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[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

"No, stay where you are. I'll bring you some coffee." (from @down-home-charm )

Fluffy sleepy prompts

Clearly that danger room session had put him throught the wringer more than he cared to admit because he didn't even remember falling asleep on the couch of the rec room. Not hard- he'd started awake as soon as he'd heard the door open, but he certainly hadn't expected to be caught off guard. Remy cleared his throat, shifting lazily as though he hadn't actually been asleep.

"Dunno why would need coffee, sha. Just was restin' m'eyes. Lot's of flashin' earlier, should start wearin' m'shades in dere." That part wasn't exactly untrue, his eyes were exceptionally sensitive but he usually just ignored that in favor of free movement (and not wearing goggles like another team member).

[krirebr]

In LBAL when Bambi starts settling and coming into the ~loving Curtis’s job of it all ~ will Curtis give her a new nickname?

Oh, I love this question! And I had some thoughts. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mob enforcer!Curtis Everett x female reader (from Luck Be a Lady)

Word Count: ~650

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

Warnings: Mob AU, references to smut, references to violence, references to criminal activity, light angst All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

You're at the club the first time it occurs to you. You've actually gotten Curtis out on the dance floor, a rare break from holding court with Andy in the VIP section. He's got a beer in one hand, the other snaked around your pelvis from behind, holding you tight as he grinds against your back. "Bambi," he growls into your ear.

You pause your movement as the thought hits you, just for a moment. Bambi. That babe in the woods. Is that really who you are anymore? You look around at the club that's become a second home, the now-familiar guards that pepper the perimeter, the VIP section up above that houses the most feared man on the coast, a man that some days you would go as far as to call a friend. You see the world so much more clearly now. You understand how it all works. The person you were the first time he called you that feels so far away.

But then Curtis's hand drifts a little lower. His grinds become a little firmer. His breathing gets a little heavier. All thoughts about anything but how his body feels against yours fly out of your head.

The next time you think of it, you're kneeling on the bathroom floor in the home you share with Curtis, bandaging up his hand as he sits on the closed toilet seat. He'd split his knuckles open on some thug's cheekbone earlier in the night. He's debriefing with Andy on speaker phone, strategizing next steps. Neither of them are concerned about how much you might overhear. Some scared little Bambi wouldn't do this, would she?

You're collapsed on the bed, Curtis breathing heavily above you, holding himself up only enough to make sure you aren't crushed, as you both come down from your orgasms. He tucks his head into your neck and breathes out, "Bambi," into your skin.

It's only because your brain hasn't fully come back online yet that you ask, "Why do you still call me that?"

He pauses his nuzzling and slowly draws back so he can look you in the eye. "Huh?"

"Bambi. Why do you–" You take a breath. You don't know why you're suddenly so emotional, but this feels important. "Is that how you still see me? You said, that first night, that I was just getting my legs under me. Haven't I done that now? Haven't I shown you? I belong here now, don't I? Haven't I proven that?"

He looks down at you, confused. "What else am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't know, my actual name, maybe?"

He immediately scowls at that and you let out an irritated huff in response. He isn't taking you seriously.

But he clearly sees your annoyance and sobers. He's quiet as he searches your face, gathers his words. "Bambi," he starts, "is what I named you. I did it to show everyone, including you, that you were mine. I did it to show you that you do belong here, with me, wherever I am. It's not something for you to outgrow, or to prove. It's my name for you, because you're mine, only mine. You'll never belong to anyone else, be called anything else. Just my Bambi. Forever."

He carefully leans down to place the gentlest kiss on your forehead, then shifts his weight onto one forearm so that he can use his other hand to stroke your cheek. The look in his eyes is so serious that you don't dare doubt him. As always, it takes your breath away. It isn't just the words he said, but the ones he didn't, too. This name, the act of giving it to you, was a promise, not just that you'd always belong to him, but that he'd belong to you, too. How could you ever want to be called something else?

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[luminartt]

HUHHHHHHHHH????

OUT OF ALL THE MONTHS, GAY MONTH IS THE LUCKIEST

SLAP ME PLS BECAUSE HUH

@/rius-cave

[kitorin]

I WANNA GET HIS NUMBER

[the-lantern]

The Lantern..

⤷ »✵⭒ Main Storyline

» The basic storyline I'm following is Fear's seven heralds (Jack, Albert, Paulo, Elsa, Julian, Lady Luck, and Chance) live underneath (or just around) the Universal Studios theme park in Fear's lantern. Occasionally, they're allowed to leave the lantern to do Adaru's bidding. Eddie lives outside the park. Singapore Icons, like Gideon, are played as their canon self’s for ex. Gideon touring the world and living in the underworld.

⤷ »✵⭒ Icons (Here are the characters I'm currently focusing on. I’m not doing any other HHN characters at this time, though more may be added over time or if you give me info on the icon you wanna see.)

⤷ »✵⭒ Sorting Tags

⤷ »✵⭒ Rules (please read before requesting

[lilybug-02]

Chara Timeline Lady is there a masterpost so I can view them somewhat in order easily?

Of course! Click Here for the Masterpost! 🥐

You can also find the link to my Masterpost pinned at the top of my blog or through my blog description. I try to keep it as neat as I can. But if y'all have ideas feel free to give me feedback.

[mail-me-a-snail]

i think one of the only things vance has actually published is a simple infographic on data port and personal link consent. by publish i mean he wrote it out on a shard in the middle of the night and anonymously sent it careening thru the net

[hella1975]

SHE’S ON THE MOVE 🫶🏼

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm still not feeling great. now one side of my face also hurts lol, it's just one thing after another, this body sucks

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

“ hold me, please. “ (from @down-home-charm )

Remy didn't question the request. It was not like Rogue to seek that much contact, let alone ask for it. If anything a demand might have been a little more in line with her character, so something had to really be bothering her.

Opening his arms, Remy pulled her in carefully, letting her hair provide enough of a barrier to safely rest his chin on her head.

"What got you outta sorts, petit?" Maybe she wouldn't answer, or brush him off, and he could handle that, was used to it, but he preferred if she would just open up a little so he could do something more. Not that he undervalued his willingness to touch her, he understood it was a big deal her even asking but it still felt like the bare minimum in his opinion.

[krirebr]

Kris!!! How does LBAL!Curtis handle you being sick? 🥺

Siri!!! Ok, I had to think about this because soft, doting caretaker isn't really how I'd ever describe this Curtis. It's just not how he is, no matter how much he genuinely cares. I'm sure he wants to help, but I don't think he has any idea how to deal with a problem he can't intimidate, beat, or kill. So you'd have to be very clear about what you need. The exact OTC meds you need. Exactly which deli has the soup that you want. The brand and kind of tea you're craving and where to find it. I think you'd only have to do this the once. He remembers everything you've said to him, so next time, he's already got it all catalogued in his mind. And either he or one of his men is going to get everything you need.

Aside from things, I think the moment you start feeling sick, he's delegating everything he can. He wants to be around for you. But since he doesn't really know what to do, I think there's probably just a lot of hovering. Which, while very sweet, can maybe sometimes be a little bit annoying. To the point where maybe you're even texting Andy "Don't you have a job you need Curtis for that'll get him out of the house for just a couple hours???" 😂

[moeblob]

Man the last few days have been stressful, have more OCs??

[pcktknife]

anxiety is so mean there was a short portion of time (like 3 days max maybe) at my job where my mouth would get really dry (and in turn so would my throat) bc I was nervous and so I would end up just trying to keep down an uncontrollable cough to the point I would start crying and my eyes would sting so I couldn't see and it always only ever happened when every customer in the state was up at the front so now I look like I'm Sick and I'm Not around all these ppl and it would be so so embarrassing I'd just end up getting even more nervous 😭

[meademalove]

Viv to start against Spurs?

Yes, and hopefully, Beth to rest. 🤞🏼❤️

[ol-jericho-styx]

*Jericho hugs his knees, back in his cell after a long day of 'performing'- aka being gawked and stared at, and for an additional fee, even poked.*

*The scarecrow found it easiest to just play along. He did not like the look in his handler's eyes, or the clubs at their sides. He didn't want to get hurt*

*Lady Luck was delighted that her newest little songbird was so good at doing what he was told. She had to thank whoever had broken him in before this.*

*The worst was when Jericho had to go up on stage to sing and perform. He was put into this frilly outfit that was way too small and itched like hell- the scarecrow was so happy to be back in his familiar jacket. And he couldn't even pick the song he could sing, one of his favorite parts of putting on a show...

*He didn't like how the audience looked at him. Usually it felt like his crowds were laughing with him when normally in life it felt like people laughed at him. But these people, who choose to stare at freaks, those they deem lesser than... They were laughing at Jericho. *

*He fiddles with his ring. Jericho's pretty sure the only reason he still has it is because no one's noticed it's real gold yet. He hugs himself closer and begins to hum to himself he had once heard at a jamboree of some kind back home.*

🎶You can't take my charm

You can't take my humor

You can't take my wealth

'Cause it's just a rumor

Nothin' you can take was ever worth keepin'

No, nothin' you can take was ever worth keepin'🎶

*Jericho whispers the lyrics as he falls asleep, curled into the corner of his cage*

[dewvorce-flowers]

∞!

Uhhh 😅

"Manche Männer lieben Männer, manche Frauen lieben Frauen, da gibt's nichts zu bedauern und nichts zu schauen, das ist genau so normal wie Kaugummi kauen doch die meisten werden sich das niemals trauen."