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🌲 Sleeping bag / for Fish & Charlie in the PJO AU @imprvdente

There Was Only One Bed Variants

"Remind me why we only have one sleeping bag?" Charlie asked, rubbing his head as he stared down at the item in question with a bewildered expression. He swore they'd packed two. Was he imagining it, or had they lost one somewhere? And if they'd lost one, where was it now?

Did it even matter? If they had had a second sleeping bag at one point, it was presumably long gone now, therefore the more important question was what they were going to do now.

They could sleep in shifts? Was that a good idea? No... No, it probably wasn't. Then they'd have to spend twice as long resting.

"Um. Well, is it going to be cold tonight? We could share, but..."

But that would be bit awkward, wouldn't it? Especially considering that it was definitely sized with a single person in mind!

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"Oh. Um..."

She was right out of the gate with the tricky questions, it seemed. Questions about favourites and preferences could be difficult for Charlie. He'd spent a lifetime being one person, only to have it all change in the blink of an eye. Now, his prior preferences had been wiped away, replaced with... Well, that was the question, wasn't it?

Charlie didn't really read anymore. He could still read, obviously, but he didn't really enjoy it. It could be a struggle to focus, and he often found himself forgetting what had happened on the prior page. The whole process had become frustrating, and even if he looked past that, when was the last time he had read for fun before the injury? Sure, he'd done it in his youth, but he had been far too busy for a lot of his adult life.

"I don't know," Charlie admitted after a short pause. He didn't explain why he didn't know, nor did he offer any potential answers. Instead, all he did was shrug and smile like nothing was wrong.

"What would your book be?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @imjustanauthor

Fish beamed happily at Charlie, trusting he would indeed sort it all out. She liked organising most things herself, but then again she hadn't taken a vacation in years, so she clearly wasn't good at organising things. Or taking vacation. "Deal," she replied, settling comfortably into her seat.

She looked into her binoculars, but there was no movement outside. The night was going to be long, but Fish didn't really mind. She was having a good time on her date, as unusual as it was.

"We can do that," she hummed playfully, putting the binoculars back on her thighs. "I'll go first. What would be your desert island book? If you could only bring one book to a deserted island, you know? Which one would it be?"

[charlie-baxter]

trans orc boyfriend whose strong hips can support a huge squirting strap

on the bedside table, he's already laid out syringes of cumlube, so you know how much is going to be emptied inside of your hole, how much you're going to get filled up

he's slow to begin with, pushing inside you softly and gentle, stretching you out. once he's inside you to the base, he just stays there a while, lets you get used to the feeling of being filled up

when he starts to move, that's slow too, to begin with. he puts his fingers in your mouth as you whimper, whispers in your ear about how proud he is of you for taking the whole thing

and it's then he starts to move faster, quicker, harder, pushing inside you with that thick silicone cock. you can see your belly bulge, can feel the sweat dripping from his brow as he pounds into you

you're moaning, begging for him to come in you. he grins, flashing those sharp tusks, and reaches across for one of the syringes. he pushes it the moment it's hooked up to the tubing, and you feel your hole flooded with cum

and that's just one syringe. there's four more to go

[rillette]

charles "charlie" vicker reading guide. please im begging you. hello can anyone hear me its so cold out here. hello

[imjustanauthor]

“I figured you wouldn’t have the time, so I went and picked up lunch for you.” - Moriarty for Charlie

coworkers to lovers prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

Charlie honestly couldn't get his head around why Sherlock Holmes disliked Professor Moriarty. The man was supposed to be a genius, right? Well, for such a smart guy, he was clearly a terrible judge of character, because the professor had never been anything but polite and helpful from Charlie's point of view!

Having remembered the other man mentioning an interest in consulting on cases, Charlie had been keeping him in mind whenever he came across something in his stack of unsolved cases that might require a mathematician. Unfortunately, he hadn't found anything like that - but he had found a series of murders that seemed to have some sort of pattern to them! His hope was that Moriarty could do something with numbers to help determine what exactly that pattern was.

Considering the rivalry with Holmes, it had seemed wise not to meet at the Yard. Instead, Charlie had gone to Moriarty, meeting the professor in his office.

"Oh, thank you. Yeah, I didn't have time to grab anything at the train station. Nearly missed my connection!" Charlie replied with a smile as he took the sandwiches that had been offered to him. In return, he then handed Moriarty a rather thick case file.

"These are the documents I mentioned on the phone. The original investigations didn't suspect anything, but I reckon they're all connected. I thought you could have a look and see if there's any kind of mathematical logic to the pattern?"

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She was completely correct about the tendency for cases to be rushed when others were considered more important. In fact, even the important ones had their problems, usually because those in charge were so eager to prove themselves that they forgot that they needed to be absolutely certain they had the right answer before they began ignoring any other possibilities. Even Charlie had been caught up in that mindset from time to time, though he prided himself on never allowing himself to completely lose sight of the bigger picture.

He watched with barely concealed interest as the other confirmed it was the correct file and began to look through it. This was exciting. Obviously it was also tragic, just as it was also concerning, but Charlie could sense the rapidly increasing possibility that this matter was about to work very well in his favour.

That suspicious was quickly confirmed when DSU Gibson asked if he would assist on the case. "Yes," Charlie replied without a single faction of a second of hesitation. "Yes, and I can start as soon as you want me. Nothing else I am currently working on has any fresh leads."

As much as he hated to think along such lines, without any new leads and therefore the unlikely chance of actually getting anywhere with what he had been given, the other cold cases wouldn't see any consequences if he were to leave them for, well, however long it took to solve this new one.

Stella watched Charlie as he looked at the file, studying his reactions, how he took every detail in. She was well aware of who Charlie had been before life had sent him on this different but no less important path, and was confident that his skills and experience would allow him to read into the case with the required insight.

"I'm glad you agree," she replied neutrally, waiting as he looked for the cold case she had asked for, the one which he had also concluded was connected to her current, ongoing investigation. Though she was of the opinion that perhaps his filing system wasn't so easily navigated, or else there were far more cold cases than one man could possibly handle.

"I find that often when there is a rush for a case to be solved, there are officers that have a tendency to be less than thorough. Corners can also be cut when a case becomes less desirable in the face of a more...high-profile case." It was the kind of politics and self-service that could be rife within the Metropolitan Police, and Stella found it extremely distasteful as well as counter-intuitive to the job.

Taking the eventually recovered file from him, Stella flipped open the folder in order to look at the details.

"Yes, this is the one..." she half-murmured to him, her focus still primarily on the file as she read every factor, and also everything that was absent. It was undeniable that this case was linked, that this might have been the killer's first victim, which meant it was mostly likely someone he knew. It was also undeniable that the case had been less than thorough.

"I don't mean to prey upon your time with your other cases, but I wonder if you might assist?" She asked. "On our team. Your knowledge of this cold case might be useful."

[altocat]

Charlie was legit on death's door last year and now she is not only still here to ruthlessly snuggle against me all night long, but she has also taken to parkouring off the side of the mattress and physically jump-kicking the bed out of place. Just for fun.

.........This stupid cat is the only thing keeping me alive I stg

[charlie-baxter]

monster/human, but fisting

huge orc woman with the strong hands of a warrior, who slowly works you up finger by finger into taking her whole hand

slime boyfriend, who's soft and jelly-like and pliable as you fit more and more of your fist into him, and who oozes around your fingers when he comes, squeezing and squirting around you

centaur fuckbuddy, who's never really enjoyed bottoming for a human before because he's never felt properly stretched out, moaning and gasping as you go elbow deep inside his hole, maybe even with both hands

werewolf girl who calls the widest part of your hand your knot, who whimpers as you slowly work her up, telling her how you're going to stretch her pussy out and fill her up, and how good it's going to feel

[rillette]

anyways back to charlieposting

[imjustanauthor]

“Maths doesn’t take sides. It doesn’t judge.” Moriarty for Charlie

Foundation Sentences, Vol. 1

"In theory, neither does the law, but it doesn't always work out that way, does it?"

Charlie worked for the police; he was perfectly aware of all the bias that went into enforcing the law. It wasn't a good thing, of course, but it happened, and he was pretty sure that'd never change. You could dress it up as instinct or anything else, but bias was, in his opinion, an innate human trait.

With that in mind, it had to exist within the field of mathematics too, right? Numbers could be manipulated. Maybe not the raw equations, but the way the results were presented? That could certainly be twisted to fit a viewpoint.

Plus, mistakes did happen sometimes. Maybe numbers didn't judge, but they could certainly be wrong.

Not that he thought Moriarty had made any mistakes, of course! The man seemed to know what he was doing!

"if maths doesn't take sides, then how come politicians often have different statistics for identical matters, huh?"

[charlie-baxter]

Your transmasc incubus boyfriend explained it to you on your third date — he feeds not just on the moment where desire climaxes, but on the build. He feeds on the energy of blushing cheeks, of fidgeting hands, of fluttering heartbeats. He feeds on the slow and the sensuous, on the tightening knot of tension.

That’s why he insisted the two of you went out to choose gear together. Why — when he tries different harnesses on over his underwear in the fitting room — he makes sure to ask you what you think. He barely hold back the chuckle as he sees your face flush warm and dark as you look at him try on a harness in thick black rubber, and then one in soft red leather.

When the two of you look at toys to put in your chosen harness, he’s bent over the display case until his mouth is right next to your cheek. His breath is hellfire warm against your skin when he speaks, gently running his finger against the smooth silicone of the display models.

“Imagine how good this would feel,” he says. “Look at that curve, think about how good it’d feel pressing up against that spot inside you. Think about how much you’d squirm underneath me."

He's so close that it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to just lean forward and press his lips to you. And fuck, you wish he would. You want him to kiss you more than anything else in the world.

He smirks, all sharp teeth, like he knows exactly what he's doing. "Would you whimper for me, pet? Beg for my claws in your skin and my cock in your hole?”

It takes all you have not to whimper then, never mind when he’s on top of you. You can’t help but imagine it — that long tongue in your mouth, his sharp teeth on your neck, his long forked tail swaying for balance as he pounds into you…

"I'll beg," you hear yourself saying, a gentle tease in your voice. "If you can make me."

[quackity1999]

OFFICIAL LAS NEVADAS RENOVATION PLANS; WRITTEN BY: slime from Las Nevadas!

I Wrote them word for word! Gunk it up! And don't forget that the universe will forget you eventually!

[rillette]

What got you into liking Charlie Vicker in the first place?

green lantern (1960) #157-158 and im so serious. guy that sucks realizes the universal beauty of life and it was joever for me thats like a cheese trap for me specifically and baby im stuck help help help

for real though i am not kidding look at this shit.

ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Charlie had absolutely no idea at all how the colours and cut of his outfit could be "completely off", but he elected not to comment on it. Personally, he thought that he looked rather good. Hm. Well, he supposed that he should take the statement that he didn't dress "too badly" as a compliment, even if it did make him feel like some kind of performing monkey.

"Yeah, sure. If you've got some magazines spare, I'll have a look at them." Maybe he'd even see something he liked, though the possibility did seem unlikely. Fashion wasn't something that he was interested in.

"Tilly is young. Too young to really appreciate a pretty dress, and definitely too young to keep one clean." Especially now her mother had remarried. The new husband was a cattle farmer, and that meant mud. If Charlie bought her a nice dress, it'd be absolutely ruined in no time at all.

Still, it was true that she'd like one, and it wasn't like Charlie couldn't afford it.

"I'll get her something simple," Charlie decided. "Pink and sparkly, nothing too fancy. Then it won't matter if she gets it dirty, or if she only wears it once before she outgrows it. What do you think? Little girls love that kind of thing, right?"

"Thank you," replied Cassia with a little smile, visibly very pleased with herself. Of course, he would have never said otherwise, but it mattered not, for she was confident her clothes were the nicest here.

The prospect of giving her bodyguard some fashion tips seemed to delight Cassia, and she leaned towards him, hands clasped together. "Oh, I would love to!"

"I don't think you dress too badly for someone from the district," she mused, insulting him with what she thought was a compliment, "but the colors and cuts are completely off. I could bring you some fashion magazines for men if you'd like."

"And I think you should bring your daughter a dress, too. How old is she?"

[imjustanauthor]

"If you attach an assumption to a piece of evidence, you start to bend the narrative to support it, prejudice yourself." - for Charlie

True Detective Sentences, Vol. 1

"I know how basic detective work works."

Charlie couldn't help but sound irritated. Despite the whispers that he knew were happening behind his back, he was still capable of doing his job - or, at least, he told himself that he was.

Once upon a time, he had been destined for the top. Everyone had known it, and the skills required for that kind of reputation didn't just disappear overnight - not even after a traumatic head wound! Sure, a little chunk of his brain was gone, but he could still put clues together just like he used to!

But he was also more impulsive than he used to be - more likely to jump to conclusions, or fixate on an idea and find himself unable to let it go. Charlie was never going to admit to that, though. Why would he? It had been difficult enough to get his job back - he wasn't about to risk losing it again!

Considering that, though, he needed to be polite to this consultant, didn't he? As much as Charlie wanted to point out that he was the professional in the room, he bit the comment back. Mind you, even though he managed to control his words, he didn't quite manage to do the same for his expression. His annoyance was written all over his face.

"What do you think I've misassigned meaning to, then? Because I assure you, I've been over the evidence multiple times."

[charlie-baxter]

dom top trans elf who's not had a great time with dating or hookups because people always assume he's a sub bottom because he's a trans guy, because he's a male elf, or both

he goes to kink night at the local queer bar, not expecting much except to get to wear his leathers and to hype up his friends. and that's where you find him, on the edge of the party, sipping at a mocktail and smiling as he watches an orc friend try to chat up a woman she has a crush on

you flirt, and to begin with he think it's either a joke or will end the moment he tells you that he's not interested in bottoming. but when he tells you, expecting you to lose interest straight away, you point out you already know. you noticed his carabiner on the left, saw the black hanky tied to a belt loop on the same side. you know what he's bringing to the table and you're more than interested

he pulls you into the gender neutral bathroom stall, pushes you up against the locked door. his hands are in your hair and his tongue is in your mouth, and he tastes of the artificial bubblegum of his last drink. and then that mouth moves to your neck. in the dim light, you see just a flash of his eyes — hungry and awake with something wild at his core — before he bites down

you try to suppress the cry at first, let it out only as a steady hiss. but then something knocks at the wall of the stall next door, and you realise nobody here cares. when he spreads your legs apart with one hand, and then cups you, squeezing gently, you let out a whimper

his mouth is still on the vulnerable, sensitive skin of your neck — and at this point, you're certain it's going to bruise — so the sound is muffled. but you hear it still. a dark, dangerous chuckle