#I’m sorry Dutch mutuals

[sisididis]

I would like to publicly apologize for writing that Ro feels like punching something every time Ned opens his mouth.

The Netherlands has accepted Romania’s request to join Schengen. For now, Austria is the last country that needs some persuading.

[azures-bazar]

Heavenly

My god this one was a tough one ! Writing smut content in another language feels hardcore, I'm sorry if it came out disastrous. It was a serious challenge for me !

Despite being mostly inspired by Cigarette After Sex's song, I wrote all the "hot" parts while listening to Spring 1 from Max Richter. Made me feel inspired as I'll be probably using this tune for my wedding :')

Please excuse my awful mistakes and probably wrong words, English is not my first language.

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader 

Word count : 2.8k

Short summary : The party is now over, but Arthur wanted some privacy. Instead of coming back to camp, you spend a night at the Bastille saloon. 

Warnings : ⚠️ 18+ please if you’re a minor DON’T READ ⚠️ overall sexual tension, nsfw, smut, undressing, unprotected sex, explicit content, fingering, spanking, equal dominance

A/Note : Part 2 of Fairest of Them All !  

Tags : historical underwear, Arthur loves you, fluff, he does it calmly, mutual trust, passionate love, consent, cigarettes after sex (literally)

******

"You sure ?" Dutch asked. "It should be better for you two to get back to camp."

"We’re gonna be fine, Dutch." Arthur answered. "Night’s gonna be short anyway."

Arthur had spent about ten or fifteen minutes trying to convince Dutch not to drag the two of you back to Shady Belle. He did not want to come back, not after this boost of hormones had occurred since he had seen you in your beautiful red dress. At first, he had been conquered by your beauty, your gesture, your attitude. But things had escalated quickly when he kissed you so passionately in the Mayor’s office, as his hand firmly gripping your left thigh. Only Bronte’s man dragged him out of his deepest desire to have you for himself on the desk, he was doing his best not to show anything to Dutch, Hosea and Bill. Actually, the latter had already noticed the way Arthur acted, widely smiling while blushing, his eyes twitching, discretely wiggling his hips. 

"I want the two of you back to camp tomorrow." Hosea said, staring at you, somewhat aware of what was about to happen

"We’ll be back in no time." you smiled 

"Don’t worry, ‘Sea." Arthur chuckled as you placed your hand over his arm 

"I’m always worried when the two of you aren’t around. Please, don’t get into trouble." 

You and Arthur nodded as you got inside a stagecoach. You quickly gathered your large skirt in order to allow Arthur to come in, he sat in front of you after telling your destination to the coachman. You could tell how much Hosea was worried about the two of you not coming back to camp, but Arthur’s decision was taken out of respect for all gang members. He did knew this night was going to be yours. Despite you and Arthur had made your best  efforts not to make your relationship too obvious, most folks knew that you were not playing chess with Arthur when the two of you were in his bedroom. You already had time to try deeper pleasures with him, and John was the first to complain about how noisy you two were. 

"Well, m’lady, tonight’s your night." Arthur smiled

"Our night."

Arthur nodded. The two of you remained somewhat quiet in the stagecoach until arriving at the Bastille Hotel, a short journey which only lasted for about ten minutes or so. Nobody really paid attention to you going inside the saloon. You would have wanted to have access to the upstairs rooms by taking an outside staircase, but there was no much choice. Arthur left you alone for a few seconds, quickly renting the room for a few dollars, grabbing you under his arm to lead you upstairs. Right after you approached the door leading to your room, Arthur proceeded closing the corridor’s large velvet curtains, allowing you some more privacy and an easy access to the bathroom, quickly kissing you on his way to your room’s entrance.  

"After you, Miss." Arthur opened the door

You walked in, trembling of excitement. You shivered as you heard Arthur come inside, closing the door behind you, feeling this absolute need to jump on him and passionately live this night without even regretting it. You had struggled so much during this evening, the single sight of Arthur wearing his beautiful tuxedo suit, his hair perfectly brushed and his beard trimmed for the occasion made it hard for you not to, at least, clap your hand on his bum. Arthur would not have minded, he enjoyed it anytime you did it.

Arthur locked the door, moving behind you with a large smile. After kissing the back of your neck, he carefully untied the back of your bodice, making sure not to tear it apart. It would have been a shame to ruin with such a beautiful dress ! He wanted you to wear it again, knowing you would look fantastic whenever you would put it on. Arthur then proceeded taking your skirt and two petticoats off, making his way to the crinoline, feeling a little frustrated.

"Christ sake." he grumbled as he untied the ribbon holding your crinoline, making it fall on the ground

"What’s wrong ?" 

"Why do they keep ‘em women under so many layers ?" 

His remark made you smile, you turned around as soon as you knew you there was nothing much left to take off anymore but your corset, drawers and chemise. Arthur’s eyes were shining, so many emotions made their way to you ! His smile made you burn from the inside, you could not help but calmly place your hand between his legs, causing him to bite his lower lip as you lightly clenched your fist on his crotch, finding it aroused, causing him to moan. 

"You’ve been such a good boy tonight…" you smiled

"Ain’t that right, girl… now lemme get this corset off so we can have some fun." 

"Don’t feel pressured to do so." 

"I ain’t pressured, ‘would be a shame to have you hurt tonight." 

Arthur gently turned you around for you to face the bed, proceeding to carefully untie your tight corset. He did not understand how you, women, could breath under such a tool, whale-boned shift, making some of you faint on occasions ! You sighed of relief when Arthur untied the laces of your golden corset, turning around to allow him open the iron busk, it took him quite some time. In fact, Arthur was trembling as he could no longer hold it any longer, and the excitement of having you before him, only for him, without the pressure of the rest of the gang, felt like real freedom. This was going to be his night, your night. He even smiled as you moaned one more time as the corset fell on the ground. 

"My god, Y/N." he said, totally charmed. "You’re so beautiful…"

"Is that so ?" you smiled, proceeding to take your drawers off 

"I wouldn’t be there otherwise."

You smiled, Arthur quickly took his jacket off and threw it aside, tearing his bowtie apart, not even able to hold his excitement. You helped him take unbuttoning his vest, then his shirt, carefully moving to his pants and his union suit. Oh, dear ! You had probably never seen Arthur so aroused by your presence, and this was not even the first time the two of you had sex ! Arthur threw what was left of his clothes on the ground, lifting your chemise, leaving the two of you completely naked. You turned your head up as your left hand gripped onto his crotch area. 

"Show me what you got there, sweetheart." he smiled, gently pressing his large hands on your breasts

"Sure thing." you groaned, bitting your lower lip as you tightened your grip onto his groin 

Arthur moaned again and calmly pushed you on the bed. He wanted it to be memorable, he wanted it to be beautiful. He wanted it to be perfect, harmless, fun and relaxing. He wanted to give himself to you. Two of his fingers made their way down to your clit, he rubbed it in such a gentle way that you could not help but shiver and spread your legs widely to greet what was to come. These two fingers made their way inside you, leading you to moan loudly. 

"You’re alright there, girl." Arthur said, climbing on the bed to be over you 

You did not even realise Arthur was often saying this same sentence to his mare… it did not matter much. You were his girl. His unique, perfect, adorable girl, just like he was your boy, your man. Your hands started playing with his groin, moving back and forth as Arthur did his best to stay focused on pleasing you. It tickled so much that you could not stop your waist from lightly wiggling back and forth. You wanted more, you could not deny it, neither could Arthur.

"Easy there girl." Arthur cooed 

He bent down a little to cover your chest with kisses, gently bitting your nipples before allowing his whole body started rubbing yours. He held himself to badly, not wanting to finish this special night of yours without, at least, getting inside of you. His tongue drew circles in your neck as you grabbed his hair. You passionately kissed him as soon as he looked into your eyes. Nothing could beat this moment between the two of you. These cellos the two of you had danced on still played in your heads in a heavenly manner. You were caught into a marvellous symphony, the symphony of your love. 

"I love you, Morgan." you huffed 

"I love you too, Y/N." 

Arthur was quick to rise a little, allowing his groin to make his way inside of you. You left out a loud moan and Arthur started swinging back and forth above you, gently enough not to harm you. Your very first time with him had been quite rough as you did not really had the opportunity to know more of each other in terms of sex, he was completely panicked when you told him it was painful. In no way was he going to do the same mistake. This was your night. 

"Good girl." Arthur whispered

You started sweating as Arthur moaned above you, kissing you so passionately while rhythmically moving his hips for you to feel him inside you. You adored it, every moment of it. Such moments were heavenly. He was so gentle with you, but skilled enough to made you reach what was close to an orgasm. You kept moaning, spreading your legs wide for Arthur to perform other moves than a classic set of thrusts. In fact, you even told Arthur to switch positions by giving him a loud spank.

"There, boy." you smiled, giving Arthur a taste of his own medicine. "Lemme take the lead."  

Arthur bit his lower lip, moving back a little. Between two kisses, he proceeded lying beneath you, allowing you to take the lead. He secretly enjoyed letting you be above him, he loved sharing his dominance with you. When you were over him, he was at your entire mercy, helpless, unable to leave… and he loved that. Your boy, a thirty-six year old man ready to do anything to please you. 

You crouched above him and started moving up and down, making sure you contract all your pelvic muscles contracted enough to make Arthur feel more pressure and excitement. You saw him ecstatically moan as one his hands clung onto his pillow while the other one held you by the hip, begging you to keep going while bitting his lower lip. You felt like burning when you notice his sweaty face, his arched eyebrows and a slight dribble of saliva at the corner of his half-opened mouth.

"Ah, darlin’…" he moaned 

"Yes, cowboy ?" 

"I want you so badly… so, so badly…!"

You kept moving up and down as Arthur’s moans got louder, causing you to refrain yourself. You bent over to kiss him, he bit your earlobe afterwards. You felt like you were about to enter in the most beautiful and relaxing trance, better than the ones you experience when being drunk. Arthur moaned as you wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. 

"Let’s try something else…" you said, some pain in your thighs. "My legs hurt…"

"Sure thing, darlin’…"

Arthur helped you moving aside and settled you back beneath him, proceeding to lift your legs above his broad shoulders while moving inside of your vagina with a loud moan. The heat coming from your fusing bodies had invaded the room as you two had been enjoying yourselves for over than thirty minutes. You kept moaning, begging him to keep going as your fists clenched on the cotton and brocade bedsheets beneath you. Arthur’s rhythmic  thrusts almost made you reach it. Reach seventh heaven. 

"Aah, I’m close… I’m close…" you groaned

"H-hold on for me, sweetheart… hold on…!"

Holding on was the best the two of you could do to make this night even more memorable ! Arthur kept going as you could no longer contract your pelvic muscles, he went faster than before. You kept sweating, your moans turning into screams of pleasure you could not even hold anymore. You felt Arthur’s hardened groin move deeper into you, it made you drool. Bubbles and butterflies invaded your stomach as you were about to climax, still doing your best not to start squirting, clenching your fists enough to avoid this moment to reach its end. 

"Almost… a-almost…!" Arthur groaned 

Arthur's groin felt larger than ever, he did his best not to cum, he did not want to give up yet. However, after some more seconds holding it, he lost control of his own cock, unable to keep going, giving you a last thrust while screaming himself. The two of you shared an orgasm at the same time, moaning so loudly that some people of the saloon might have felt alerted by the noise coming from your room. Arthur moved away from you, his cock still hardened, struggling to remain on all fours as you were heavily panting beside him. He wanted to look at you, admire you. He fell on the bed beside you, lying there for a few minutes. 

"Damn it, that was good." you groaned 

He proudly nodded, happy of what the two of you had given each other that night. Arthur was the first to get up, trying his best to calm his emotions down as he gently invited you to go to the bathroom. You shifted from the bed, not even bothering about being naked, grabbing his hand as the two of you made your way to the bathroom across the corridor. You did not expect him to have paid for a bath, but in no way could you imagine sleeping in your own sweat. 

The tub was large enough to fit the two of you. Before coming in, Arthur proceeded smoking a cigarette. It was mostly a routine, having a cigarette each time you had sex. He quickly joined you, feeling the need to wash away all this sweat covering him from hair to toes. Arthur felt relaxed by looking at you, gently applying the sponge on your shoulders. At this moment, despite feeling overwhelmingly exhausted, he just wanted to look at you for the rest of the night. Your cheeks were still a little red after having sex, Arthur could not help but smile at you while winking. 

"You’re beautiful." he whispered 

"You’re sayin’ this because you’re tired." 

"Nah, I’m honest. You’re really beautiful." 

You blushed, unable to face Arthur who is about to make your heart melt with his puppy eyes and his smile. He noted your sudden shy attitude, acknowledging you were completely charmed by him. 

"How should I call you now ?" he asked. "Miss Viola Bronte ? Miss Y/N Y/SN ? Or maybe Mrs. Kilgore ?"

"M-mrs. Kilgore ?" you stuttered  

"I think these names suit you… even if I believe the best fit would be Mrs. Y/N Morgan." 

Your eyes widely opened as you were not sure about what Arthur just said, shrugging a little while looking into his eyes. You were not sure about how you could react to such thing. Mrs. Morgan almost sounded like a marriage proposal ! 

"I… I like Mrs. Morgan." you smiled 

"Me too. Suits you well."

Arthur felt happier than even. What he had just told you was a way for him to ask if you would have wanted to be more than a casual love interest. He wanted to know if you would go beyond your current relationship, take a step further. And you said yes, you did. But he was certainly going to make another move on a future occasion for you to have your mind cleared out. He had already bought everything on purpose. 

You unexpectedly fell asleep while bathing. Arthur sighed as he looked at you, rubbing your eyes while being woken up each time your head was falling forward. He got you out of the bathroom, wrapping you into some warm towels the saloon could provide you, kissing the top of your head while making his way back to your bedroom, carefully avoiding to be spotted naked with you firmly held against him. He kept you close to him, holding you onto his chest as he snuggled beneath the blankets, kissing your forehead. It woke you up a little. 

"Get back to sleep, sweetheart." Arthur cooed

You looked at him for a second or two before your eyelids felt heavier than before, nuzzling against Arthur’s chest. He felt tired too, yawning a little while rubbing you hair behind your ear. 

"Sweet dreams, Mrs. Morgan." Arthur whispered 

Mrs. Morgan. 

Mrs. Morgan.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Dubious Benefits

Pairings: Claudio Castagnoli x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, slight degradation, dirty talk.

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

“I need to find someone to fuck, no strings attached, so I can get rid of this stress before I have a heart attack!” That was the statement that started this mess over a year ago.

They started this as good friends, but then that friendship started coming with, shall we say, benefits. Perks if you will, that would eventually complicate things, but for the time being, were pretty handy and mutually beneficial.

She needed a distraction, just a few hours where her mind could shut off, and she would only have to listen to her body’s needs and be fully in the moment

Claudio on the other hand needed intimacy. Over the years, he had grown tired of fucking random women without any kind of attachment. Sure it was nice back in the day, but now he needed more.

“I need something more than that. I need the security, the intimacy of just laying around in a comfortable silence, enjoying someone else’s company without it being awkward or uncomfortable. I want to be able to have a nice conversation before and after the fucking, maybe have casual talks while we cook dinner or watch tv. I want someone who knows me and will fulfill me emotionally too, not just physically. Is that weird?” He asked before looking at her while she sat across from him on the couch.

“No, it’s not” She hid her teasing smirk behind a handful of cheese puffs “You’re just getting old, my dude”

She couldn’t hold back her laugh though when the pillow that was resting on top of Claudio’s thighs hit her perfectly on the head, messing up her hair before it fell on top of the rug.

Claudio was always dressed in his best attire whenever he came to visit her.

She even teased him once, saying that he should show up dressed in sweatpants for a change so that she didn’t feel like this was becoming some kind of a serious relationship.

“I only dress equivalent to the beauty of the woman I am visiting, biberli” He winked

“Why do you call me that, by the way? Is that some sort of secret curse word used by Swiss people that I’m not aware of?” She teased, with a chuckle

“No” Claudio grinned, “Biberli is a sweet, it’s two slices of sweet gingerbread held together with a sticky honey-almond filling. It’s like you, sweet and soft on the inside but also has that spicy outside that has my mouth watering” He playfully growled, before running after her up the stairs to her bedroom.

The cherry lip tint that she applied had begun to dry up when the doorbell rang. She ran barefoot to the front door, her hand closed around the doorknob and she opened it to find a large bouquet of red and white roses.

“Great, now you bring flowers too?! Can you be less perfect, please? For my heart's sake” She teased with a smirk

“Wow, you look gorgeous!” Claudio smiled widely, making her cheeks feel hot from embarrassment. He handed her the flowers and she thanked him before stepping aside so he could come in.

“I’ll put this in a vase” She stated, while walking towards the kitchen “Make yourself at home, ok? I just need to grab a few things and then we can go”

After setting the flowers on top of the counter she turned around to find Claudio standing behind her

“Jesus, you scared me” She chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But you forgot to give me something”

“Oh, shit. You want something to drink? Sorry, I didn’t hear you asking for anyth-“

Claudio took one step forward, trapping her body in between himself and the counter. His hands were inside his navy blue dress pants pockets and as his head leaned down, she felt herself drowning in his scent.

“Schmatz” Was the only thing he whispered against her lips.

She gave him a soft peck on the lips and Claudio leaned back, giving her the false impression that he would let her step aside. Once she did, he hooked his finger around the belt loop of her flared pants, quickly pulling her back to her previous position.

Claudio’s hands cupped her cheeks and held her head in place as he captured her lips in a needy kiss.

“If I remember correctly a ‘schmatz’ is a peck on the lips” She giggled breathlessly as he pulled her closer to his body. Claudio’s hands traveled down her curves, marking their favorite path down her body.

“It is. But I couldn’t help myself” His hands cupped her breasts through the light pink satin tank top seconds before his fingers pulled the spaghetti straps down her shoulders.

Claudio’s lips gave open mouth kisses to her neck, traveling down her body and taking the same path his fingers had traced mere seconds ago.

“Shit” She moaned when his tongue traced small circles on the sensitive points of her neck and collarbone “You know that if you keep this up we're going to be late, right? And you hate being late”

Claudio’s tongue traced a lined from her neck to her chin until he reached her bottom lip “I do” He whispered “That’s why I came to pick you up 3 hours early”

She felt him smirking against her lips before she cackled “Oh, so you purposely came early so you could take advantage of me? Where did all that chivalry of yours go, Mr. Castagnoli?”

“I am a gentleman, biberli” Claudio placed her on top of the kitchen island and slowly began to pull her pants down her legs “I treat women as they wish to be treated. It’s not my fault that you love being treated like a cheap slut who gets fucked on top of a kitchen island, in broad daylight, with the curtains wide open for all the neighbors to see” His small shrug only caused her to chuckle.

“Asshole” She teased, being taken by surprise when Claudio ripped her emerald colored lace thong and placed it in his dress pants pocket.

“Not right now, biberli. I missed your pussy way too much to fuck you in the ass. But if you behave like a good girl for me, then maybe I’ll think about fucking your ass the way you like it later tonight”

Claudio tapped his tip against her clit, making her whine his name and pull him closer.

The only word her brain could form was “Please”

“Please, what? You have to be more clear than that” He chuckled and mocked, mimicking her voice “Please, sir, put your cock in my pussy, I need it in me” Claudio laughed when she narrowed her eyes at his mockery. He continued to rub his tip against her clit and continued:

“Or perhaps it’s: ‘Please, sir, fuck my ass’. Which one is it, Bibi?”

“What about: please sir, shut the fuck up because your mouth is ruining my mood?” She retorted as she plastered on a fake smile.

Claudio chuckled, pressing his tip against her entrance and thrusting his hips forward ,he felt her walls beginning to close around him as he spoke “If I wasn’t so horny right now, I would show you exactly how well my mouth can ruin you, biberli”

“Is this your way of telling me you missed fucking me and your hand wasn’t enough to give you relief? Aww, look at that, the old man really is a softy” She teased, lips spreading into a wide smile once she felt his stubble scraping the delicate skin of her neck.

“Old man?” Claudio laughed breathlessly “Tell me, who got you this wet by just speaking a few words to you, bibi?”

“You did, old man” She teased again “Unfortunately you’re that good”

“Unfortunately? Is this a burden to you? Are you performing an act of charity for an old man in need? Should I leave?” Claudio smirked, as he rolled his hips before thrusting deeply in her. His pace changed from insanely fast to slow and deep whenever he felt himself or her getting close to the edge.

“Fuck” She moaned against Claudio’s lips “You’re not allowed to leave until you give me a handful of orgasms and food, old man”

Claudio captured her lips as his pace gradually sped up. Their tongues danced slowly around each other, lips getting sucked, pulled and nibbled on.

“So you just want me for my dick and wallet? Rude”

They laughed in sync as Claudio’s nails sank into the skin of her hips. She could feel the burning sensation of his scratching on her skin, and she reveled in the feeling of his primal urges.

“I don’t care about your wallet, but I do love your dick” She teased breathlessly, her arms closed around Claudio’s neck to pull him closer. “Although you have some other qualities that are pretty amazing too”

“Really? And what are those?” Claudio pulled back to look in her face, his hips thrusting back and forth slowly as he pushed her sweaty hair away from her face.

“Your ego is already humongous and very hard to deal with, we don’t need to make it even bigger” She cackled

“But you just said that you love my cock” He pouted playfully, causing her to take a quick bite into the pumped flesh

“I hate you” She laughed before asking “Faster, please. I want faster, fuck me hard”

Claudio’s head buried itself in the crook of her neck, with his hands gripping tightly to handfuls of flesh on her hips as he held her in place.

She never knew a man could be this fast until they began to have sex. Claudio was a fucking machine in the flesh, the positions and pacing were worthy of a sex god. She didn’t know how he could do all of this but fuck was he amazing! Not only as a lover but as a friend, as a person, as a man…she was certain she would never be able to find a man as perfect as Claudio in her life.

“I missed you so fucking much” He whispered against her cheek. One of his hands traveled down to her mound, circling her clit and adding the needed pressure to help her cum faster.

“I missed you too” She whispered back, hands cupping his cheeks, eyes searching him with need. “I can’t hold it anymore, Claudie. Please”

Claudio’s hips settled for a new pace again, only this time, torturously slow. He dragged himself in and out of her without a hurry, his dark eyes focusing on her face and savoring her every feature, as he felt himself getting intoxicated in her beauty and being. She was the sun to his gloomy days, her sarcastic humor was a remedy for his seriousness, her loud and over the top laugh was a siren that brought him back to reality when everything else managed to overwhelm him, her touch was comforting like a warm blanket in the freezing winter, her smile hid the perfect amount of teasing and sweetness that constantly reminded him to not take things so seriously, her child-like spirit taught him how let things go every once in a while, her kind heart lull him to peace when his perfectionist traits began to haunt him, her body was like a glass of water in the screeching sun, and her being summed up everything he wished to find in a partner.

Claudio’s hips froze in place,as he stood there, buried inside of her, hands touching her skin, eyes wandering around her face, and for an instant he caught himself asking *Is this what it feels like? Is this how…*

*True love feel like?* She finished the same question in her mind, before they leaned forward to each other’s lips to find the answer.

[allzelemonz]

Fiction Mirrors Reality: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, implied similarities to a man in a book Physical Sex: None mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Matchmaker Mary-Beth, mutual pining, fluff, bookworms Summary: Mary-Beth gave you a book hoping you’d make some real world connections.

Finding time to read with Mary-Beth has been a priority ever since you joined the gang. She always has recommendations that make you want to avoid even the excitement of Dutch’s jobs. She also happens to be good company, quiet until something exciting happens and very willing to talk about the books you’re reading.

“What’s that face for?” She asks.

She gave you this book a few days ago. It’s good, but two characters you were hoping would get together have had another frustrating close call.

“They’re idiots.” You sigh, closing the book and tossing it on the ground in front of you where you sit. “They’ve almost kissed six times.”

Mary-Beth picks up your book and reads the title to remind herself. “Oh, those two.”

“It’s like they’re clueless, like they can’t feel it.”

“Wonder what that’s like.” Mary-Beth says in a tone that makes you look at her in confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She blushes, looking down at the fabric covering the dirt you both sit on. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“You’re not getting away with the shy girl routine, Miss Gaskill.” You lean forward, interested now. “What’s so interesting.”

She looks up at you. “I… I may have given ya the book because they remind me of some people in camp.”

You knit your eyebrows in confusion. “Who?”

There’s no one in camp that comes to mind. Most of the feelings in camp are out in the air and have been long dealt with or avoided at all costs.

She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s nothin’ ya gotta worry about-”

“Yes it is.” You urge. “You gave me the book and put me through all of their annoying pining, so who in camp-”

“You and Sean!” She blurts, covering her mouth right after she says it.

You have to process for a minute before you laugh in disbelief. “Me and Sean?”

She nods, hand still covering her mouth.

“Are we talking about the same Sean?” You ask, raising a finger to point at her. “Words this time, Miss Gaskill.”

She sheepishly lowers her hand and places it with the other in her lap. “I’m sorry! I just read the book and they reminded me of how you to are always runnin’ around actin’ like ya don’t wanna fall in love-”

“Us?” You stifle a laugh. “I’ve always thought you were a funny girl, Mary-Beth, but that has to be the funniest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Ya don’t see it, just like Edward.” She sighs. “And Sean keeps playin’ around, pretendin’ it ain’t real, just like Elizabeth.”

You shake your head. “I think you’ve finally lost your mind.”

“I have not!” She tosses the book back to you. “You keep readin’, you’ll see.”

You scoff. “The day I see anything like that about Sean is the day you can put me out of my misery.”

“Just read, you!”

You open the book again and continue with the story. Now that Mary-Beth has brought it up, you can’t stop imagining yourself and Sean in place of the characters. Sean is just as annoying, loud-mouthed, and stubborn as the girl and you happen to fall very much in line with the man. All of it makes you think back and you do see it. All the times you’ve come shockingly close to kissing Sean, every stupid smile that you recall having a flutter reaction to that you wrote off as sickness, that annoying bounce Sean has in his step and the silky look of his hair.

“Damn it.” You mutter.

Mary-Beth is smirking when you look at her, hardly paying attention to her book. She can see Sean over by the fire as he occasionally glances up from his whittling to look at you. Straight out of her romance books.

[arthurmargon]

dude I think we were pissed off by the same bad take dutch post thats hilarious

LMAO i think it’s a strong possibility 😭 like i’m so sorry but the “he’s mentally ill and bonked his head real hard” argument is too tired. we can admit he’s an evil greedy bastard and a fantastic character who did have genuine love and care for certain ppl at some point pre-blackwater, they’re not mutually exclusive.

[clueless1995]

i will admit every time i mention the netherlands i have to double check in my head that that’s what it’s called and that’s not a random fictional place name i picked up. i’m sorry dutch mutuals and also all my family and ancestors

[rachel-bloom]

Another tag game - tagged by @thematrixs 💝

what book are you currently reading? one book that i really want to read asap is i’m so glad my mom died by jennette! have been pushing this off for months now, since it only came out in september here

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? uhm i actually haven’t been in the movies for a hot minute now lmao i think the last movie i saw was it 2019 and that was in a dutch cinema lol

what do you usually wear? either like leggins with boots and oversized t-shirts/cardigans or just normal jeans with anything that i can find/looks comfortable lmao 

how tall are you? like 5′7

what’s your star sign? Aries baby

do you go by your name or a nickname? i really don’t care tbh my family mostly calls me by my nickname which is nati, mutuals often call me nat lmao

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? no, i didn’t even really know what i wanted to be when i was a kid, but i’m quite happy with the outcome

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? nope & nope

dogs or cats? dogs ftw, sorry cattos

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? i actually didn’t have the time to create something meaningful this year lol, still trying to adjust to the work/life balance. if i’ve giffed something it’s always just been regular scenes, but i do really love this set from october 21′ (X)

what’s something you would like to create content for? idk man, i feel like there’s still so many gr8 iconic movies that i haven’t seen simply because i’m not from the US but as long as i can find a dl i will make it happen <3

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with? reboot with rachel bloom <3

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? friendships with certain people

what’s a hidden talent of yours? i have none lmao

are you religious? no fuck religion <3 fuck christianity <3

what’s something you wish to have at this moment? food, cant wait to go home and feat on some xmas dinner, havent really eaten anything good in a few days lmao

Tagging: (feel free to ignore friends but I’d love to read things about you 👀) @blkcat, @whitewolfofwinterfell, @haydenpanettieres, @stanshollaand @zekelandon, @sculien, @emmaduvals, @janelevy , @phoebehalliwell , @holyhalliwells

[mcyt-imagines]

hi! i’m like 80% sure requests are open but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this! i was wondering if i could get some fundy confessions? like a similar piece of writing to what you did with ranboo? which by the way was very good and your writing is super neat :]

I’m so glad you enjoyed the lil Ranboo confession hcs, I hope you enjoy these just as much! :)

Fundy Confession HCs 

Realising he likes you 

Fundy knows he’s crushing on you immediately. But he doesn’t understand how deeply he cares for you.

Fundy finds himself surprised when he doesn’t have to chase you, you actively pursue him as much as he pursues you.

Fundy usually doubts himself when he finds himself crushing on someone, unsure whether he should pursue them. But with you it’s different, your support makes him feel confident in his feelings.

Sometimes he feels as if he could never confess, scared he could ruin your friendship in case you don’t feel the same way. (Even though you very much do, he just thinks you deserve someone better too)

Fundy spends a lot of time contemplating his feelings for you, mostly in his head whilst the two of you are hanging out. He finds himself zoning out while you’re speaking, his eyes wandering between your vibrant eyes and your gesturing hands, landing somewhere in between, usually on your soft lips. However, if your back is turned to him, he will simply fixate on your hair, his hands desperately wishing to feel it. He knows that it's soft from the few times he’s fixed a stray lock of hair to a spot behind your ear. Basking in the pride he feels when your cheeks tint a soft pink, wondering whether it was real or just a cruel trick played by his imagination.

Fundy often finds himself thinking of you whilst streaming, he’s mentioned you a few times. Not enough to raise any questions about what your relationship with him is, just enough so his chat can try and appreciate you as much as he does when he allows his mind to wander mid-game.

Fundy finds himself slamming into an epiphany late one night when he realises that dating you isn’t about whether he thinks he deserves you but whether you do. And he hasn’t even given you the chance to answer, all this time he’s made the decision for you because he’s too scared of what your answer would be. He makes a promise to himself that night. That you deserve to make that decision yourself.

The Confession

Fundy knows that if he’s going to confess, he needs to make it extravagant and perfectly tailored to you.

This man plans out his confession to you for MONTHS, meticulously crafting props, making bookings, and trying his best to coordinate far away friends. Meanwhile, your friendship continues to strengthen with each night chatting until the both of you fall asleep in lone discord calls.

You know that Fundy has been busy with a project he refuses to tell you anything about, changing the subject with nervous stuttering whenever you bring it up.

You have let it keep you awake for a few nights before concluding that perhaps he finally managed to snag a partner and he was unsure how to tell you. So, the next time you meet up you make a note to drop some hints about knowing what his little project is. This freaks Fundy out instantly. How the hell did you figure it out? And you seem super okay with it? Was he wrong, do you actually feel the same way? Fundy’s head is spinning as you continue your casual conversation alone, “But don’t worry, I can wait. I only want you to tell me when you feel comfortable.” Your words snap Fundy out of his spiraling thoughts as your warm hand squeezes his knee and he forgets how to breathe.

Fundy spirals yet again that night after he gets home. You seemed okay with him liking you? But you didn’t confess either!? What does that even mean!? Fundy groans loudly before stuffing his pillow over his face, wishing that his love life could be easy.

He sets to work the next morning, finalizing all of his plans. When once again, he is struck by another epiphany. You wouldn’t want this. Some big extravagant show with the pressure of your mutual friends watching from the sidelines. You’d want something sweet and personal. That only you and he would understand, or even care about. He doesn’t bother cancelling the plans and bookings, instead of texting you to meet him at his place for dinner. If tonight works out the two of you can still experience the more extravagant side of his confession, but if this whole encounter goes sour it can go sour in private rather than public.

You arrive promptly, as you always do. Happy to spend time with him and perhaps seduce him you dress a little cuter than usual. Hoping he takes notice. He definitely does, and you can tell. The second he opens the door to reveal your frame he’s grinning, a light pink rests at the tips of his ears almost immediately. He is quick to greet you and lead you inside.

Fundy spent all afternoon regretting that he had sent that text to you. As he had to frantically run around the kitchen trying to come up with a meal to cook because there was absolutely no way, he was going to feed you takeout! Normally of course he wouldn’t have minded doing that, but not the day he plans to confess! That’d just be embarrassing. He spent a good thirty minutes deciding on the menu, thinking he’d do something Dutch to show off a little. And then he promptly realised that over half of the Dutch dishes he knew required no cooking but days of prep-work. Which took out a lot of what he knew how to cook.

So, by the time you arrived, he actually hadn’t finished cooking anything yet. And he was internally screaming as he heard your knock upon his door. So, to distract you he invited you into his room for some Minecraft. He repeatedly thanked his past self for furiously cleaning his room even though he originally had no plans for you to come in here.

As you play your eyes wander around Fundy’s room, allowing yourself to be distracted by his nerdy décor. “Creeper!” You scream as you’re brought back into reality as Fundy’s character jumps in between yours and the exploding mob. You gasp dramatically, “Fundy, my hero!” You pretend to swoon, grinning as he chuckles at your antics. “My shield is now practically broken.” He whines, “Take mine.” You drop it in front of him before moving your character back over to the iron ore you’d spotted in the cave earlier. He readjusts himself beside you, shimmying his shoulders as he mutters out a quick thanks. You lean against him softly, “No worries.”

It is at that inopportune moment that he remembers he had been cooking before you showed up. Thank god his oven had a safety feature to turn off after a certain amount of time. He ducks out for a few moments to quickly check on the mess of ingredients he’d chucked into a casserole to find it charred black. He repeatedly slams his head against his countertop as he began to enter both yours and his usual order of Chinese takeout into his phone. “You good with Chinese takeout?” He calls towards his room, wishing a hole in the ground would open and swallow him up pulling him straight down to the ninth circle of hell for his crimes against love. “Hell yeah, I am!” You respond with an enthusiasm that allows him to unclench his jaw and unfurrow his brows. God, you were definitely too good for him. Even as a friend.

Hours soar by with ease as the two of you play, trying your best to speedrun Minecraft and absolutely failing. Fundy does manage to make a nether portal pretty quickly using the lava pool strat. He allows himself to puff out his chest, pride swelling as you cheer him on with a grin. You don’t stop playing even when the takeout arrives continuing to communicate through mouthfuls of rice and complaints about trying to not get grease on your keyboards. Fundy cant remember that last time the two of you spent time like this just hanging out with no pressure from his stupid feelings and you absolutely glowing with joy beside him. He knows you need to do this more often.

“YES! FUNDY HIT HIM! AHH!” With one final blow, the dragon is slain and you finally beat Minecraft. You throw your arms around Fundy laughter bubbling from your lips, his arms grip you tightly pulling you close. His own laughter reverberates against his chest causing you to realise just how close he was holding you. You gulp down your rapidly growing nerves before looking up to meet his gaze, finding his face a lot closer to yours than you had expected. Fundy looks down at you as his cheeks burn a bright crimson and he tries to stutter out the words he’s been dying to tell you for the past six months.

And that’s when it hits you like a tonne of bricks. The bullshit he had been hiding this whole time wasn’t a partner, he wanted you to be his partner! Your mouth falls open in surprise for a few moments as Fundy continues to gape at you. “Holy shit Fundy.” That causes his gaze to snap to yours, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a firm line. “I thought you were hiding the fact you were with someone from me!” You laugh at your own absolute stupidity, hand coming to press high on Fundy’s chest. “Wait, what!?” The exasperated expression on his face only causes you to laugh harder, “Yeah, I thought that’s what you were being super cagey about. Sorry my bad, misjudged that one.”

Fundy finds himself chuckling too, his shoulders relaxing as he does so. “Yeah, a real good read love.” He laughs, your gaze rises at the pet name. “Real presumptuous of you Fundy, I haven’t even said if I feel the same yet.” Your teasing tone doesn’t even stop him as he pulls you even closer to him, pressing your body flush against his. “I think I can read you pretty well now. Not to mention you’ve been blushing this whole time.” He grins into your hair, squeezing you with an unbridled joy you find so contagious. Or perhaps you’re feeling that way because it turns out your crush isn’t actually dating someone else but instead likes you back? 

“B-but like, just checking you actually do really like me-“ Fundy begins, feeling his nerves inevitably creep up his spine. Before he can even finish you cup the back of his neck with your free hand, the other clenching his shirt as you kiss him with all the intensity you can muster. “That answer your q-.” You begin to respond against his lips only from him to silence you, which maybe you deserved. Fundy can’t help but smile into the kiss. Somehow things actually turned out alright. Squeezing your warm soft hips, he ponders who the hell is looking out for him upstairs. But as your hands tangle in his hair, he makes a silent promise to himself he’ll consider praying to them tomorrow.

~Requests are always open!~

[nightwussy]

tagging game!

tysm @pietromaxidaddy for tagging me MWAH 🤌

rules: answer all thirty questions and tag as many people, as you can. let's get to know each other a little better!

name/nickname: meryl-janna, mj (hee hee), porkie/spekkie

gender: female

star sign: sagittarius

height: 1.67 m

time: 6 pm

favourite bands: the neighbourhood, the orion experience, idkhow, mcr, abba, one direction (shhhh they have absolute bops), tame impala, mother mother, bring me the horizon, wallows, arctic monkeys, palaye royale, waterparks, paramore, half•alive, cage the elephant

birthday: december 15th

favourite solo artists: lana del rey, marina, harry styles, frank ocean, joji, doja cat, megan thee stallion, mitski, kali uchis, froukje, rina sawayama, cavetown, nicki minaj, rex orange county, lorde, yungblud, aurora, melanie martinez, mars argo, angèle

song stuck in my head right now: hotel room service. um,,,,,, i don't know how to explain this,,,,, it's just there,,,, in my head,,,,,,,, rent free 🧍🏻‍♀️

last movie: revenge of the sith

last show: attack on titan, currently on my armin brainrot,,,, so sorry besties

when did i create this blog: uhhhhh when i was like 10. oopsie

what i post: whatever i happen to hyperfixate on atm. currently star wars, marvel and snk

other blogs: @drearyarcade @mallowmarshal i barely post on those tho so don't expect too much xoxo

why i chose my url: PLS I- i really like alliteration (my previous url was sapphosimp) and um,,,,,,, i have a wap for wolffe 😩🍑💦

do i get asks: no 🕳🏃🏻‍♀️

last thing i googled: "against catiline translation"

i follow: 230

following: 145

average hours of sleep: at this point i’m playing roulette with my sleeping schedule, this week it's 3-5 hrs 🤡✌️

lucky number: 4

instruments: none i'm talentless

what i'm wearing: yellow sweater and jogging pants

dream trip: i wanna go back to rome, and visiting some asian countries (esp philippines bc my fam lives there!)

favourite food: tteokbokki! i always make it too spicy tho and then i can't taste anything after for like 3 hours. still worth it. i'm a masochist like that

nationality: dutch

favourite song: cry baby - the neighbourhood

last book read: de oratore - cicero

top three fictional universes i wanna be a part of: star wars duhhhh, mcu (imagining urself as stark's kid is elite) and supernatural so i can plan the destiel wedding myself

favourite color: pink!!

taglist: imma tag all of my mutuals bc ily and i want to get know u better xoxo (u don’t have to if u don’t want to tho!!!!!)

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[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift. 

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you. 

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

   "Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running  through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling. 

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.” 

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

   "I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased. 

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company." 

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

   "I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

   "For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see. 

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both. 

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked  you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

   “I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

   "Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll  survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

   "I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

   "You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

   “Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

   “Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty. 

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat. 

   "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

Making the short walk back to his own tent,  his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself,  he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already  stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

   "Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

   "I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

    "I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

   "For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud, 

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents. 

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"

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#5

Coriolis Effect- pt.8 "Trouble Doesn't Suit You"

A/N: What the fuck have I done...? I literally didn't mean for this to be so long, buuuut... I'm not about to say I'm sorry. This is a FUCKING MASTERPIECE and I'm proud. So, get a snack and ALOT of water.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fem!fingering, fem!oral(receiving), p-in-v sex, throat holding?, possessive!crosshair, feral!crosshair?, unprotected sex (don't be stupid IRL), biting, a drop of blood, overstim, Crosshair deserves his own warning.

WC: 15.9k

***

Dutch emerged from her pod early, yet not prompt enough for the batch to still be in their beds. Little red lights on the control panel made it clear that each one was unoccupied and the boys had all decided that having an early start was still necessary when they didn’t have direct orders. She stretched out, raising up to have a look around the hall now that the lights in had switched on, silently telling her that Coruscant had made it through the final hours of its rotation. There was a comfortable silence that helped to ease her awake; No time-sensitive due dates or engagements that required her attention, providing a kind of domestic feeling that Dutch was happy to enjoy.

She had a plan for the day, but it required a decent amount of coordination if she was going to get everything she wanted done accomplished in time. Her clothing options were embarrassingly limited as of current, and without a trip off base she’d be forced to wear either a jumpsuit or her plastoid until there was another opportunity to buy the basics. Either of which didn’t sound nearly acceptable -or comfortable- for a night out, or the time that would be spent mulling about the Marauder on long hyperspace trips. It’d been a long time away, but she still remembered a few places on the upper levels she could pick up a few things without spending a fortune on it. And if she got a move on, a quick stop at the base store before she left would solve the issue of getting her a new pair of blacks; The ones folded at the foot of her pod were practically threadbare, and despite Crosshair’s attempt to solve her problem she knew a replacement set were in order.

By the time she exited the barracks doors, she had just enough time to get across base to get to the supply store before they closed. For some inconvenient reason, they never stayed open past noon. The droid maintaining the store made quick conversation -as they’re programmed to do- and assisted her in retrieving a smaller size of blacks that weren’t the standard for troopers. For once, one size fits all was taken literally and Dutch was thankful that civilian medics were assigned their owns sets as well. There was no charge considering she’d not used up the twice annual complimentary replacement incentive that the GAR ‘generously’ provided to officers and civilians.

“Can I assist you in any other way Director?” The droid was far more friendly than required, and she wondered if it was because it hardly saw anyone come through the doors.

“Actually… Do you know where I can get ahold of a speeder bike? I’m planet-side a couple days and need a way to get around.” She smiled, watching the droid pause as it referenced it’s memory bank for a quick moment.

“Why yes. There are four options available to non-clone renters within a short walk of the main entry and exit gates to the base. Three offer GAR member discounts.” It’s information was just as helpful as it was frustrating to hear. That posh tone and lack of sympathy for how distasteful ‘non-clone’ was, not making any difference to the droid. Coruscant had a nasty habit of making sure the resident soldiers fighting for their cushy way of life were reminded that they held no status or respect for their sacrifice.

“Well, thank you. Have a good day.” She didn’t feel like talking to the droid anymore, too frustrated with it to have any more of a conversation. It wasn’t blindly placed anger, Dutch simply detested that even the most useless droids were often thought more highly of than troopers.

The trek back across base went without incident or stop, bringing her face to face with one of the sentry guards. He was a reg, and Dutch only hoped she’d found him in a good enough mood to accept that she didn’t have her access card on hand to supply as proof of identity. Crosshair still had it as far as she knew, and there was no way she planned on letting any of the batch know what her plans were for the night; they’d all be furious that she wanted to have anything to do with the regs without them tagging along.

“Business or pleasure ma’am?” His soft tone was a welcome sign that she’d found one of the nicest guards she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. Oftentimes sentries were the most staunch of their graduating classes, making them the perfect line of defense for anyone coming or going.

“Pleasure. I’ve got a few things that need taken care of on the upper levels.” She detailed as minimally as possibly, yet indulging his friendliness.

“Will I see you leaving again tonight…? Perhaps wearing one of those things you’re wanting to take care of now?” His question was laced with mischievous humor, and she grinned widely realizing that he was simply making the best of a dismal job by teasing her.

“Why trooper… I have no idea what you’re insinuating.” Her smirk was enough to earn her a little bit of laughter, and a quick shake of his head.

“Very well then. Just come back through my access, and I’ll make sure you get back on base safely.’ He nodded softly, motioning for her to go through the now opening gates with a smile crossing his covered face.

Dutch didn’t care to spend the extra credits on the bike; Especially when the troopers couldn’t even set foot in the store. She refused being rewarded for her service when the real soldiers didn’t get the same treatment. The speeder rental was uneventful, and although she had the insanely powerful urge to rip the “No Clones Allowed” sign out of the window she walked out with the key to a speeder bike that would ultimately facilitate the rest of her day. The bike rode smoothly; Dutch fell back into the easy habit of riding with a small tinge of melancholy clouding her focus when she remembered selling hers off in the days leading up to her transfer to Kamino. She paid a pretty credit to rent this bike for two days, and a recall team to retrieve it on the change she didn’t have the opportunity to take it back herself. If only Kamino didn’t have a such a strict personal-property clause in their contract she could’ve just kept her own. Dutch almost laughed, remembering that having a form of transportation wasn’t even mentioned on her contract due to how laughable of an idea it is.

Speeder bikes and oceans... I can’t see a single reason I couldn’t have kept it. She commented to herself sarcastically, pulling out of the speeding traffic to swing off the vehicle in front of the first shop she’d planned on visiting.

It was a small business that -at one point- had been one of her favorites. They didn’t necessarily follow the outrageous trends that ebbed and flowed in Coruscant. No chiffon or silks to be seen on a single rack, and that was just the way Duchess liked it. Upon entering a familiar wave of sent hit her, sending her back into a wave of memories that all based themselves on the many times she’d walked through the doors here. The same woman stood behind the counter, giving a friendly wave and asked her name. Not a hint of recognition. For all her denial of Cody saying she was ‘getting prettier’ there was a question as to what had changed about her in the time spent away. It wasn’t necessarily her face, or even her weight for that matter… Maybe it was the bucket she held tucked under her arm that drew the woman’s attention. Carrying anything that looked remotely close to a troopers kit always garnered a unique response. Dutch could only hope the woman didn’t mind clones and would let her stay long enough to buy a couple things. Quietly, she gave her; Choosing to be Duchess this time around instead of hashing out the past with a woman who would ask difficult questions she didn’t feel like answering.

“What can I help you find Officer?” Her helpfulness was ever-present in the soft eyes and open warmth.

“Well… I’ve got a night out to prepare for. And I’m afraid to admit I have nothing but this uniform.” She sighed heavily, making a humorous show of her not-so-funny reality.

“Oooh. A night out? I’m taking it you want something informal?” A easy inference considering she wore no make-up and a kriffing jumpsuit and GAR issue boots.

“Yeah, nothing fancy. Just something that makes me feel good.” She giggled, feeling herself slip into a comfort around this woman who’d forgot her own half of the connection. A little hint of yesterday with Crosshair appearing in the forefront of her mind after saying that. She tried to shake it away by reminding herself of what he’d said not how it felt to be that close again.

“I’ve got the perfect thing. We’ll take care of basics, then work around to something for tonight.”

Dutch watched the woman’s familiar whirl of energy as she began pulling things from shelves and racks with an abandon for how the displays were getting messed up. Dutch felt a little bad for it, but she took pleasure in letting this woman do what she enjoyed. When she paid, she’d offer to help clean up or put away the things she didn’t end up buying. But from the looks of the assortment of clothes beginning to collect at one of the fitting rooms, Dutch was already struggling to see a single item that didn’t look exactly like what she’d came after. Only in the back of her mind, there was a singular thought that made everything a little hazy…

He feels better on me than anything I’m about to buy.

A few hours of decisions later, Dutch walked out of the store with two bags and significant dent in her credits. Nothing in her bags constituted a real waste of money, although there was a significant guilt she held for buying anything new. Her speeder bike was equipped with a couple storage bags on the side, and she stuffed the bags down into them for the second stop on her list.

Some lunch, not from the mess hall or in the form of a chalky ration bar that tasted like ground vitamins and sand baked into a brick. She picked up a little pastry from a street-vendor, sitting on her bike and trying not to complain about the thick air she was breathing in. Ion exhaust made breathing on Coruscant feel like you were trying to suck a rock through a straw, and although Dutch was enjoying her first day of freedom after a year of constant work she was struggling to remind herself that there wasn’t anything else she needed to be doing right now.

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149 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 21:01:01 GMT

#4

Welcome Company pt.2 "Duty Always Calls"

Author’s Note: Here is a continuation that you’ve asked for! If you’d like for another part, let me know! I’ll make a taglist if you’re interested as well! Just Ask Me or send a message!

“Commander Wolffe, I expect your leave treated you well?” General Plo’s rumbling voice greeted him with a familiarity that had him reeling back to the war room meeting he was supposed to be listening to.

“Yes, sir.” Wolffe responded with a concealed grimace, watching the other Generals in the room slowly turn their gazes away from himself, and back to the holomap. Wasn’t it bad enough that the General knew he wasn’t paying attention? Let alone bringing it to the attention of the entire room.

“What do you think of General Kenobi’s plan?” Plo asked, pointing to the simulated geographic landscape on the holo.

“This is General Skywalker’s, sir...”

It was a test…

One of many to come, after just being release by the medical staff of Kamino. Luckily, he’d passed it. Even the look on General Skywalker’s face looked positively proud that Wolffe had been present enough to notice what strategy was being presented. It wasn’t unlike Plo to give him a small jeer here and there, trying to lighten the mood. Which was probably what he was really trying to do at the moment. However Wolffe couldn’t take it that way. Not with a dull ache in his eye-socket, and half a mind somewhere off-base.

“He is ignoring the western front. Intel supports at least two separatist battalions stationed just in that tree line.” Wolffe motioned towards the natural defense. “Sending men straight down would practically funnel my troops into a trap.” He continued, finding his voice after seeing General Kenobi’s subtle nod. “Without reinforcements covering the left side, it’s practically impossible.”

The three Generals nodded in agreement, somehow unaware of the blindside attack. Quite possibly the leave had cleared his mind. Without the constant blue glare of holo displays, Wolffe found himself seeing much of his daily tasks with a simpler view that had been benefitting him to an acknowledgeable degree. Even General Plo’s joke had some basis in truthful questioning.

“Very well. I’ll be in touch, Master Plo.” Kenobi gave a gentle nod, motioning for Anakin for follow as they made their way out the door.

The Commander and his General stood in silence, standing over the holomap for long minutes, seemingly re-thinking and re-calculating their future movements days before they would drop into the warzone. Doing everything he could to limit his brother’s risk. Only his grasp for real-life control was severely lacking. No matter how long he stared at this kriffing map.

“You’re troubled Wolffe…” Plo commented, folding his hands inside the deep sleeves of his robes.

“No sir.”

“Ad, you mustn’t strain yourself. Worthiness does not come from the body, as it does from the soul.”

Always a man with the right words.

“I went on leave, buir… Where some of the others have.” Wolffe admitted tensely, unwilling to meet his General’s gaze despite still wearing his bucket. “I’ve been thinking about going back.”

General Plo simply chuckled in response. His hands reappeared from the depths of his sleeves where they rested against the controls of the holomap, adjusting the brightness of the lights until they weren’t as biting against Wolffe’s eye. The Jedi was well-aware of how painful the cybernetic was without Wolffe ever telling him a thing. The Commander might be silent, but that had nothing to do with how loudly his force signature screamed. Even Kenobi and Anakin had winced when they entered the war room, suddenly hearing the silent screams of Wolffe’s pain. But only Plo had noticed enough to act. Wolffe just wasn’t aware of how loudly he projected his emotions to those who could hear them.

“I imagine you found something worth returning for.” Plo murmured back, glancing to see his Ad rubbing the back of his neck in quiet anticipation of his admonition. “What’s keeping you from doing so?” He asked, already fully aware of what had his Commander struggling through a simple meeting.

“Duty, General.”

It was the truth. Both men knew it.

***

The girl poured a fresh cup of caf, smiling at the buzzed, blonde sitting sleepily across the bar from her. Rex had made a surprise visit, more than a week ahead of schedule with more than enough stories to keep her busy and listening for a full weekend. It was one of her favorite things, to sit and sip caf while hearing about the -less gruesome- details of her trooper’s missions.

“-It was hell back there, but at least Anakin didn’t need reinforcements like last time.” Rex shook his head in slight frustration.

A this point she knew about all of the Generals, and almost knew all the clones by name. Of course many had come to see her, but putting names to faces wasn’t always easy. She found that putting names to tattoos and personalities was easiest.

As long as they show their personality.

“I’m glad you survived the Generals antics. Otherwise I wouldn’t get my updates so willingly.” She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of asking Cody to talk about things so willingly. Of course Fives would be willing, but the quality of information was a whole other battle to fight.

“I’ll always come back, as long as you’ve got hot caf on drip.” Rex chuckled, taking a hearty drink from his mug. “I heard through the barracks that you played host to a new guest?”

She smiled almost absentmindedly, looking towards the rocking chair that had sat absent since Commander Wolffe’s overnight stay two weeks ago. “Yes, I did.”

“Angry bastard, isn’t he?” He commented with a light jeer, readjusting himself on the barstool he sat on.

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151 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 19:48:51 GMT

#3

✨Rightful's Masterlist✨

**-Indicates Smut

Other Fun Stuff:

Commentary Track Masterlist

Clones and the Holidays (Christmas Vibes)

The Clone Wars

Commander Wolffe

Blurbs:

Earning A Name

Welcome Company  ***(Completed)***

Pt.1- Midnight Refuge

Pt.2- Duty Always Calls

Pt.3- Nightmares & Knocks on the Wall

Pt.4- Pup

Pt.5- Call in a Favor

Pt.6- Regulations Aside

Pt.7- The Wolfpack

Pt.8- Slow Hands**

Pt.9- Follow Orders

Pt.10- Bargains & Procedures

Pt.11- Still Searching

Pt.12-  By Happenstance

Pt.13- Don’t Deserve You

Pt.14- Make a Deal**

Pt.15- Fight for What’s Yours

"Welcome Company" Timeline Extras:

The House That Smelled Blue ✨350 Follower Celebration✨

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181 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 07:22:05 GMT

#2

Welcome Company "Midnight Refuge"

Author’s Note: Trying my hand at writing for my favorite Clone Commander. Wolffe. The poor baby just needs some love for all the hard work he does.

I could make a continuation if anyone is interested. 

All he could see were rows of civilian housing stretching down the long sidewalk. Direct copies of one another, assigned to all of the GAR’s volunteers who didn’t live close enough for quick recall to the base. Only Wolffe knew what he was looking for amongst the sand-colored houses lining his left and right.

He had been told a flag would be outside the front steps, one with a small transcription in Mando’a. Of course it wasn’t something anyone would pay attention to in such a diverse collection of houses -but to a clone- the writing spelled out something practically unheard of. There would be a key under shade of the porchlight, where he would be free to enter and exit as he pleased so long as the the key was returned to its rightful place.

This place was known to a few. Only spoken about during the harshest of times, by those who saw their brother in need of something that couldn’t be provided by the medbay, or a concerned Jedi General. Captain Rex had spent time here; Matter of fact, so had Cody. But Wolffe… he couldn’t remember who had spoken to him about this place. Or why he’d decided to come during the middle of the night.

The door probably wasn’t even open this late.

He’d laid in his rack for hours, scouring over datapads and battle plans with this place in mind. Going back and forth with the idea of spending just one night away from the sterile smell of the barracks. One night without having to suppress his nightmares that left him rinsing off a hot and heavy layer of sweat in a cold ‘fresher.

He stood at the front door, key in a tightly gloved fist. Staring at the lock with a feeling of pure confusion and terror that no battle had ever left him with. This was new territory, and Wolffe couldn’t remember ever begging for help like he was now. Tonight, he was the one denying himself whatever refuge it was his brothers had found in this place. With another glance at the small flag waving in the midnight air, he read the phrase over and over again, letting the word slowly become more and more inviting with each repetition.

YAIM

Home.

Such a simple word, but so foreign to Wolffe or any of his brothers.

The key slid into the door with ease, telling Wolffe just how many times it had been opened and closed by warriors who had finally reached their end. Only to be told of a place that they would be welcomed. The door swung open freely on its hinge, and a wave of scent hit Wolffe. It was unlike anything he’d smelled before. Some type of flower, he thought. Maybe something not of Coruscant, but surely something he wasn’t able to label. He looked down to see carpet, a mat on the floor and a wooden crate with a small sign hanging above the station. Written neatly on the sign was;

Boots and Armor, If You Wish.

Wolffe felt himself tense at the request. All of his prior instincts said not to, and protect himself from whatever it was that might be lurking further down the foyer. He fisted the key in his palm again, letting the short teeth bite into his palm before turning his gaze towards the door behind him. A deadbolt, inaccessible by the outside, glared at him with a stony silence. It was to be the final step in staying at this place.

He sat the key down on an entry table, and flipped the deadbolt shut. If Rex could do it, so could he. With full hesitation he pulled at the clips on his armor, slowly disrobing of the plastoid with a watchful glare scanning the hallway in front of him. Lastly went his helmet. After everything was settled neatly in their designated places he continued down the hallway, suddenly aware of the padded carpet under his socked feet. It was kriffing strange. Only at the end of the hallway did he see another direction. Another sign, posted at the bottom of a stairway, with that same feminine handwriting that had instructed him to take off his armor.

Sleep, written with an arrow pointing towards the stairwell; Or Food, with an opposing arrow marking a path towards an archway just to his right.

A simple decision, but one that Wolffe still struggled to make in a timely manner. He could see a kitchen just inside the archway, but no lights were on. However there were no lights to be seen at the top of the stairs either. Both options were fairly vague, leaving him to question what the sleeping arrangements were, and how acceptable it was to be served at such a late hour.

Wolffe couldn’t help but think the entire arrangement was made for men like himself though. No formal interactions, and a quiet space with no offending lights for when the entirety of the world was practically overstimulating. Whoever it was doing this, surely knew enough about troopers to understand just how welcoming all of this felt.

After standing there for far too long, he chose the kitchen.

Inside was the picture perfect kitchen Wolffe had only seen in billboard ads. The counter bending around his right side, supported by overhead cabinets and appliances that Wolffe had a general knowledge of, but no personal experience in dealing with. An island split the space between the counter and the wall to his left, with a basket of fruit stacked high and hanging off the sides of the wire basket. Whether it was exhaustion or curiosity, the fruit caught his attention. All shades tinted the fruits: purples, yellows, reds and a particularly interesting teal one that called to Wolffe’s suddenly growing hunger. Not only that, but another sign -much larger than the others- was attached to the wall, glowing a blue light that lit up the room. On it, three questions were asked;

What would you like at breakfast? When must you return? Is contact allowed or not?

Wolffe approached the board slowly, and typed in his answers keeping in mind that he would be forced to return to base by tomorrow night. Also, finding it hard to accept facing anyone after making his arrival at such an unceremonious hour, he declined. Pausing to think hard about what to write for food, Wolffe’s mind swam with how to answer correctly. He’d been told that this place will make anything: From things that troopers couldn’t afford at restaurants, to just supplying more ration bars than they were typically allotted. It had been mentioned once that Rex favored meals at dinner time, but it seemed everyone had their own opinion of what to order.

Whatever is convenient. He typed quickly, hoping that whoever came to check the board wasn’t upset with his lack of specifics. The last thing he wanted to do was create an even bigger issue of his stay than he already felt it to be. Wolffe submitted the link, watching as another page displayed, giving him more information.

There is dinner in the hotbox next to the sink. You are welcome to have anything in the pantry, or refrigerator as well.

Breakfast will be in the hotbox when you come below in the morning. Everything here is at your convenience.

Wolffe turned towards what he assumed to be the hotbox, and opened the door to see a steaming plate of food awaiting him. If it wasn’t for the soreness of his headache he would’ve thought this was a dream. All of it was so well-rehearsed, yet he hadn’t stepped foot in this place once. Yet another reminder of just how many troopers desperately wanted shelter. In all reality, Wolffe knew himself to be no different to his brothers when it came to whoever was providing this service.

The food smelled delicious, and lacked that overall greyish color that mess-hall food always had. In addition to the overly-large serving, three rolls sat at the edge of the plate with steam rolling off of them. Wolffe couldn’t think of describing what it looked like other than homemade. Something like a civilian would come home to after a day at work. Something that his men -and himself- daydreamed about partaking in.

He ate it ferociously; Uncaring of how animalistic he looked while savoring each bite. With no one to watch, there was nothing holding him back from wiping the gravy off the plate with a piece of the bread and shoving it in his mouth appreciatively. Wolffe chided himself all the while, knowing this wasn’t the decorum that was expected of him, yet unable to keep himself from devouring everything like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Only after his plate was empty did Wolffe feel the foreign sensation of actually feeling full. A slight pressure weighing on his stomach becoming far more welcome than he expected to; Nevertheless, trying to shove down the desire to have this kind of feeling after every meal.

Inside one of the cabinets, he procured a glass and filled it with water from the tap; Unwilling to look inside the refrigerator at all the possible things he’d been offered so freely. He emptied it, and after refilling the glass, he took another look at the glowing holoboard. It was slowly fading away into darkness, leaving just the streetlamps glowing outside to light the kitchen. He took another glance at that teal-colored fruit sitting on the island, wondering just what it tasted like before putting his dishes and silverware in the sink, hoping that was where he was supposed to put them.

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#1

Coriolis Effect - pt.1 "Encounters"

Oh Crosshair, what a bitch it has been trying to characterize you based off one episode... But never fear, I've got just the thing to fuck your entire world up.

A/N: I'm happy to begin Coriolis Effect today! Please let me know what you think so far, an any ideas you might have of what's going to happen in the future! I would really appreciate if you would reblog these chapters... it would make my heart -and the algorithm- happy. ♡

***

On Kamino, there are many rules to be followed. Most of them are documented in the fine print on an employment contract before even setting foot on the property. Others are posted on signs in the long, stretching, hallways that are constantly filled with a sterile scent that never goes away. Some are simply spoken, either by the troopers who call it home or by others who’ve been around long enough to extend helpful advice to those who aren’t aware. And then… there are just some rules that aren’t spoken about. The type of guidelines that don’t garner a whisper, but promise a swift punishment of an incomparable kind all too late for reparations to be made. It’s the unspoken rules that get people into trouble on Kamino, and there are few who have ever been reckless enough to flout them. However, when it comes to the unknown there are so many things that can’t be accounted for when making a decision.

Having anything to do with Clone Force 99’s silver-haired sniper was undoubtedly the biggest unspoken rule on Kamino. From cadets in their first year of training, to visiting units who wouldn’t be staying for more than a few days; Crosshair was not someone to be toyed with. Never without his armor, and a ridged posture gave clear indication that stopping him in a hallway was a stupid idea. And if that wasn’t enough his venomous expression and icy personality would be ultimate confirmation to steer clear. His confident strut exuded power and an intense pride that most saw as dangerous. By some unknown reason, after years of living on Kamino it was obvious that some people weren’t satisfied with leaving the enhanced trooper’s silent warning alone.

Some would start small, working inch by inch; Maybe ‘accidentally’ knocking into him in the mess hall, or cutting across the hallway right in his path. Others wanted the attention and caused a scene, happily smarting off at the mouth about how defects are called such for a reason. But no matter what means were used, it always ended up the same. Fists would fly, then the shouting would start, followed by at least two units dog-piling to get the two troopers separated before a med bay visit was required. And throughout all of it, the unbroken promise of punishment would then be imprinted on the minds of those who’d witnessed the fight… at least until someone forgot again.

The first time had been his fault… or at least that was how she’d seen it. Standing in the hall with her datapad in hand, there had been a message sent to her that needed an immediate response. There was a shipment of munitions being unloaded that she was overseeing the progress of. Leaning a shoulder against the wall -believe it or not- to keep out of everyone’s way. Typing away, there wasn’t any sound of boots behind her to announce that a trooper was walking. Nothing to warn her that she was about to break the most dangerous rule on Kamino without even trying.

The sharp edge of Crosshair’s stabilizer bar was at the perfect height to cut across her temple. Jutting out just enough as he walked past to make a thin nick, a tiny bead of crimson dripped towards her cheek. At first she’d not felt it, but when her exploratory fingers came back with tinges of red, she’d immediately grumbled out at the helmeted trooper who’d apparently not felt the contact. He had a long stride that got him a few feet away before she’d found the voice to say something back.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going…” It was an immediate regret. She’d not expected the swift way he turned to face her, deadly silent. “You cut me.”

“Watch your mouth.” His modulated voice was venomously dripping with a careless attitude.

She wanted to put up a fight and at least demand an apology. But it was all she could do to wipe the dribbling blood off her cheek and flick her fingers at the ground in front of his boots. A small splat of the droplets came within inches of falling on the toe of his boot. A silent retribution that made her feel a little better, even though she was standing there mute… and bleeding. The trooper looked down at the crimson splatters on the floor, then back up to her.

“Fuck you.” She growled, turning to walk away where she could get to the med bay so she wouldn’t risk staining her uniform.

The second time wasn’t quite as vicious, but it was obvious to the other men -who wore the same colors as him- that there had been some bad blood between them. She’d been following one of the guard-troopers to a unit of cadets who were being assigned their first blasters. Too focused on watching the trooper push the crate of DC-17’s she was entrusted with delivering. She’d turned a corner far too quickly as she tried to keep pace with the long-legged man when she ran into a black and red wall. Her face met hard plastoid, the force of it knocking her to the floor with a groan. She reached for her nose, thankful when she felt that it hadn’t been broken.

Unfortunately, as her escort-trooper helped her to her feet she made eye-contact with the same trooper who’d cut her a few months back. Well… he was wearing his helmet again, but it was obvious that he was staring at her with the same intensity from before. That same feeling of nervousness mixing with the desire to fight back against his uncaring attitude. She shook off the troopers hands when she found her feet, noticing that another four men stood behind him all with their helmets on as well. All of them looked a little more shocked, and one of them -with goggles- was quick to ask if she was okay.

“She’s made it a habit…” Her unfortunate acquaintance said dryly, looking to his brothers with a small shake of his head.

Her snarl of a scowl made quite the impression on the trooper when he turned to look at her again, visibly straitening his shoulders in response. It was a small satisfaction, but the way his hands fisted at his sides made it clear she was only pushing her luck further. Not to mention, the trooper accompanying her was literally trying to pull her out of the staring match that had developed between them. His quiet advice to ‘let it go’ wasn’t lost on her, but there was nothing keeping her from turning away. This trooper was begging for a challenge, and she was motivated to give it to him. Even if she was trembling from again standing up to him.

“I’ll have your helmet hanging in my office, trooper.” Her entire body shook with the urge to show just how patient she’d been the first time they’d met. He flinched in a microscopic way. She felt that she’d actually won this time, finally seeing him break from the stoic posture always holding him so stiffly. Even if it was small that movement was all she needed to please the trooper still tugging at her shoulders.

That second incident was almost six months ago, and after five or six more flights to Kamino she was more than happy to report that she’d not seen that prick of a trooper, or his unit, since.

On a happier note, she’d finally been assigned to Kamino full time. Leaving the countless trips back and forth from Coruscant a thing of the past. With little reason to stay in the capital city, she’d been almost excited to see her apartment emptied into the two rucksacks she’d been limited to bringing with her. The shuttle ride had been a bittersweet one, with a few of the troopers aboard so used to spending their trips back and forth hauling her and her shipments along. They’d been terribly sweet, even feeling strongly enough to give her a short hug before there were too many eyes watching the unloading. She’d been shown to her quarters by a guard-trooper, who’d also been helpful in pointing out the areas of interest that she was already familiar with, but too polite to interrupt.

Her quarters were small, curved walls like everywhere else on Kamino that made the room feel like she was inside a duracrete bubble. Expecting everything to be dormitory-style, she’d been surprised to see a personal refresher off to the right of the entry door, and even a small caf machine sitting on an otherwise blank desk against the back wall. Her bed was a little less than comfortable but she’d not expected much more from the strangely unsleeping Kaminoian’s. With only two bags of personal items to her name calling her transition a ‘new beginning’ wasn’t exactly far from the truth.

Like any day before, she’d been stuck inside her office mulling over the endless tabs of files and shipment orders being sent to her personal collection of five datapads. Alerts sounded at all hours of the day, limiting her sleep schedule to appointment times and whenever she’d pass out from exhaustion. Caf fueled her ability to get her work done and still keep up with the physical requirements that were expected of her. From what her records showed, there were at least five units that based their supply-stock out of Kamino, and that meant she was constantly inside the armory. She had her hands on every handgun and ion bomb brought through the doors; Checking for defects and any other shortcomings that would render the particular ordinance unusable by the soldiers who would use them.

“What’s on the docket today boys?” Her smile for the troopers was bright, but it was hiding the lack of sleep she’d been ignoring for the past few days. Even the question was unnecessary… she knew that it was a shipment of gunship artillery that was three days late from the factory. However making conversation with the men seemed to help everyone’s morale.

“Well Duchess, I’d say enough firepower to make the Seperatists cry.” One of the troopers laughed, joining alongside his brother to help lift one of the crates onto a speeder that would haul it to the armory.

A small smile tugged at her lips at the use of the moniker. It hadn’t been spoken a lot until word spread that she was the one in charge of getting their war-toys delivered on time. After that got around to all the troopers, they’d been quick to make sure she knew just how important her job was to them. Although she wasn’t much for being ‘royalty’ there was a lot to be said about how adamant they all were about giving her a name like themselves. An admission into their world, going far enough to give her a title far more suggestive to their appreciation than she believed deserving of.

“Let’s hope your right. I’m going to make sure they haven’t shorted us again like they did last time.” She jumped onto the back of the speeder, and squatting down to open the lid to the crate. Quick math and a few recollections on the shipment details later, she gave the nod of approval for the rest of them to be loaded in around her while she did her habitual checks.

“Duchess, you coming to the mess for dinner?” One of the more shy troopers asked once the speeder was full, leaving him leaning against it like he was too weak to ask without the support. She suppressed the urge to giggle at his nervous posture, sensing that there was probably a bet on the line. Considering that all his help had vanished somewhere amidst all the traffic inside the hangar.

“I’ll probably take it to go, trooper. But I’ll look for you while I’m there.” She gave a friendly wave, practically seeing the steam roll out from under his bucket. For men that were so unbelievably talented at what they did, it was hard to remember that when it came to any type of normal human interaction, they were all miserably lacking. At least… these on Kamino were. Others hadn’t been this shy.

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[allzelemonz]

Finding and Feeling (3.2): A Drink

Pairing Type: M/M Rating: M/Language Warnings: Cannon event, drinking, awkward encounter, mutual pining, idiots in love Summary: Bill just wants to have a drink, maybe Kieran should have one too. Other Chapters

It’s been a long week for Bill. Moving camps means finding new leads in the area, not to mention the relationship with the Gray’s Dutch entrusted him with. He was glad to find that bottle on his bed. While any sensible person may try to guess who it’s from, Bill is far too tired to care. He’s been waiting for the opportunity to drink it and today is perfect, nice weather and all.

As he drinks, Bill stares around, eyes naturally looking for Kieran. It doesn’t take long for him to find him on a stump a few feet away and Bill watches him scrub the saddle with a few glances over his shoulder. After a very long and confusing series of talks with Javier, Bill’s not so ashamed of himself anymore.

Which is why he makes a very spur of the moment decision to try and talk to the boy.

“Hey, O’Driscoll!” Bill calls, mentally snipping at himself for calling Kieran that. “Why don’ ya come here an’ sit down.”

Kieran stops dead in his tracks. “I ain’t no O’Driscoll…” Kieran says with shaky breaths. “I swear, I proved myself.”

Something about being corrected makes Bill red in the face. “Alright, will ya take it easy?” He grumbles. “I’m just messin’ with ya…” Bill racks his brain on how to speak English for a moment. “So, uh… what’re you… I mean where…” He stammers over his words, tightening his grip on the bottle to remind himself what he wants. “You wanna have a drink?”

Kieran shifts on his feet nervously. “Oh, no thank ya, sir.”

Something snaps in Bill’s head. He could take whatever he wanted from Kieran. Anything at all, but all he’s asking for is a damn drink and the boy just stands there like an idiot. He turns to face him, holding out the bottle. “Have. A goddamn. Drink!”

Kieran curls in on himself slightly. “Okay.” He mutters in a squeak of a voice.

Then he moves forward, taking the bottle and turning it upright for several long gulps. Bill watches, a little surprised by the action, before smiling to himself and enjoying the sight. When Kieran’s had his fill, he holds the bottle out to Bill and the older man looks between the half-empty bottle and Kieran for a moment.

“Well… have another drink.” Bill says, trying to sound nice.

“W-I can’t right now…sir, I-I…” Kieran sets the bottle down on the table. “I gotta go help with the horses… sorry, excuse me.”

Bill stares in shock as Kieran walks away. “With the horses? Wait a minute, come on back here! Well, come on back here, ya hear?”

Bill sighs, grabbing the bottle and muttering a swear to himself. He thought he was getting somewhere for once. Kieran actually came close to him without a pair of gelding tongs in the mix. For a moment, he stares at the bottle. A bottle that Kieran drank from. Bill slowly lifts it to his lips and drinks, wishing he could get some sensation that Kieran left behind.

[itonje]

How did you get into Arthurian legend? I don't know where to start!

hi omg sorry for getting to this late but uh i alwaysss recommend my mutual @/gringolet's post on an intro to arthuriana which covers most of it but hmmm if you're asking me how i went about it i started semi chronologically with uh some early arthurian adjacent docs irt to subroman britain (i dont recommend this. dont do this have fun) and made my way up to historia regum britanniae (i do recommend this one but you can just read the arthurian parts if you dont want to read anything else lol..) also i recommend reading other pseudohistories! layamon's brut and historia gentis scotorum are my favs but wace's roman de brut is good as well..then when you get to romances most famously there are the romances of chretien de troyes. my favorite is lancelot, knight of the cart but it is...a lot. yvain, knight of the lion is also very good i recommend that as well. perceval, or the story of the grail is unfinished so fair warning but there are lots of other grail narratives if thats your thing (my personal favorites are parzival, peredur fab effrawg, and the didot perceval. i really like perceval stories lol) also theres the epigonal romances and like thats an entire thing in itself but my favorite of all of them has to be meraugis de portlesguez it is so entertaining it is more entertaining than a lot of modern stuff ive read honestly.

if you're looking for prose romances, there is...the lancelot grail cycle, or the vulgate, which is really long and has a lot of content it is where most of the most popular arthurian traditions originate. then there's the post vulgate which is a sort of a condensed version of it? ive not read either i dont know how much they differ lol. i know that it features more tristan and iseult stuff which is like, if you like or want to read tristan and iseult stuff this post is really good also by my mutual @/tillman i personally am not really invested in the tristan and iseult stuff but like. that is a personal thing lol. also irt to prose stuff the three romances of the mabinogi + culhwch ac olwen + breuddwyd rhonabwy are the arthurian stories in the book but i just recommend it in general it is so good. it is so good please god read the mabinogion im a big fan of welsh arthuriana in general so if you want to have more recs for that specifically lol...

also yes i will talk about the english stuff now cause thats what people like well layamons brut is in like..extremely archaic english but there's also the prose merlin (highly recommend but it is hard to find a translation online that's in like. contemporary english), there's also lancelot of the laik which is great, the alliterative morte arthure which is probably one of my favs it is excellent but then again i like the iliad so maybe i'm a biased slut for war epics (also yeah its a war epic lol). um also theres sir gawain and the green knight which i know is like the most famous of all of them and theres a movie coming out and whatnot and like its fine. its a good starter because it tells a very contained story on its own it doesnt expect you to understand everything ab arthurs court its very entertaining but imo i would read other romances featuring gawaine before this one (which is basically like. all the verse romances lol hes a popular character. my little meow meow). speaking of gawaine the dutch romances (which feature him. heavily) are good. theyre very good and i recommend them highly they also tell contained, highly entertaining stories um id start with moriaen (which is what i started with) and then skip around from there they're all great tho.

um now everyone's wanting me to say it which is uh. lets talk about le morte darthur! i dont recommend it as a starter text even tho i read it like really early on myself so do what you want however id say get one of those like, condensed versions like howard pyles king arthur, andrew langs book of romance, beatrice clay rodger lancelyn green and henry firth bc they all tell condensions of it and id keep it on you while youre reading the original thing just in case like things dont make sense or whatever lol plotwise. le morte is a very late text, and it is very strange for an arthurian text so like idk why people say to read it first because. if i had to say read any arthurian medieval text last. it would honestly be this one because there is such a beautiful finality to it.

i do recommend it though but fair warning that things presented in le morte are like. not the same across all texts? thats something you should keep in mind in general like a lot of these texts are from diff cultures diff languages with their own shifted traditions of arthurian stuff so just in case theres contradictions or whatever between them even in the texts itself (i am looking at you geoffrey of monmouth and anna's family tree) like, dont sweat it or whatever theyre just weird like that. its like comics or whatnot.

anyways this is all to say you have a lot of places to start and pick around from id recommend shorter stuff first and stuff whose translations are usually pretty accessible and contemporary (this is why i highly recommend de troyes' romances in the beginning) just to get used to it cause the 'plot' structure of these things esp in the verse romances is like a bit different than modern lit so i know that can be offputting for some people. like i said like modern condensions of arthurian stuff are invaluable, so are um indexes? there's a couple i don't know if there are any pdfs floating online but i know they usually carry them at libraries and whatnot...

there's a lot of modern modern stuff i dont know about any of it. i couldnt even tell you about bbc merlin i am quite stupid in regard to it. i do know a fair bit about victorian stuff which is modern tho! i should make a post on that but like tldr victorian arthurian poetry good. most of it. victorian arthurian content tho is really in a whole different world as compared to medieval lit so like. well leave all the generally post medieval stuff off for a min asjkldfskld

so like. yeah have fun i know i didnt leave any links on this post (mostly) but if you want any text i mention here please please ask me i WILL send you a pdf guaranteed except for the vulgate and the post vulgate i have not read those and afaik they are hard to come by. i dont know of any pdfs of arthurian indexes if you want one but i could try to find one..?

anyways yeah if this is confusing im sorry 😭😭😭ive answered a question like this a couple times as well jic ehehe https://itonje.tumblr.com/post/641224624484581376/could-i-ask-how-you-got-started-in-arthurian

https://itonje.tumblr.com/post/651581606366265344/hey-finny-im-so-sorry-to-bother-you-but-a-week

[sadman-morgan]

Dance of Devotion

pairing: arthur morgan x female!reader

summary: A horribly shy Arthur struggles to gain the courage to ask you to dance. 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none, other than extreme fluff with one cowboy.

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Arthur Morgan was a man not to fuck with. A life of crime and countless near-death experiences had him hardened more than diamond, but anyone close to him could confirm his heart of gold, and soul of pure devotion. 

For years Arthur had believed that nothing could truly touch him. Nothing could break and pull out his true gooey, sugary-sweet interior. 

All that changed the second he laid eyes on you.

You had been in camp for a few weeks now, instantly hitting it off with most of the other girls in camp. Over the past few weeks, you had grown particularly close with Mary-Beth and Sadie. All very different in personality and taste but still comfortable in each other’s company. You were frequently seen in Mary-Beth’s lap, her fingers intertwined in your hair, always giving you some elaborate style. 

As you stood from the ground a mirror was placed in your hand, courtesy of your friend. 

As you checked yourself out in the small handheld mirror, your mouth widened into a smile. 

“Aww, Mary-Beth you’re too sweet. Thank you!” you gushed.

“Don’t mention it y/n, glad you like it. You look gorgeous,” she replied.

A broad man who lingered in the background took an immediate liking to your new hairstyle. A man who you were barely acquainted with, other than awkward run-ins. Too many times you had bumped into him, or he raced over to help if you had shown any difficulty with a chore. You didn’t know him all too well, but he seemed like a wreck. If he wasn’t stammering over his words and making a fool of himself, he’d be on the other side of camp. Ignoring you, out of sight but never out of mind. If anything, you had consumed him. Most of his thoughts were related to you in some manner, even though less than a hundred of his words were spoken to you. 

This man of mystery stood alongside his older of two fathers. They were deep in conversation before you appeared. As soon as you caught his eye, he transported a million miles away.

His eyes dawdled towards you, following your every step towards your other camp friends. 

“arthur…?” an ignored voice said as his eyes continued to follow you. 

“Arthur..?” the aged voice continued. 

“ARTHUR!” the voice continued, causing Arthur to jump. 

“Christ! I’m here.” 

“Have you even been listening to me the past few minutes? You’re..gone,” 

Arthur inhaled and began to nod, before giving up and shaking his head. 

Hosea sighed, glancing over in your direction before looking up at Arthur’s eyes. 

Hosea chuckled, “You’re head over heels for that girl, son. Do you even know her name?” 

“Yeah, y/n,” He replied. 

“Have you spoken to her?” 

“Yeah, but- I...I’ve….mumbled...few things.” 

Hosea sighed again, “You’re killing me, Arthur,”

“I think you should talk to her... think you’d get along well.”

“I’ve tried Hosea. I feel like I can talk to her, but the second I see her eyes I just…” 

“Feel stupid?” Hosea questioned.

“Yeah...feel stupid.” Arthur trailed off. 

“That’s how you’re supposed to feel…

...you’re in love with her, son” 

Arthur sighed, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I’ll..I’ll talk to her, Arthur.”

“Thanks, Hosea,” he said. 

A few days passed with no word. 

No word from Hosea, and only a few words from a painfully shy, y/n. 

He was never good at hiding these types of feelings, other camp members began to notice the way you’d make the Arthur Morgan sweat bullets and shake in his boots. 

A slender, grey-haired man approached the end of your cot. 

“y/n? Can I speak with you for a moment?” He said.

“Did I do something wrong?” 

“Do you have something to hide? You didn’t do anything but come over” the man said, forming a “come here” motion with his hands. 

You stood and quietly followed Hosea to his tent, standing at the side for good measure. 

“Come in!” he exclaimed. 

“y/n, have you frequently spoken to my boy? Arthur?”

A puzzling thought crossed your face. 

“Arthur..arthur..?” you thought as an “aw shit” look crossed your face.

“That the real tall one, right? Broad? Long hair?” 

“That’s the one!” he exclaimed. 

“Aw, shit. Is he mad at me? I may have bumped into him a few times, swear it was an accident. I didn’t mean anyth-” your face went red.

“Woah! No! He’s not angry. I just wanted to you something.”

“I’ve noticed your liking to my husband’s gramophone. Don’t fully understand how, makes me want to shoot him sometimes but to each his own.”

Hosea walked towards a pile of aged records, taking a sleeve and placing it in your hands. It wasn’t one you recognized. 

As you inspected the sleeve, Hosea shared the history of the record in your hands.” 

“That one’s a real important piece in this camp, been one of Arthur’s favorites since he was young.”  

You smiled softly, still admiring the record in the worn sleeve. 

“Can we listen to it sometime?” you asked.

“Sure,” Hosea nodded. “Would be a nice change from the two songs Dutch constantly plays. We haven’t heard this one in a while,”

You returned the worn record to Hosea and spoke about various camp-related topics before both exiting the tent and scattering away. 

Arthur peered over at you before shaking his head, laughing at himself at the idea of making a move. 

“You god damn fool,” He murmured to himself. 

Over the course of the day, the vibe of his fathers did a complete 180. Once semi-approachable men now turned schoolgirls whenever their son was in sight. Hiding their mouths as they whispered to each other, followed by incessant giggling. 

You’d taken notice of these new mannerisms from Dutch and Hosea, and the way Arthur’s face turned a bright red out of embarrassment and fear from it. But, there was nothing to do or say to shake them off Arthur’s back or make him feel better. Hell, you’d probably make him feel worse. 

The night crept into the night as a handful of fellow camp members gathered around a fire, sitting on various logs and other items they came across in travel. The only seat remaining was the place on your right, and Arthur was nowhere to be found. 

 Soft footsteps filled the distant void as Hosea glanced towards the source. 

“Arthur, my boy! Come join us! There’s an empty seat next to y/n.” 

Arthur quickly looked you in the eyes and grew flustered before you flashed a shy smile. 

“Nothing to be anxious about, come over,” 

Sighing in defeat, Arthur came over and sat beside you, Irregularly bouncing his leg out of nervousness. 

The night carried on as you and your fellow camp members told stories, listened to Dutch’s gramophone, and cracked jokes. 

After a while, most of the camp had gone to bed. Remaining members including Arthur, Hosea, Dutch, Charles, and you. 

Gravity began to take its toll on your eyelids, begging you to go to sleep. 

You started to nod off in your seat and slowly tilted towards your right, as you fell against a startled muscled torso, you jolted upwards. 

“Shit! I’m sorry” You said

“Got nothing to say sorry for” He murmured, “I- you’re welcome to lay on me if you like. You ain’t doing any harm ” 

You nodded and returned your head back to his shoulder as you both exhaled. 

He silently and carefully tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

Arthur looked up at his older of two fathers, who had mouthed “good job” to him, to which he blushed and rolled his eyes. 

As you laid against each other, Hosea stood to attend to the gramophone, changing out the soon ending record to something more appropriate for the late evening. 

Hosea sat back down at the fire and waited for a reaction as the new song began to play. 

You felt Arthur jump in his seat as the song began to play. 

Arthur glanced over at Hosea. 

“I believe in you. Do what feels right,” he mouthed. 

Hosea and Dutch stood from their seats, 

‘Arthur, y/n, think it’s time we packed it in for the night. You’re free to stay here though.”

After exchanging your good nights, the curious couple disappeared for the night, their unruly son silently sitting beside you. 

“Haven’t heard this one in a while” He chuckled.

“Y’know, this...song’s real important to me,” he said.

“Been one of my favorites since I joined this gang” 

“Is that so?” you questioned. 

“Mhm,” he pleasantly said. 

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. 

“Y/n, will...will you dance with me?” He quickly spat out. 

“Arthur..I,”

“I’m sorry for asking, sorry for bother-”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” He questioned. 

“Yes.” You repeated. 

“Yes, Arthur. I’ll gladly dance with you,” you said with a smile. 

Arthur stood up, taking your hand to help you to your feet.

Your hands brushed as you walked a few feet away from the fire, gramophone still audible. 

You nervously looked at each other in the eyes before he took your hand again, pulling you into him as you mutually swayed along to the song that had meant the world to him. Occasionally you separated, allowing you to twirl. 

“To be honest y/n, I...I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” he mumbled into your hair.

“Me too,” you said. 

With your arms wrapped around each other, you lovingly danced under the buffet of brightly lit stars throughout the majority of the song before Arthur stood dead in his tracks and pulled you away. 

The soul-piercing eye contact continued for a quick moment.

“y/n, can I..can I kiss you?” he asked.

You exhaled with a smile and nodded, pulling him closer to you. 

You stood on your toes as he returned his arm around your waist, ever so slightly raising you off the ground. Your lips met slowly for the very first time, but hopefully not the last.

You began to melt into his comforting embrace as time appeared to stand still. Neither of you could say if the song had ended or somehow was still continuing. 

Time resumed as you finally pulled away, both mildly chuckling out of awkwardness. 

“Thank you,” you said with a shy smile.

“Don’t mention it, thank you as well,” he responded. 

“It’s getting real late now, we should probably head to sleep.” he said.

You nodded, “goodnight Arthur, see you tomorrow,” 

“See you tomorrow,” he said. 

Your tents were on the opposite ends of camp. As he turned around towards his tent, he pumped his fist in victory. 

A nearby eye peeked around outside his tent flap and over at his victorious son. 

“He did it,” Hosea said to Dutch. 

“Mission accomplished?” Dutch mumbled. 

“Mission accomplished,” Hosea said. 

For years Arthur had believed that nothing could truly touch him. Nothing could break and pull out his true gooey, sugary-sweet interior. 

All that changed the second he laid eyes on you.

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an: thanks for the request, anon! Hope you enjoy! 

[vanessaivess]

get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means i want to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing.

i was tagged by @tawarwaith and @mirkwooded, thank you love you 🥰 also, sorry it took so long! i kept rewriting it cause everything felt like oversharing, so i’ll just do quick one liners, the first things that come to mind

1. one of the only books that actually made me cry was hwang sun mi’s the hen who dreamed she could fly 

2. now that my hair is long i’m obsessed with dutch braiding it (note i said im obsessed with it, not that im good at it) 

3. i naturally wake up almost every day at 6:30 because of a terrifying alarm clock i had in middle school

4. i love the scent of argan oil, it makes me think of itachi uchiha (don’t ask me why, i simply perceive the truth) 

5. i have two cats, kimchi (left) and amber (right), they’re little bastards and i love them 

i’m tagging @bijespers @saziye @nemesist and @boromirsshield (no pressure, of course 💕) 

[neon-junkie]

A One Time Thing?

Summary: Sure, they've had a fling before, but this time it's a one time thing... isn't it?

Pairing: Javier Escuella x John Marston

Word Count: 2471

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Friends to lovers, Mutual masturbation, Smut, Drinking, P*rn without a plot, Slight angst.

Notes: I’ve never wrote any Jovier before so go easy on me here xD

Neither of them is sure if it's the whiskey that set fire to the fuse of sexual tension that has been burning for months, but both of them had been itching for another encounter. They've locked eyes with each other every day since, usually multiple times a day, and the tension burns a little stronger each time. Not to mention the lowkey flirting and suggestive hints, the way their knees would always rest against each other when they were sat at the campfire, or the way their hands would linger together for a little too long when they split their earnings from a job. The bubble has finally burst tonight. Javier and John had been asked to both be on guard duty tonight; Dutch was being extra cautious since that man recognized Arthur from Blackwater, so better safe than sorry. But instead of patrolling the camp as normal, the two of them had sat by the scout campfire to try and keep warm, seeing as the Heartlands was rather chilly around this time of the year, not to mention the chill from the dead of night. A bottle of whiskey was shared, and one thing always leads to another.

"So needy," Javier tells John between kisses, placing his hands onto his chest as he swings one leg over and straddles John. John automatically bucks his hips up, rutting his hardening cock against Javiers. "So impatient," Javier adds, smiling throughout the kiss. "Can you blame me?" John asks. "I can blame you for not learning patience, yes," Javier replies. "Maybe I'll have to teach you." "Hell, I've been patient! It's been months, you know. You can't shame me for gettin' needy now," John laughs. "Fair play," Javier smiles as he presses his lips to Johns again. Their mouths part within time and their tongues are re-introduced, making John whimper. Javier knows too well how much John enjoys that, even more when Javier begins to rut his crotch against Johns. Javiers fingers find their way into Johns hair, gripping his head in place as Johns grabs at Javiers waistcoat, eventually sliding down to grip at his ass. Javier breaks the kiss and tightens his grip on Johns hair, eyes half-lidded as he huskily asks John "You wanna take me, Marston?" "Please," John sighs. The last time they'd ended up like this, all they managed to do was jerk their cocks together whilst a finger found its way into Johns ass, though he couldn't take much more. But Javier had spent countless nights whispering Johns name into the dark as he prepped himself, moving past that new burning feeling, and was now hungry to finally take him. "Good," Javier replies. He shuffles back ever so slightly so he can reach down and begin to unbutton Johns pants, John watching him with a grin, though his smile fades into a moan when Javier pulls his length out and begins to slowly stroke him. Sure, maybe the two of them shouldn't be doing this on the edge of camp. For once, nobody else is awake, nobody is awake drinking or spending their time by the campfire rather than sleeping. And if somebody were to wake up, then hopefully they'd notice the disturbance before it noticed them. John sighs again, lying back against the log. His eyes flick between watching Javier stroke him, to admiring that smug expression Javier has on his face. Or what John can see of his face as Javiers back is facing the campfire, his face dark and a handful of loose strands of hair covering his face. John reaches forward to unbutton Javiers pants, thankful that the two of them had taken their gunbelts off a long time ago. He pulls his length out and after a slow pump, a bead of precum falls from Javiers cock straight onto Johns, making John moan a little louder than he should have. "That it? Is that all I need to do to make you whine like that?" Javier teases. "It was hot, alright?" John shrugs. Javier lets out a laugh before telling John to "come here." He shuffles his hips forward and pushes them down so his cock presses against Johns. Javier moves Johns hand away and replaces it with his own, stroking their cocks together whilst slowly rutting his hips. Javiers hand barely wraps around them both; they both feel so heavy, rock-solid, and similar in size. John watches hungrily, his hands resting on Javiers thighs, slowly trailing up to grab his ass again and encourage his hips to grind down a little harder. "I ain't gonna last long if you keep doin' that," John tells him. "Already?" Javier mocks. "Alright," he shakes his head, letting go of them. John whimpers but watched eagerly as Javier de-mounts him, spinning John around so he can lie beside the log he was just leaning against, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches Javier move down his body. John has to bite his bottom lip to keep himself quiet when Javier ducks his head down and swirls his tongue around the tip of Johns cock, Javiers hand lazily stroking him as he focuses on the tip. He soon takes Johns length into his mouth, only because John was whimpering like a poor puppy. His whimpers quickly turn into moans, and he bites his knuckles to try and keep himself quiet. "Cállate," Javier tells John. "Be quiet. You wanna get caught?" "Javier, I'm sorry," John mumbles, his knuckles still pressed between his teeth. Javier tuts him and rolls his eyes, but moves his mouth back onto Johns length. His hand works the base where his mouth can't quite reach, whilst his tongue rubs along the underside of his shaft. Every so often, Javier pops his mouth off just so he can swirl his tongue around Johns tip, his eyes opening so he can lock them with Johns, who looks like he's about to explode from the sight. The campfire continues to crackle and burn, highlighting all of Javiers features, reflecting off his raven black hair and tanned skin. The sight of him alone is enough to make Johns heart flutter, but the lighting seems to make his stomach turn, as well as making his cock throb. Javier moves off Johns cock for a moment, quickly shuffling his pants down to his thighs, exposing his ass and length. He leans forward towards John, placing two of his fingers on Johns lips. "Suck," Javier orders, and John does so in a heartbeat. He slicks Javiers fingers up, a trail of spit hanging from his mouth as Javier eventually pulls his fingers out, the trail soon breaking as Javier moves his fingers down so he can begin to prep himself. The position is a little awkward, but Javier manages to pop Johns cock back into his mouth whilst he fingers his own ass. "Shit! Javier, that's really hot," John sighs, reaching one hand down to brush Javiers hair from his eyes and hold it off his face. Javier doesn't reply, but he does flick his eyes up to meet Johns again. He can feel Johns length twitch in his mouth as his eyes lock onto Johns, and this time, John lets out a moan that is loud enough to wake anybody nearby. "Javier, I'm gonna-" "Do it," Javier cuts him off. "Means you'll last longer when you slide into me." John whimpers in response, his balls emptying the second Javier puts his mouth back onto Johns cock. Javier always seems to surprise John, as he pulls off his cock and swallows his load, licking his lips afterward. John sighs again, feeling like putty in Javiers hands. He sits upright, stealing a kiss from Javier, the flavour of his load strong on Javiers lips but John doesn't mind. "You ready, my love?" John asks as he breaks the kiss, well aware that Javiers still prepping himself. "I didn't know I was your armor, John," Javier replies with a grin. "I- that didn't mean to slip out, alright?" John stutters, realizing what he'd just called Javier. "I'm ready for you, niño bonito," Javier replies as he slips his fingers out, wiping them off on his thigh. "N-Nio what?" John asks with a laugh. "It doesn't matter, come on," Javier says as he urges John up. Javier shuffles about, positioning himself against the log. His elbows are resting on it, knees slightly apart, and looking over his shoulder at John, who seems frozen in the moment from the sight of Javier waiting patiently for John to enter him. "I know it's cold out, but you can't be frozen already, can you?" Javier teases, snapping John out of his gaze. "Can a fella not admire you, huh?" John shakes his head as he moves behind Javier, lowering his own pants around his thighs and taking the base of his cock in his hand. "You can do your admiring when you're inside of me," Javier says, still looking over his shoulder at John, who lets out a moan in response. Johns eyes move from Javiers so he can line himself up, slowly pushing inside, using Javiers spit as lube. There's a slight burning sensation when John enters, but Javiers prepped himself well enough so that after a few minutes of some extremely slow thrusting, John can begin to pick up the pace. John tries to keep it down but he's been waiting for this for far too long; the sound of skin against skin can be heard, along with their hushed moans. He's not thrusting too hard or deep, worried that Javier is still hurting slightly, but John soon realizes he's not when Javier looks over his shoulder at him. "That all you got, Marston?" Javier asks, making Johns cock throb. "If you don't want me to hold back, then I won't," John shrugs. "Good. Don't." John takes a firm grip on Javiers hips, his fingertips pressed firmly, almost tight enough to leave bruises. Javiers head snaps forward as he lets out a choked moan, feeling Johns cock hit his core as the other man finally stops holding back. There's nobody awake to see them like this, and if for any reason, somebody does, then they're certain that person will mind their business and go wash the image away with a few bottles of liquor. Johns eyes flick between watching his cock enter Javier, to admiring the way Javier is gripping onto that log for dear life. Javier lowers himself onto his elbows, his head struggling to stay up, letting out moan after moan as he screws his eyes shut. "Head up, darlin'," John orders him as he reaches forward and takes hold of Javiers hair, slipping off his hair tie so he can brush his fingers into Javiers dark locks and pull his head up. He keeps a firm grip on Javiers hair as he pounds him, moving his body to the side slightly so Javiers face comes into his line of view. Javiers mouth remains parted, but his eyes flick open to catch Johns. "John," Javier moans, making Johns cheeks turn red. "Javier," John moans back, though it sounds slightly like a question. "You close?" Javier asks. "Yeah," John replies with a small nod. "Good," Javier replies as he reaches down between his legs and begins to jerk himself off, still propping his body up with his other elbow resting on the log. "Shit," John sighs as he leans upright, removing his hand from Javiers hair and moving it back onto his hip. John picks up the pace of his thrusts again, knocking against that spot inside of Javier almost straight away. A whimper escapes Javiers lips as he mumbles "do that again." So, John does, managing to roll his hips perfectly so he hits Javiers prostate with every thrust. "Ah!" Javier moans. "John," he whimpers again, leaning his body down so he's practically draped over the log, his muscles far too weak to hold his weight up. "Wish you could see how good you look right now," John tells him. "Why don't you continue to show me how good I look instead, hm?" Javier asks as his eyes peek over, looking over his shoulder at the man sheathed inside of him. "Shit," John sighs at his comment. "Where can I-" "-Inside," Javier tells him as he cuts his question off. "You sure-" "-Yes," Javier says with a nod, cutting him off again. John can't complain, and he definitely doesn't want to. Another few thrusts and John's spilling his load inside of Javier with his name escaping his lips. Javier follows shortly after, his load hitting the earth below and the log he's leaning over. They're a panting and sweaty mess, their hair clinging onto their foreheads. John finally pulls out and gets to his feet, looking around the campfire for his hat as he pulls his pants up. Javier was smart enough to place his hat down on the stool, so he's dressed before John. "Here," Javier says as he places Johns hat on his head after watching him search for it despite it being straight in front of him. "Thanks," John replies. Their eyes meet and in sync, the two lean in to kiss but both stop themselves. Tension can be felt in the air, but John breaks it as he steals a kiss from Javier, who melts into his touch. "Come on, you. Gotta go wake up whoever's next on shift," Javier tells him as he breaks the kiss. "Alright, alright," John says with a shrug, walking a little too closely to Javier as they stroll back into camp. Javiers about to kick the foot to wake up whatever poor soul is next on shift, but John quickly stops him. "Hey..." he trails off. "Is this a... eh... one time thing? Again?" John finally asks. "You tell me," Javier shrugs. "You've got a family, John. Can't be getting too caught up in this mess," Javier says under his breath, quiet enough not to wake anybody. "Yeah, you're right... well..." John trails off as he stares at the ground, trying to find the right words to say. "We'll just see what happens, huh?" "Indeed, we will," Javier replies. Johns about to speak again but Javiers already kicked the camp members' foot, waking them from their slumber. John is quick to turn heel and walk off to his tent, looking back at Javier as he talks to them. This is a mess, isn't it? The way John looks at Javier, and those expressions Javier sends back his way. Maybe in another life, things will be different. But for this life, John has a family to focus on, though he can't help being tempted by the sin that is that man. John will just have to wait and see what happens.