn imagine #charlie cox #charlie cox x reader

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cellophaine · 1 year

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Hello friends! I'm here with a little update – fics mostly.

In the month of November, I will upload fics responding to the requests I have in my ask box, which are:

Matt x vigilante!F!Reader, enemies to lovers.

Matt x Foggy's younger sister!Reader, featuring lots of flirting and a protective Foggy.

Matt x F!Reader smut, face riding.

Professor!Matt x student!Reader, fluff and a little slow-burn.

Matt and Reader's cat, headcanon.

To those who sent me these requests (if you're still here), I'm very sorry for taking so long to get to them. I have no excuse, but it is not my intention to make you wait so long.

I planned to have my Tristan Thorn mini-series out in November, but the writer's block hit really hard this time. It went on for most of October, and I'm only easing back into the cycle of planning and writing stuff in the past few days. I've been feeling so stressed lately with life and such, and I can't sleep.

So the Tristan Thron series will be out in December if my brain decides to go back to work like normal lol.

#finger crossed #i really want to get it done this year because it was on my resolution list for 2022 #cellophaine updates

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soridwritierlovesculture · 2 months

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CONTENTS-one shot, childhood friends to lovers, vampire x human (both over 18yrs of age), smut, mentions of blood

Helena stilled, the door closing behind her.

“Tristan? What are you…how did you get up here?”

“…The window was open.”

“You climbed up that tree again,” she said with a sigh, “honestly what is wrong with you? You realize it’s very late now right? What if the guards mistook you for a prowler or something?”

Tristan chuckled as he stepped further in and she removed her cloak to reveal her simple white night dress. Her copper hair was damp from her bath still, and Helena swatted his hand away when he reached out to let one of her curls coil around his finger.

“This is inappropriate Tristan Deritor.”

“I agree.”

“Then leave.”

“You know something Helena,” Tristan said as he pulled her down to sit beside him on her bed, “even when we were kids, you always had, such an interesting smell.”

Helena gritted her teeth and swatted at him again, but this time Tristan caught her by the wrist. His eyes gleamed red as he pressed the inside of her wrist to his lips, and when he took a deep breath Helena felt a chill run through her as a choked grunt sounded from his throat.

“You said you’d never drink.”

“No, I said I’d never lose myself in the drink. Both, however, seem to be quite impossible now.”

“At least tell me why.”

“Because I crave you more than anyone I’ve known, more than ever before. I dream of your copper hair and forest eyes, of the light dusting of specks all over your skin, of how warm you feel next to me. I wonder about your tenaciousness, your cutting and glib remarks, your thirst for adventure and romance, your fascination with things you could never hope to understand. And I thirst. I’ve been so terribly thirsty for so long, I can feel my blood burning within me, and it’s all for you.”

Tristan bit into the space on her wrist he’d kissed and wrapped an arm around her waist when she jolted to hold her in place. Helena whimpered as he drank from her, a trickle of blood escaping his lips and lazily rolling down her arm, and Tristan stopped sucking her wound to lick it up, dragging his tongue up it’s trail before licking over where his fangs had punctured her flesh. Helena tore her wrist from him and slapped him, hard, and Tristan let his head roll back before gazing down at her. That taste…he’d had it once, by accident, when they were young. She’d scrapped herself climbing through a rosebush while playing, and he’d ‘kissed them better’ for her while she held back tears and pulled the thorns from her arms.

“Your blood is of the finest quality, Helena Faizre, and your scent a beacon to those most unworthy of it.”

“I always told you to ask.”

Tristan stiffened as angry tears welled in the corner of her eyes.

“What?”

“I always said, ask and if I’m ready, I’ll help you get whatever you wanted. We’ve been friends forever, and you couldn’t just ask for a vial or something? You had to break into my room in the middle of the night on the eve of my late fathers funeral?”

“A vial,” Tristan said, his voice thick as it rumbled from his chest, “would not have been enough. I have wanted to consume you, all of you, for years. I thought if I did though, I’d make a mistake, one that would cost me you, and your father… Teacher has been my sobering rock since forever. I don’t have him anymore, but I do have you. And I want to do what I never could before, and keep you under my skin. Will you give me you if I but ask, Helena?”

“…For tonight.”

“…Helena.”

“You may have me for tonight, and then you will go away. Go away and stay out of my sight, until I feel like I can be near you again.”

Tristan almost said no. He almost apologized for his selfishness and left her then and there, he almost did the right thing. But then he swallowed, and the taste of her on his tongue was a vice on his mind.

“Yes,” he said, and Helena gasped as he pushed her back, climbed stop her, and ripped the top of her night dress in one fell swoop. The topmost buttons scattered as they popped clean off, and Tristan buried me hand in her hair and the other between her legs as he pulled her head to the side to expose her throat and bit down hard. The sound she made when his finger rubbed her entrance through her undergarments as he drank, the way her thighs tightened around him when he pressed his hips in and tugged on her hair, the warmth of her pussy on his fingers and hands on his arms and blood in his throat.

“Tristan,” she breathed out, and the groan from his throat was tortured and hungry. She felt so good, TASTED so, so good, and he released her neck to kiss her lips as he pushed her undergarments out of the way and slid a finger inside, swallowing the moan she let out and letting his fangs break the skin of her lip to drink from there too. It was warm and wet inside her, and so small for a moment he thought his finger would be squeezed off, and then he began moving it slowly, in and out, curling it slightly to find that sweet secret spot within her, and when he pressed it she buckled under him, her eyes wide breath short as she clamped a hand over her mouth to just barely stop the cry that welled up in her throat.

“Do it again, Helena. Let me see it one more time while I taste you.”

“Tristan. What-“

Helena swore she couldn’t breath as he moved down suddenly, his finger still inside her, and she whimpered when he slid another finger in slowly and bit the inside of her thigh. The sensation was maddening, but oh how she would cry if he stopped now. She could feel herself stretching over his fingers as they slowly picked up speed, and his breath on pussy as he drank from her was hot and unsteady. When he let go she hoped he wasn’t done, then regretted it when he spread her farther open and licked up the seam of her lower lips. There was a jolt, then Helena’s breath caught again as his tongue circled the bud under the top of seam, the one she’d toyed with on occasion but never had it felt like this. Her eyes rolled, her hips jutted against his face, and Tristan pushed another inside her, the stretch and onslaught of his tongue becoming unbearable. She knew not how she sounded, for her hearing seemed to have dulled considerably as the rising shock in her body took over her senses, and when he stopped licking her to press his thumb first in his mouth and then on the bud itself, Helena felt tears slip from her eyes as his fingers and thumb seemed to be pushing her farther than she thought possible. Tristan had moved back up her body this time to bite her tongue as it hung from her mouth, and when he kissed her again Helena cried out as something exploded with her, his fingers still pumping inside as she flailed amd jerked about under him. There were stars and spots in her vision, her body trembled and her skin was on fire, but she’d never felt more alive.

Tristan had kept one eye on the mirror not far from the bed to watch her climax, and he grunted and moaned as he felt her come apart, saw how her body moved, tasted the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her blood. Pulling his fingers out slowly as her body crumbled into the bed, still splayed it under him, Tristan brought them to his lips and sucked her juices off them, watching her breath settle and her nipples half relax. She was so soft, so warm, so wet… he brushed his fingertips over one of his bites and smirked when he felt her twitch.

“Are you greedy now, Helena? Do you now thirst for me as I do you? Greedy little Birdy, what should we do with you?

Her eyes weren’t quite focused but she did let out a breathy little chuckle, and Tristan was thirsty all over again.

“Birdy…you haven’t…called me that … in a long time.”

“No I haven’t. It felt wrong once I realized my feelings and thoughts had changed.”

“Mine… too.”

Tristan stilled, his eyes focused on a drop of blood that welled up on her lip.

“What?”

“I’ve wanted…you too. It…was wrong…but I wanted more.”

“Helena-“

“Give me more,” she said then, reaching out to him as he sat on his haunches between her legs. Her copper hair was a luscious curled stain on the sheets, her eyes were hooded and hungry, her breasts were swollen with need and her skin still had a light sheen from her sweat. She moved her hips again, just a little, and the heat of her pussy pressed against his hard on, the fabric of their clothes barely containing their arousal.

“Give your little Birdy more. I want to sing for you.”

Something snapped inside him, and Tristan stripped immediately and then tore the rest of her night dress in half, her undergarments along with them. Lifting her up so that she was straddling him, he held her as he used the cum leaking from his hard on to moisten himself as he kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck, her jaw.

“Tristen.”

“Sshh Birdy, just a little more.”

Tristan felt her grip his hair and tug, and when he put his head back she kissed him, deeply, the moan on her lips coming from deep in her chest. He moved her over his cock and teased her pussy with the head of his cock, pushing in not too far and letting it pop back out. She whined each time, the kiss turning desperate, and when she nipped his lips Tristan laughed and pushed in more, slowly, gritting his teeth as he did because fuck she was so tight. He needed to focus, to make sure she didn’t hurt too much, but she was so hot on his cock and in his hands and the thirst was worse somehow now, and so Tristan broke the kiss to simultaneously bite into her breast and push her down fully onto him. He clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the yelp she let out as he bit harder into her breast to control his own sound, and for the smallest moment they were simply there, her pained but full, him agonized but ecstatic. Then Tristan moved her legs around so she had a better sitting position and Helena hugged around his shoulders as he released her breast to drink from another part of her neck, and then he began to move. Helena felt lightheaded somehow and at first there was a burn inside from when he’d pushed all the way inside her, but now she just felt bliss. He was so deep inside her, deeper than she’d thought possible, and she could swear her hair was tingling with each long, slow thrust. His hands roamed her back, traveling to get lost in her hair, to glide up and down her spine and circle the small of her back, to squeeze and spread the cheeks of her ass, and that building shock from when he’d toyed with her resurfaced the longer they went.

Tristan savored each thrust as he drank, growing delirious on the high but trying so hard to keep his attention on her. He thought if he died buried inside her it would be without regrets, and he wanted to memorize every thing about each second as he moved. He wanted to be deeper, to permiate her very being, to own it, to hold it forever, so he could feel this for eternity. Take it, a little voice inside him said, and Tristen moved them so that she was on her stomach and he was behind her, half laying on her back as he bit into the back of her neck. His pace quickened as he buried his cock inside her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass, her blood coating his throat and spilling from his mouth, and when they climaxed together they both cried out and collapsed, Tristan letting himself drain into her as they both twitched and moaned from the ecstasy they’d shared. When he did pull himself from her, Tristan watched the blood from her ruined purity mix with his seed a moment before using a clean bit of the sheets to wipe her up, and the two of them curled up into each other and slept.

In the morning, when Helena awoke naked and alone, she looked out her open window just as a bird flew in with a paper tied to itself.

It read, ‘I will always be near you, Birdy. I refuse to be anywhere else.”

#vampire #smut #childhood friends to lovers #medeival #tw blood #oneshot

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