#chevalier explains
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
wordycheeseblob · 1 year ago
Text
Yea it would be nice if Chevalier explained and was more of a team player but I also get why he doesn't at times.
With Chevy it's not from A->B
But at times a whole A->Z
Imagine having to explain all that in the middle like
Chevalier: Do not go into the rose garden unless you want to die-
Emma: I know, assassins right?
Chevalier: -of starvation
Emma: what, how?
Chevalier: *sigh*
Chevalier: if you go into the rose garden now you will run into the Poseur who usually promenades at about this hour, he will question you regarding your identity, not getting any information for his lack of tact he will eventually get sidetracked bragging instead about his shares in the flower market of Jade also mentioning the worthlessness of Rhodelitian roses in comparison, bringing them down to appear better for him and his precious jadean flowers. You will listen silently to the ramblings of this revolutionist, polite as you are, until you get to a point you don't understand and are obliged to interrupt to clarify-
Emma: Hold on, revolutionist?
Chevalier: -precisely like that. The Poseur has been attending Clavis' clandestine meetings for months, which is an important point for reference in the future. As we were, you interrupt him arguing that there is more to roses than their monetary value, a point he will callously dismisses-
Emma: oh...
Chevalier: -until about two months later when he will remember your words at the annual rose festival, added to this, due to the dryness in the air this season and the winds coming from the southeast, bringing premature rain, his crops in Jade will see a significant reduction. His lack of budget will hold his plan on supplying the anti-monarchy faction. In panic, the Poseur will keep it a secret and search for an equally profitable alternative for a cheaper price. That's when he will use his charisma to bring up roses in social circles and though he may be quite impatient and vain, his undeniable influence combined with that of other seven prominent nobles that always follow suit, will hype the rose market to a point where it turns into the new big thing that will resonate among all social circles seeing as the elite are obsessed with them. It then inadvertently extends to the neighboring countries after the cultural exchange gathering and continuous gossip on fashion among noble ladies who try to keep up with the latest trends. The new rosemania will cause asset prices to massively deviate from intrinsic value creating the first economic bubble in the history of Rhodelite. Do you understand?
Emma: ...
Emma: could you repeat that last part where you said everything?
49 notes · View notes
egophiliac · 2 years ago
Note
like 70% of my knowledge about twst is because I read all the comics about it you do bc they're hilarious, but can I confirm that Rook's character arc was basically just an 'Applejack -> Rarity hypeman (malicious)' pipeline??????
yep, Rook joined NRC as a full-on Rowdy Boy who wore the same ripped-up jeans and sweatshirt 24/7 and was 99% split ends, until one day Vil convinced him to dress up a bit for a concert and he was like, "oh. hmm. actually, I like this." and swung fully into the other extreme of Fanciest Lad. Rook just...does not do middle grounds.
(tangential, but my personal 100% crack actively-contradicts-canon-but-I-don't-care headcanon is that French doesn't exist at all in Twst. Rook personally just made up a collection of fancy-sounding words that, by complete coincidence, happen to sound exactly like earth-prime French.
"but in the City of Flowers --" no, look, his family is VERY rich and VERY weird, it is not out of character that they paid an entire city of people to throw out a few words of their kid's conlang whenever he visits. it makes SENSE --
Tumblr media
this is mostly because I think it would be funny if, after Rook gives someone their special little nickname, he has to sit down and explain to them what it means. which I've actually just decided he does anyway, so never mind.)
928 notes · View notes
believaeu399 · 5 months ago
Text
Chevalier is so funny just bc he can say something so outta pocket with a straight face
54 notes · View notes
knizuu · 7 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Me trying to figure out my Luxury AU sounds so crazy sometimes
[Uuhh read if you want to understand my AU more ig wrjiejg ^ ^]
15 notes · View notes
mxrmaid-poet · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
cheveux chevalier is so real for this
50 notes · View notes
c-k-mack · 2 years ago
Text
The French Revolution began because Minnie Driver didn’t get laid
1 note · View note
mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago
Text
"Efficiency" left the Big Three vulnerable to smart UAW tactics
Tumblr media
Tomorrow (September 22), I'm (virtually) presenting at the DIG Festival in Modena, Italy. Tomorrow night, I'll be in person at LA's Book Soup for the launch of Justin C Key's "The World Wasn’t Ready for You." On September 27, I'll be at Chevalier's Books in Los Angeles with Brian Merchant for a joint launch for my new book The Internet Con and his new book, Blood in the Machine.
Tumblr media
It's been 143 days since the WGA went on strike against the Hollywood studios. While early tactical leaks from the studios had studio execs chortling and twirling their mustaches about writers caving once they started losing their homes, the strikers aren't wavering – they're still out there, pounding the picket lines, every weekday:
https://www.cnbc.com/2023/08/09/how-hollywood-writers-make-ends-meet-100-days-into-the-writers-guild-strike.html
The studios obviously need writers. That gleeful, anonymous studio exec who got such an obvious erotic charge at the thought of workers being rendered homeless as punishment for challenging his corporate power completely misread the room, and his comments didn't demoralize the writers. Instead, they inspired the actors to go on strike, too.
But how have the writers stayed out since May Day? How have the actors stayed out for 69 days since their strike started on Bastille Day? We can thank the studios for that! As it turns out, the studios have devoted so much energy to rendering creative workers as precarious as possible, hiring as little as they can getting away with and using punishing overtime as a substitute for adequate staffing that they've eliminated all the workers who can't survive on side-hustles and savings for six or seven months at a time.
But even for those layoff-hardened workers, long strikes are brutal, and of course, all the affiliated trades, from costumers to grips, are feeling the pain. The strike fund only goes so far, and non-striking, affected workers don't even get that. That's why I've been donating regularly to the Entertainment Community Fund, which helps all affected workers out with cash transfers (I just gave them another $500):
https://secure2.convio.net/afa/site/Donation2?df_id=8117&8117.donation=form1&mfc_pref=T
As hot labor summer is revealed as a turning point – not just a season – long strikes will become the norm. Bosses still don't believe in worker power, and until they get their minds right, they're going to keep on trying to starve their workforces back inside. To get a sense of how long workers will have to hold out, just consider the Warrior Met strike, where Alabama coal-miners stayed out for 23 months:
https://www.thenation.com/article/activism/warrior-met-strike-union/
As Kim Kelly explained to Adam Conover in the latest Factually podcast, the Alabama coal strikers didn't get anywhere near the attention that the Hollywood strikers have enjoyed:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvyMHf7Yg0Q
(To learn more about the untold story of worker organizing, from prison unions to the key role that people of color and women played in labor history, check out Kelly's book, "Fight Like Hell," now in paperback:)
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fight-Like-Hell/Kim-Kelly/9781982171063
Which brings me to the UAW strike. This is an historic strike, the first time that the UAW has struck all of the Big Three automakers at once. Past autoworkers' strikes have marked turning points for all American workers. The 1945/46 GM strike established employers' duty to cover worker pensions, health care, and cost of living allowances. The GM strike created the American middle-class:
https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-18-uaw-strikes-built-american-middle-class/
The Big Three are fighting for all the marbles here. They are refusing to allow unions to organize EV factories. Given that no more internal combustion cars will be in production in just a few short years, that's tantamount to eliminating auto unions altogether. The automakers are flush with cash, including billions in public subsidies from multiple bailouts, along with billions more from greedflation price-gouging. A long siege is inevitable, as the decimillionaires running these companies earn their pay by starving out their workers:
https://www.businessinsider.com/general-motors-ceo-mary-barra-salary-auto-workers-strike-uaw-2023-9
The UAW knows this, of course, and their new leadership – helmed by the union's radical president Shawn Fain – has a plan. UAW workers are engaged in tactical striking, shutting down key parts of the supply chain on a rolling basis, making the 90-day strike fund stretch much farther:
https://prospect.org/blogs-and-newsletters/tap/2023-09-18-labors-militant-creativity/
In this project, they are greatly aided by Big Car's own relentless pursuit of profit. The automakers – like every monopolized, financialized sector – have stripped all the buffers and slack out of their operations. Inventory on hand is kept to a bare minimum. Inputs are sourced from the cheapest bidder, and they're brought to the factory by the lowest-cost option. Resiliency – spare parts, backup machinery – is forever at war with profits, and profits have won and won and won, leaving auto production in a brittle, and easily shattered state.
This is especially true for staffing. Automakers are violently allergic to hiring workers, because new workers get benefits and workplace protection. Instead, the car companies routinely offer "voluntary" overtime to their existing workforce. By refusing this overtime, workers can kneecap production, without striking.
Enter "Eight and Skate," a campaign among UAW workers to clock out after their eight hour shift. As Keith Brower Brown writes for Labor Notes, the UAW organizers are telling workers that "It’s crossing an unofficial picket line to work overtime. It’s helping out the company":
https://labornotes.org/2023/09/work-extra-during-strike-auto-workers-say-eight-and-skate
Eight and Skate has already started to work; the Buffalo Ford plant can no longer run its normal weekend shifts because workers are refusing to put in voluntary overtime. Of course, bosses will strike back: the next step will be forced overtime, which will lead to the unsafe conditions that unionized workers are contractually obliged to call paid work-stoppages over, shutting down operations without touching the strike fund.
What's more, car bosses can't just halt safety stoppages or change the rules on overtime; per the UAW's last contract, bosses are required to bargain on changes to overtime rules:
https://uaw.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/Working-Without-Contract-FAQ-FINAL-2.pdf
Car bosses have become lazily dependent on overtime. At GM's "highly profitable" SUV factory in Arlington, TX, normal production runs a six-days, 24 hours per day. Workers typically work five eight-hour days and nine hours on Saturdays. That's been the status quo for 11 years, but when bosses circulated the usual overtime signup sheet last week, every worker wrote "a big fat NO" next to their names.
Writing for The American Prospect, David Dayen points out that this overtime addiction puts a new complexion on the much-hyped workerpocalypse that EVs will supposedly bring about. EVs are much simpler to build than conventional cars, the argument goes, so a US transition to EVs will throw many autoworkers out of work:
https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-20-big-threes-labor-shortages-uaw/
But the reality is that most autoworkers are doing one and a half jobs already. Reducing the "workforce" by a third could leave all these workers with their existing jobs, and the 40-hour workweek that their forebears fought for at GM inn 1945/46. Add to that the additional workers needed to make batteries, build and maintain charging infrastructure, and so on, and there's no reason to think that EVs will weaken autoworker power.
And as Dayen points out, this overtime addiction isn't limited to cars. It's also endemic to the entertainment industry, where writers' "mini rooms" and other forms of chronic understaffing are used to keep workforces at a skeleton crew, even when the overtime costs more than hiring new workers.
Bosses call themselves job creators, but they have a relentless drive to destroy jobs. If there's one thing bosses hate, it's paying workers – hence all the hype about AI and automation. The stories about looming AI-driven mass unemployment are fairy tales, but they're tailor made for financiers who get alarming, life-threatening priapism at the though of firing us all and replacing us with shell-scripts:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/09/autocomplete-worshippers/#the-real-ai-was-the-corporations-that-we-fought-along-the-way
This is why Republican "workerism" rings so hollow. Trump's GOP talks a big game about protecting "workers" (by which they mean anglo men) from immigrants and "woke captialism," but they have nothing to say about protecting workers from bosses and bankers who see every dime a worker gets as misappropriated from their dividend.
Unsurprisingly, conservative message-discipline sucks. As Luke Savage writes in Jacobin, for every mealymouthed Josh Hawley mouthing talking points that "support workers" by blaming China and Joe Biden for the Big Three's greed, there's a Tim Scott, saying the quiet part aloud:
https://jacobin.com/2023/09/republicans-uaw-strike-hawley-trump-scott/
Quoth Senator Scott: "I think Ronald Reagan gave us a great example when federal employees decided they were going to strike. He said, you strike, you’re fired. Simple concept to me. To the extent that we can use that once again, absolutely":
https://twitter.com/American_Bridge/status/1704136706574741988
The GOP's workerism is a tissue-thin fake. They can never and will never support real worker power. That creates an opportunity for Biden and Democrats to seize:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/18/co-determination/#now-make-me-do-it
Reversing two generations of anti-worker politics is a marathon, not a sprint. The strikes are going to run for months, even years. Every worker will be called upon to support their striking siblings, every day. We can do it. Solidarity now. Solidarity forever.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/21/eight-and-skate/#strike-to-rule
4K notes · View notes
lobselvith8 · 5 months ago
Text
Regarding Gaider's "Modern Elves are Partly to blame for their own oppression"
Tumblr media
In a conversation with Christina Gonzalez and a few other people on twitter, David Gaider, the former headwriter of Dragon Age, mocked fans of the Dalish. I took issue with his statement and pointed out why people are critical of how he and the other writers handled the Dalish in Dragon Age (while Allan Schumacher of Epic Games had nothing of substance to say in response). The Dalish are nomadic as a consequence of Andrastian societies violently attacking them if they stay too long in one area. The Andrastian Chantry outlawed their religion, making them criminals as a consequence of their faith. Andrastians will threaten the Dalish with violence in an attempt to force conversion to the Andrastian faith. Templars will hunt down the Dalish, and will even torture children. Andrastian elves also suffer from Andrastian oppression as Andrastian humans can massacre all of them, down to the children in an orphanage.
Gaider postulates that one could discuss how the ancient elves were "partly to blame" for their enslavement (let's keep in mind that being slaves is what he's talking about, even though he's careful not to put that into his tweet) or how "modern elves are partly to blame for their own oppression" which is essentially what we are told throughout the whole of Inquisition and the DLCs that accompanied the game (even JoH tries to romanticize the genocidal tyrant Drakon and place all of the blame on the Dales for the elves not trusting the tyrant who was invading their neighbors, forcing conversion, and massacring the people who would not convert - like the peaceful pacifists known as the Daughters of Song).
Inquisition even rectonned previously established lore on the Dalish in order to have characters like Iron Bull denigrate the Dalish. It's a game that will side-step Celene burning thousands of elves alive in Halamshiral while it will demonize the Dalish for wanting to maintain their autonomy from what's essentially a group of colonizers who want to rule over them and force them to convert, and the white Canadian writers (who are from Canada, a place known for its long history of horrific treatment towards Indigenous people) are firmly on the side of those who think that the Dalish (who, as Gaider himself once said at the Dragon Central forums before the release of Origins, were modeled after "Northern Native Americans") are wrong not to subjugate themselves to white Andrastian rulers.
Andrastian elves similarly face hardships because of Andrastian rule. In Ferelden even the efforts of the Night Elves fighting to free the nation from Orlesian rule didn't the elves any greater freedoms once Maric came to power. The Boon of the City Elf faces a number of dire consequences unless the Warden assumes control themselves as the new Bann. Inquisition ignores the plight of the elves of the Dales entirely to focus on a white human noble as the focus of the storyline in the Dales, and you can potentially help chevalier Michel de Chevin (a white man with blonde hair who is part of the chevaliers, a group who murder innocent elves as part of their initiation rite, although this isn't properly addressed in-game) while Briala's role is marginalized in-game despite being the leader of an elven rebellion across Orlais (and she strangely became white despite her in-book description making it clear she's a woman of color, which accompanying artwork confirmed).
Whether you're talking about the slavery of ancient elves or the 'modern' oppression of Andrastian elves and Dalish elves, I don't see how you can blame either the victims of slavery or the victims of racial (and in the case of the Dalish religious) persecution for the oppression they face. And Gaider doesn't seem to understand that at all, which explains the inherent problems with how the plight of the elves is framed within Dragon Age.
496 notes · View notes
caffedrine · 2 months ago
Text
Chevalier Michel - My Fiancé Has Become Child - Event Summary
This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.
Chevalier stares at Emma, who stares back at him, tears gathering in her eyes. Well, at least this explains why he hasn’t seen her since this morning.
A moment before, when Chevalier had entered the library, he saw a child sitting at the bottom of the ladder. Though she now looks significantly younger, it’s obvious to anyone that it’s Emma. 
The moment he stepped towards her, the dam breaks, and Little!Emma’s face goes pale, and she bursts into full fledge crying. 
This would happen when Chevalier’s brothers encountered him as children, so he’s not even bothered by this reaction. 
There are a lot of questions he would like to ask Little!Emma, but expecting her to talk to him is unrealistic, especially while she’s crying. Instead, Chevalier strides over to her, lifts her up by her armpits so she can stand, and brushes down her clothes, checking for injuries. Good, it looks like she wasn’t crying because she was hurt, she was only terrified of him. And her shock at him touching her has even stopped her crying.
He surmises that Little!Emma must have climbed the nearby ladder to reach a book she was interested in, and then slipped and fell, thankfully without getting hurt. Chevalier takes the book and hands it to her. Little!Emma accepts the book, holding it as if she were trying to hide behind it while she runs and ducks behind a table. 
She calls out to Chevalier, asking how he knew she wanted this book, and wondering if he was some kind of wizard. 
Chevalier snorts and turns to leave, calling back to her to ask the man with the long hair tied back into a ponytail if she needs anything. She’s permitted to go wherever she likes as long as it’s in the castle and the gardens. 
As he leaves, Lucien appears out of the shadows. Chevalier orders him to watch over the kid in the library, and let him know if he sees anything strange. Lucien tells him that he’s already seeing something strange right now.
Chevalier leaves, musing that his presence will only frighten Little!Emma. 
As he walks down the hallway to his office, Leon stops him. Is Chevalier aware that there’s this little girl following him? Chevalier asks if there’s a point to this nonsensical chat. Leon advises him to be nicer to kids, and also maybe the people who work at the castle too. It would help his reputation. 
Chevalier gives Leon a cold stare and continues down towards his office.
Once inside, while he’s working on some documents, Nokto approaches him and asks if he’s aware of the small child staring at him from the doorway for the past hour. Nokto thinks she’s waiting for an opportunity to talk to him and asks if he will invite her inside. Chevalier says that if she wanted to talk to him, she could just come inside.
Nokto disagrees, Chevalier needs to meet the kid halfway. 
Fine, since this is bothering Nokto so much, Chevalier will handle it. He stands up, walks over to the doorway, and shuts the door in Little!Emma’s face. 
Tumblr media
Err, that’s not what Nokto was getting at. He does wonder what the kid wants with Chevalier. This question gets Chevalier thinking - since it’s some regressed version of Emma, it’s probably something trivial. 
Still, there might be a way to, as Nokto put it, meet Little!Emma half way without forcing her to interact with him.
Once he finished his official duties, Chevalier retired to the palace gardens to read a book, making himself seem as approachable as he possibly could. Eventually, Little!Emma crawls out from underneath a rose bush. 
Tumblr media
She jumps a little when Chevalier glances at her, and he wonders why she’s following him around if she still reacts like that when their eyes meet. Well, to give her credit, Little!Emma is the first child who hasn’t run away from him when given the opportunity. He watches her grip the hem of her skirt with white-knuckled hands as she steels herself. 
Little!Emma blurts out a greeting, introducing herself. She asks ‘big brother’ Chevalier if she can talk to him. Chevalier grunts in assent. Little!Emma asks if she can come next to him, and again Chevalier makes an assenting noise. 
Little!Emma is all smiles and runs over to him, clambering into the chair next to him. Maybe it was because Chevalier had given his permission, but suddenly Little!Emma didn’t look at all like the terrified child she had been a moment ago. Then again, it didn’t take long for her to get over her fear when they first met either. 
Little!Emma explains that there’s something she has wanted to say to Chevalier all day. She formally thanks him for helping her when she fell and giving her the book she wanted. She apologizes for crying and hurting him when he was just helping her. 
Chevalier tells her that if she thinks she hurt him, her eyes must be going bad. So don’t worry about him. He muses that this Emma, who doesn’t remember him at all, still came to him on her own. If, for some incomprehensible reason he had felt hurt over her earlier rejection of him, everything was forgiven. 
Little!Emma’s shoulders relaxed in relief, but her expression showed that there was something else she wanted to say. Chevalier prompts her, and Little!Emma is amazed at his deductive prowess. She hasn’t ruled out that he’s some mind-reading wizard yet. 
Little!Emma explains that she suddenly found herself in this castle, but she has no idea how or why she’s here. She asks if she can stay with Chevalier until she figures this mystery out. 
Chevalier thinks that she’s the only one in the world who would want to stay with someone who terrifies her. He tells her to do whatever she wants. Little!Emma cheers at this, thanking him. 
Chevalier decides that he no longer wants to waste his time in the garden and stands up. Little!Emma jumps down to the chair, asking where they’re going. Is he going back to work, or- 
Suddenly, Little!Emma trips and grabs on to Chevalier’s cloak to steady herself. Due to his white clothes, the grime is immediately visible; and Little!Emma apologizes for getting him dirty.
Chevalier assures her it's fine - clothes can be washed. And she doesn’t have to rush, he won’t leave her behind. 
He decides that matching the pace of a child would be too tedious, so he lifts her up to carry her. Little!Emma is enchanted and exclaims over how high they are. She hopes that one day she will grow up to be as tall as Chevalier.
Little!Emma asks if Chevalier drinks a lot of milk to get this tall, and Chevalier has a brief flashback of Clavis and the flashy one drinking milk to get taller. 
Tumblr media
(Good luck, kid)
He tells her it doesn't work that way.
Little!Emma asks if she’s not too heavy for Chevalier and offers to walk. Chevalier tells her it would be too troublesome if she falls again, so he’ll just continue to carry her. 
Chevalier notes how quickly Little!Emma’s interests change as she becomes fixated by the fur on his collar. She asks if she can touch it, and Chevalier tells her to do whatever she wants. Little!Emma pats it, marveling over how soft and fluffy it is. She asks if having it by him all the time makes him sleepy, and Chevalier tells her that it doesn’t. Emma asks if people come up and pet him all the time then.
Tumblr media
(Achievement: You have unlocked Chevalier’s newest nightmare!)
Chevalier thinks that only Emma is brave enough to touch him. 
Little!Emma is distracted once again and asks Chevalier where they are going. If Chevalier has to work, maybe it’s too much to take her along. 
Chevalier tells her that as a child, she shouldn’t worry about adults like this. She can just stay with him until she feels better. Instead, she should think about what she wants to do and where she wants to go.
In that case, could she spend some more time with Chevalier? She grabs onto him, burying her face into the fur at Chevalier’s collar, almost like a hug. Little!Emma explains that there are so many things she wants to do with him.
Later
Yves, Licht, and Jin stare at the pair in the practice yard. Jin asks if this is some hallucination - is he really seeing Chevalier and a little girl wailing at each other with practice swords? He asks Licht to hit him, and Licht kindly obliges.
Okay, maybe this isn’t a dream.
Yves wonders if the girl is some distant member of the Michel family, but Jin points out that doesn’t clear anything up. 
They hear the girl ask ‘big brother’ Chevalier to let her try a move again, and Jin slowly repeats ‘big brother Chevalier’. Does he suddenly have something to tease Chevalier about?
Licht’s impressed, he never knew Jin was such a daredevil. 
On the training ground, Chevalier can hear everything the trio is saying. Everyone seems as noisy as ever, openly staring at him and Little!Emma.
If Little!Emma even noticed them, she paid them no heed and instead focused on trying to get a hit on him with her sword. 
This was the first thing Little!Emma had wanted to do. She had recounted a book where a warrior princess had beat up all the bad guys to save her kingdom, even defeating the demon king. 
Tumblr media
(Hey!)
Wanting to emulate the very cool warrior princess, Emma asked Chevalier to train her to become a knight.
Tumblr media
(Okay, maybe his brothers had a reason to cry when he smiled like that)
Which leads them to now, with Chevalier blocking Little!Emma’s strike, whirling his sword and disarming her. He tells her that it’s time for a break and Little!Emma agrees. Showing absolutely no signs of fatigue, she rushes over to him and asks how she did.
Very amateurish, her swings are too wide, and she needs more strength behind them. Her feet stagger every time she raises her sword, and her grip on the hilt loosens even on his lightest parries. 
Little!Emma complains that he’s stingy with praise, so Chevalier adds on that he appreciates that she is willing to try to improve when her (many) faults are pointed out. 
Little!Emma cheers rare praise from Chevalier. She promises to get stronger and save Chevalier whenever he needs rescuing.
What? Since when has Chevalier come off as someone who needs rescuing?
He thinks about Emma - Adult!Emma - and her work with public service. She had been concerned about saving and protecting people, maybe this is just a childish thought of how to fulfill that need. 
The next thing Little!Emma wanted to do with him was something she enjoyed as an adult. 
As they sit drinking tea, Little!Emma looks around at the gardeners and servants watching them at a distance. Chevalier asks if she’s worried about what the others are thinking, but Little!Emma focuses again on him, denying it.
Little!Emma changes the subject, marveling over the pastries the maids had brought them. The sugar crystals sparkle like jewels, entrancing her. This is the first time she’s been at a tea party like this and is excited. Very generously, Little!Emma offers to let Chevalier choose the first pastry to eat.
Chevalier tells her to go ahead and eat first, and Little!Emma does not argue. She chooses a lemon tart, carefully cutting a piece and stabbing it with her fork. She then brings it up to Chevalier's face and tells him to say 'ahh'.
Well, Chevalier doesn't see a reason to refuse, so he obediently opens his mouth and eats the tart.
Little!Emma cheers, she chose the right sweet! Chevalier is still chewing it, so he must be savoring the flavor. Privately, Chevalier thinks that he’s only still chewing because she fed him a giant piece but lets the matter rest. He takes the fork from Little!Emma’s hand and cuts the tart into actual bite-sized pieces, then handing the plate back to her. Mistaking his intent, Little!Emma opens her mouth like a baby bird, anticipating the pastry. Unlike her adult self, who would be embarrassed, Little!Emma is anticipating him feeding her.
Little!Emma chews and swallows the bite, wiping some of it off of her cheek and marveling over the taste. She proudly tells Chevalier that she knew the lemon tart would be his favorite, after all, his hair is yellow just like the tart. He must eat them all the time for his hair to get that yellow.
Little!Emma leans forward, she has a secret to tell Chevalier, but she doesn’t want anyone else (from 25 feet away) to hear. She likes Chevalier and wants him to like her too.
Yep, even as a child, Emma is a bit stupid.
The third thing Little!Emma wants to do is not at all unexpected. Walking next to him, she announces that she wants to dance like a princess in a big dance hall. To demonstrate her dancing prowess, she lets go of his hand to jump forward and with surprising grace, pirouettes in front of him. She asks if he’ll pretend to be a prince and dance with her.
Chevalier asks if there was something about his reply that makes her doubt his word. Little!Emma assures him that it’s not that, it’s just that this feels like a dream come true so she wants to hear it again and again. And again.
Little!Emma reaches out to grab him and pull him with her. Chevalier chides her to hold his hand, not his cloak, and to stop rushing. Little!Emma laughs and tells him that the cloak was fluttering cutely. Oh, if they play hide and seek with someone, she wants to hide underneath it. It’s so long, she would be completely hidden. Chevalier points out that anyone looking would see her feet, and Little!Emma deflates at her perfect hiding place not being so perfect after all.
Privately, Chevalier thinks that anyone daring to play hide and seek with them would pretend not to notice her hiding place. He holds out his hand, and without hesitation, Little!Emma reaches out to grab it.
On their way to the dance hall, they pass by many servants and aristocrats. Everyone they pass looks from him to Little!Emma and back, as if they can’t believe it. It’s beginning to irritate Chevalier, but Little!Emma doesn’t seem to notice or mind. Or maybe not. Next to him, Little!Emma begins to skip happily, loudly chattering about how excited she is to dance with Chevalier. It’s a poor coverup, but it’s also sweet. He wonders if he should tease her about it now, or wait until they get her back to her adult self.
They find Clavis standing majestically in the center of the ballroom, wearing a strange smile. He asks if Chevalier doesn’t agree that he is at least a hundred times more suited to taking care of children. Little!Emma was alarmed at the appearance of this strange man and let go of Chevalier’s hand to hide under his cloak.
Chevalier thinks that Nokto must have sent word to Clavis, who hurried back from his inspection.
Clavis approaches them and kneels in front of Little!Emma, reaching into a pocket to proffer a box the size of the palm of his hand. Curiously, Little!Emma pokes her head out from Chevalier’s cloak to ask about it, and Clavis urges her to poke it gently. Little!Emma does and marvels over the toy bunny that pops out. Clavis asks if she likes his jack-in-the-box and Little!Emma assures him she does. Smiling, she emerges completely from Chevalier’s cloak, looking interestedly at Clavis. She asks his name, introducing herself.
This catches Clavis off guard, and rather than explain, Chevalier assures Clavis that it’s just a coincidence this child and his fiancé have the same name.
Clavis quickly recovers and introduces himself, explaining that he is Chevalier’s younger brother. Little!Emma has trouble saying his last name and has to repeat it several times before getting it right.
Well, now that they have introduced themselves, this means they’re friends! Right?
Little!Emma is thrilled, she has a new bestest friend. She bounces, and Clavis bounces with her, holding hands.
Finally, Clavis turns back to Chevalier; he is shocked to hear that Chevalier has spent the day playing with a little girl. Even right here, with proof in front of him, he feels like he must be dreaming.
Well, that’s no longer important, it would be ungentlemanly of Clavis to keep the princess waiting any longer. Chevalier grumbles that if Clavis hadn’t shown up, Little!Emma wouldn’t have to wait to play in the first place.  
Speaking of which, Little!Emma wants to know why big brother Clavis is here.
Why, he was waiting for her, of course. Clavis respectfully offers his hand and asks Little!Emma to dance with him.
Sorrowfully, Little!Emma declines. Clavis asks why, assuring her that he’s at least a billion times better dancer than Chevalier. Little!Emma assures him that she believes him, but she still wants her first dance to be with Chevalier. Maybe next time?
Clavis gives in, if it’s what Little!Emma wants, he has no choice. He assures himself that it’s just because she met Chevalier first, and that it’s not because he himself is lacking. In fact, it’s a sign of how gentlemanly he is that he’s accepting her decision.
While Clavis’ face remains amiable, the air around him becomes heavy with disappointment. Little!Emma peers at Clavis, looking like she wanted to say something. At Clavis’ prompting, she asks if he has a problem with Chevalier.
Mentally, Chevalier praises her for picking up on the (not so) subtle signs of Clavis’ emotions.
Little!Emma shouts, she just came up with the perfect idea. The lady at the bakery told her about this a while ago. No matter how much two people fight, if they do this, then they’ll quickly become friends. Smiling, she asks Clavis to hold hands with Chevalier.
Chevalier and Clavis look at each other.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Mercilessly, Little!Emma reaches out to grab Clavis’ hand, and tries to forces his and Chevalier’s hands together. Unfortunately, a mysterious force keeps them from getting too close. Little!Emma complains that Chevalier isn’t being helpful. Clavis laughs and asks if Chevalier is too embarrassed to hold his hand. Chevalier asks if Clavis wants to hold hands.
Tumblr media
(The thought sends shivers up Clavis’ spine)
Little!Emma frowns as if faced with a difficult problem. She allows that maybe this is as close as they’ll get. Suddenly she lights up, as if a flash of inspiration struck her. She tells them that she wants them both to be her bestest friends. Clavis assures her that he would love to be her bestest friend ever.
And Chevalier?
Clavis tells her that the big sourpuss is always like this, but he definitely wants to become best friends too. Little!Emma is happy, now instead of the two of them being bestest friends, all three of them can be bestest friends! She starts jumping with joy, all while holding hands with the two of them. Defeated, Clavis gives Little!Emma a deflated smile.
To celebrate the three of them being bestest friends ever, maybe they should all dance together! They could hold hands in a circle and everything.
Clavis throws up in his mouth.
Little!Emma is alarmed and concerned and begins fussing over Clavis. He explains that he sprained his ankle earlier that day and is just not up to dancing after all. Oh, don’t worry about him, but he just remembered the doctor telling him to rest. Maybe instead of the three of them - ugh - the three of them dancing together, maybe this time just her and Chevalier.
Little!Emma nods, she understands. She'll ask the stars to help him recover quickly. Laughing softly, Clavis praises her for being a really nice, gullible child.
Before he leaves, Clavis instructs Chevalier to be gentle with her. This is just a kid, don’t grab her roughly or step on her.
Tumblr media
(Just wait until Jin tells him about the sword fight from earlier)
Little!Emma assures Clavis that Chevalier has been gentle with her since they first met. He picked her up, and helped brush dirt off her clothes, all while being super gentle. Anyways, they should dance right now while there’s still time.
As Little!Emma drags him with her to the center of the ballroom, Chevalier wonders if he was touching her gently, he wasn’t aware of trying to be. He considers his hands, once feared as those that belonged to a beast, now being seen as something kind. Without Emma, this version of him wouldn’t exist.
He takes simple steps to match Little!Emma’s as they silently sway side to side. At least, silently until Little!Emma asks if she’s really dancing like a princess. Chevalier assures her that she is. Emma is happy with his response, but then stumbles and nearly falls over. Chevalier scoops her up and lightly spins her around, the skirt of her dress flaring out like a flower. Little!Emma laughs in delight and exclaims over how much she loves Chevalier.
Chevalier thinks the only reason why he’s changed is because of Emma. Even now, her smile is bright enough to block out the sun. He thinks that the changes are becoming natural to him, a part of who he is.
It’s not a bad thought.
The sky grows red as Emma’s list of activities continues on. Until suddenly they end when she begins to yawn. It almost seems like a lie that she was bouncing just a few moments ago. He scoops her up and holds her to his chest, and she buries her face into his collar.
Just to think, from her perspective, he’s practically a stranger, but she is still so affectionate with him. No matter what, he never wants her to leave him.
He returns to his bedroom, laying Little!Emma down on his bed gently enough not to wake her up, and smooths her messy hair. Convinced that she’s asleep, he moves away, only to hear her rustling and feel something grab at his cloak. He turns and asks Little!Emma if she was awake this entire time.
Little!Emma shakes her head and rubs her eyes. She asks if he’s leaving, and if he is, she wants to go too. So don’t go alone.
Chevalier tells Little!Emma that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere, but she points out that he was just leaving. Chevalier tells her that he was stepping away to get changed for bed. If she’s too afraid to be alone, he’ll stay with her.
Little!Emma apologizes for interrupting him from changing and assures him that he is welcome to get ready for bed. Very dramatically she lets go of his cloak and buries her face in his bedding. Chevalier can’t help but laugh and stroke her hair before leaving to get changed.
Once he is done, Little!Emma peers up around his room, curiously. She asks about the books on the table by the chairs. With his permission, she jumps off the bed and runs over to examine them. Unfortunately, they’re too advanced for her, and asks if they’re his books.
Actually, they aren’t.
Excitedly, Emma guesses they’re Clavis’ books.
Nope.
Little!Emma looks sad, and he wonders if she is still hellbent on getting him and Clavis to bond. Suddenly her eyes land on a blanket thrown over a chair, and she asks if it’s his.
Chevalier recognizes it as the first Christmas gift he received from Emma. It’s starting to get frayed at the edges from all the use. People have asked him if he wants a new one, but nothing would replace the feelings of that moment when Emma had gifted the blanket to him.
When he nods to Little!Emma’s question, a happy look spreads over her face. It’s a very cute blanket, with lovely colors. She guessed that it was a gift; when he looked at it, his mouth smiled just a fraction. Is she right?
Well, she’s right about it being a gift, at least.
Little!Emma looks relieved. Chevalier asks if she feels better now, and Little!Emma asks how he could tell that she was anxious. She apologizes for hiding it and deceiving him.
Chevalier assures her that it wasn’t really a lie, and he noticed that she was anxious about something from the start. Little!Emma laughs, Chevalier really is some sort of wizard.
She confesses that she was anxious ever since she appeared here in the castle. But then she met the kindest person ever, who helped her and even got her book down for her. She wanted to thank him by helping him make more friends.
Chevalier nods, that’s why for their activities, she was choosing places where there were lots of people. Little!Emma nods, when playing fun games together, it’s normal for others to want to join them. But it backfired when only Clavis tried to join them.
Yeah, Little!Emma picked the wrong person to try that with.
Chevalier thinks that no one in the world could even temporarily replace Emma. He picks her up and sets her in a nearby chair. He explains that he doesn’t feel ‘loneliness’ anymore. A long time ago he had dismissed love and kindness as something unnecessary.
Little!Emma disagrees, he’s a kind person, who knows love, right? Chevalier admits that he does because he’s not really alone anymore. He now has a fiancé.
Little!Emma is excited, she wants to hear all about this fiancé. She asks him to invite her to his wedding, and Chevalier assures her that there would be no wedding without her.
Little!Emma begins to ask a million questions at once; who is the fiancé, how did they meet, what is his favorite thing about her? Did Clavis help them fall in love, or did someone else?
Chevalier covers her mouth, explaining that he needs more than a fraction of a second to answer her. When he removes his hand, Little!Emma gives him a shy smile. Still, her excitement is refreshing, and he wonders if Emma feels the same way, just is better at acting reserved.
Little!Emma crosses her arms and asks if she can ask one thing about his fiancé. She asks if he loves his fiancé enough for her to be the one person at his side forever.
He does.
Little!Emma flushes and tells him that he has such a gentle expression that it makes her heart flutter. She asks if Chevalier ever tells this to his fiancé.
He doesn’t.
Okay, Little!Emma will help him. She has the perfect line for him to use next time he sees his fiancé. He should tell her that he loves her more than all the books in his library.
Tumblr media
(Well, that’s debatable)
Smiling, Chevalier agrees to consider saying that.
224 notes · View notes
neerons · 6 months ago
Text
Some of Nokto Klein’s best quotes
Tumblr media
“You smell so good, as usual. Good enough to eat.” (—Nokto’s thoughts about Emma)
“I wanted to take her back to my room right then and there and slowly, leisurely lavish her with pleasure until she lay exhausted in my bed (...)”  (—Nokto’s thoughts about Emma)
“Don't you think you ought to get some sort of reward for all that pain?” (—Nokto to Licht)
“A long, long time ago, you protected me. Don't you think it's my turn to protect you now?” (—Nokto to Licht)
“I already knew this about me, but... you're quite the schemer too, aren't you?”
"You really think it's fine to be brutally honest about everything and anything, don't you?"
“Deciphering cryptograms is outside my realm of expertise. That guy has absolutely terrible handwriting. It's so bad that he can't even read it himself once he's written it.” (—Nokto talking about Clavis to Emma)
“Oh it’s nothing. My only regret is that I didn’t sock the man.” (—Nokto talking about a random man to Emma)
"I love you. I want to hug you, and kiss you, and ruin you in bed."
"(...) I think your strong point is how short you are, Evie. (...) It's touching to think that you're still expecting a growth spurt, despite being older than me." (—Nokto to Yves)
"You've been avoiding Licht, right? He's really down in the dumps about it, you know. You're not trying to friendzone him, are you?" (—Nokto to Emma in Licht’s story event)
"Not only is she quite the bookworm, she also used to work at a bookstore. I'm willing to bet that you'll never even read half the titles that she has. You couldn't ever keep up with her." (—Nokto talking about Emma to a random man)
“You're so pretty, but you ruin it by pulling those grumpy faces all the time.”
"Well, I guess that explains why a woman as pretty as you is still single."
"You know, I think I like this whole waking up with you at my side thing."
"I happened to be talking to Licht, and he asked me about it, so I did a little investigating. Just because." (—Nokto talking about doing Licht a favor to Leon and Emma)
"And here I was, hoping for a chance to experience the famous Belle slap that so impressed Sariel."
"Hey, what would you do if both Licht and I tried to court you at the same time? Who would you choose?"
"I'll stay close to you and make sure you don't get involved with any bad guys. As bad guy number one, I know all the signs, after all."
"Emma is more precious to me than anything else in the world, and I love her from the bottom of my heart." (—Nokto's thoughts)
"Given the situation, I'm at a loss, really. I can't decide whether I want Emma or the throne." (—Nokto to Sariel)
"I mean, you not only waited for me, you readied a place for me to come home to. You're the perfect woman for me."
"(...) There you were, looking like you were having far more fun with my brothers than you've had with me in ages— When for me, nobody satisfies this loneliness but you."
"It's a fresh look for you. I like it. And you did it so beautifully, too. (...) King Highness? How did he end up doing that?" (—Nokto complimenting Emma's hairstyle done by Chevalier, in Chevalier's route)
"I’m not sure if you realize, but Licht is totally stone-faced whenever you’re not around." (—Nokto in Licht’s event story)
"As far as I'm concerned, we could just forget about going outside and jump into bed right now. But I know how much you want to go to the carnival. We've come all the way here, so why don't we have some fun?"
"Saying such sweet things, and in such a sexy outfit too... how could I not want you?"
"Sorry to interrupt, but you might want to close your eyes for a second. (…) Of course I saw it coming. That’s why I didn’t warn you. (…) See, this is the best part about coming to the beach. Here you are, dripping wet and sexier than ever, and there’s nothing to stop us from doing this. (…) You look absolutely ravishing." (—Nokto hiding an upcoming ocean wave from Emma)
"I have to make sure I treat you right. Otherwise, you might leave me for someone else."
"(…) You always look gorgeous, but tonight… you’re utterly irresistible. I want to take my time, slowly ravishing every inch of you."
"I used to draw with Licht a lot when we were younger, but when we sat next to each other, it was annoying that we'd bump hands a lot. I thought everything would be resolved if I drew with my left hand. So after that, I made my left hand my dominant hand."
"I keep a closer eye on you than you realize, sweetheart. And you're my lovely fiancee now. Of course I'm going to know everything going on with you. You're the most beautiful woman to ever grace this palace, you know that?"
"I can do so many more dance moves now that I'm stronger, and I can also punch out anyone who tries to harm you."
"I know you don't want to hear this from me, Emma, but you have terrible luck with men."
"Still... Nervous or blushing, you're gorgeous either way. Just act like you normally do. Just be your usual, hardworking, clever, sexy self."
"Whaaat? That's not fair. I want a massage, too." (—Nokto being jealous of Emma only massaging Licht)
"I couldn't ruin your beautiful hair like that." (—Nokto refusing to cut Emma's hair)
"You don't look sick, though. Your skin's glowing, your lips are plump... Ah, what a fine dish you make. You don't need a snack; you ARE the snack."
"You don't mince words, do you? Damn, that was one insult after another, and—ahahaha!" (—Nokto laughing out loud as Emma insults Silvio behind his back)
132 notes · View notes
rjthirsty · 4 months ago
Text
I just decided that I'd like Chevalier's MC/Emma to be way more assertive. Maybe because it was an early route or because Chev is so dominating, but his MC spends literally years questioning herself and her value and strives ridiculously hard to be good enough and-- well, I just don't like how insecure she seems.
Maybe it's Chev's fault? I don't think so. Time and time again he tries to tell her that she is more than good enough. That she has more value than he can even explain. A priceless treasure he'd protect. Sure, the dude sucks at communicating, and MC also sucks at understanding him, so they've got an issue there. I dunno... I just wish she wasn't so unsure of herself.
Okay, but really all of that was to say I want MC to dom Chev.
131 notes · View notes
hotvintagepoll · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Propaganda
Jeanette MacDonald (The Merry Widow, Monte Carlo)— vivacious and luminous, jeanette macdonald was known for her beautiful operatic soprano voice. she appeared in a series of witty and sparkling musical comedies directed by ernst lubitsch in the early 1930s, usually opposite maurice chevalier. in the late 30s and 40s she was often paired with operatic baritone nelson eddy.
Katharine Hepburn (Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story, The African Queen)—This woman. I have been obsessed with her for years. I know the urban legend is a popular one at this point of her walking around set in her underwear when her pants were stolen and she was left with only a skirt, but the pants thing is honestly enough for her to be the hottest in the room in my book. She refused to wear anything else at a time when the public in general and especially the studios did not like that. She was independent, stubborn, and so so very capable. Competency kink anyone? Also, if you want one final way that Katharine's entire life was saying "fuck you" to the establishment, it started young! Her mother took her to suffrage events, and she never got rid of that attitude of justice. I feel like I have barely scratched the surface of all the ways she was such a badass that I'm turning into a rambling mess instead.
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Jeanette Macdonald:
Tumblr media
youtube
youtube
Gifset: https://www.tumblr.com/mydailyvintagephotos/687386480054812672/remembering-jeanette-macdonald-on-her-birthday
Gifset 2: https://www.tumblr.com/marypickfords/186755987894/jeanette-macdonald-in-one-hour-with-you-ernst
youtube
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Katharine Hepburn propaganda:
Tumblr media
I'm sure one million people will submit her as an iconic Hollywood star but that iconicness might lead people to forget just how insanely hot she was like she had it ALL she was skilled she was funny she was smart she was beautiful AND she was likely bisexual
Tumblr media
The single word I would use to explain Katherine Hepburn's appeal is *range*. In her acting career, that meant covering all the ground between lush period dramas and the comedies she did with Carey Grant and Spencer Tracey. In terms of hotness, it meant an uncanny ability to bring anything from a Dietrich-esque androgyny to some of the best Classic Hollywood Glamour you will ever see.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Katharine hep was so cool. The VIBES, the INDEPENDENCE,,, living life on her own terms.
she just had this.... bearing to her, this power. she could be funny, even silly (like in bringing up baby) but also so regal and elegant. she was nobody's fool and dear GOD that's so hot
Tumblr media
Fancam link
She’s not only stunningly gorgeous (those eyes that pierce your soul! a jawline you could cut glass with!) but her delivery and physical presence in roles gives off confidence and authority in such a sexy way (truly the biggest dick energy of Old Hollywood). Her fiery energy in The Philadelphia Story? Unmatched.
Tumblr media
God she's. She's so hot y'all. She has the range!!!!! Funny and dramatic and lovely
Tumblr media Tumblr media
She IS the transatlantic accent. Classically gorgeous and such a strong personality.
She's literally one of the funniest women to ever live! She goes shot for shot with Cary Grant in Philadelphia Story and we damn well love her for it! She's the most annoying creature to ever live in Bringing Up Baby but she's so insane and funny that we simply cannot help but fall in love with her (and root for her to give Grant an aneurysm!)
Tumblr media
i know she's accounted for but i really want to be sure someone has submitted the scene in bringing up baby where she's pretending to be a gangster
youtube
She simply stuns onscreen; you cannot do anything but be captivated by her presence. Also a non-gender-conforming icon and mild tumblr celebrity by virtue of that one picture from The Warrior's Husband (stage play).
Tumblr media
Katharine Hepburn was out here casually changing the lives of young butch lesbians with her gender swag! She wore pants even when people said she shouldn’t, she refused to marry or have kids, and she wore menswear in at LEAST one movie!
Tumblr media
Someone's got to mention it, but she's won the most Oscars out of any performer and is largely considered one of the greatest actresses ever. She's got an incredible voice, an incredible presence, and she absolutely steals every scene she's in. She was private person and deemed standoffish and unapproachable, but she was also profoundly concerned for people's rights and was an outspoken supporter of abortion access. Finally, the Katharine Hepburn slacks look is just iconic. I mean look at her.
Tumblr media
If I start thinking about her face for too long I will cry she is so so hot. Katherine is so charismatic and charming in everything she appears in - watch her adopt a leopard and fall in love with her. Also she has the biggest dick energy ever (she and her pal Lauren Bacall share that accolade). Also had an incredibly long and varied career from screw ball comedies to serious dramas - she’s a queen of the screen and I adore her.
(I hope someone else submits real propaganda but just in case they don't:) Cries. Screams. Wails. The woman who singlehandedly made me realize I was bi. A real "do i want to look like her. be her. or be with her.' crisis, where the answer was all three. Holy shit please all three.
Tumblr media
200 notes · View notes
your-local-baguette · 9 months ago
Text
Bllk boys with an anxious reader.
Warnings: not proofread and anxiety. Read at your own risk
Julian loki
Julian has alway known you had anxiety, wether your good at hiding it or not. He managed to find out, but since your now in a relationship, you've been anxious because he has yet to mention it despite that he knows you have anxiety. You were scared of the moment he would, would he find it weird when you explained, would he leave, would he-
Before you knew, your breathing became heavy and the couch dipped next to you. A comforting shushing sound in your ear, tye tears that threatened to spill were like swallowed back, your breathing slowed down, while you leaned into your boyfriend touch. "Hey hey, it's alright.."
He said, running his hand up and down your back soothingly, you calmed down after a few minutes, leaning in his touch.
Julian for sure notices when you have a panic attack/anxiety attack
He tries his best to help you, although he doesn't know how it feels like
He does his best to be empathize and be there for you when you need to
Sae itoshi
You've never told sae you had anxiety, but after being in a relationship for a few months, he figured it out. But he didn't bring it up for your sake, when you had panic attack he simply pretended to brush it off as you needing help, so you didn't have to worry about his thoughts on this.
But that all shattered one day, when your panic attack gotten so bad, he had to hold you down, to others it might seem like a tantrum but, to him he saw the pain in your eyes, the sadness, the anxiety, the...fear. he held your shoulders tightly, making you look at him. "Y/n, look at me.." he said in a gentle but demanding voice. Your gaze shakily turned to his, your heart soothed, seeing his teal eyes look into yours with that...love and worry. He felt your breathing slow "that's it, that's it" he said, although barely any emotion could be seen on his face. Sae let you hug him, he didn't show much but you could feel his worries being lifted. "You did good." He said in a hushed voice.
Although sae doesn't look too worried he really is
He doesn't show his emotions to keep you from panicking even more
He can easily notice when you're on the edge
He usually knows how to calm you down
Charles Chevalier
Charles can easily notice your anxiety, but he's a little more clumsy. Although his worried expression, he tries making weird and funny faces to snap you out. He's usually pretty good at it, but sometimes it just doesn't work. That's when he knows it's serious, like really serious and he hugs you. Letting you cry on his shoulder and punch his chest if needed. It won't him, don't you worry. (Unless you are a bodybuilder but if you are maybe don't do that)
When i mean funny faces, i mean sticking on his tongue, both his eyes trying to look at his nose etc
He's really good at it
But although his smaller frame, he can hold you down if needed or let you punch his chets.
Hope it helped you my anxious babies, i stand with y'all it ain't easy i know.
183 notes · View notes
chiipay · 23 days ago
Note
What if shidou was having a very bad day and the only thing he wanted was to stay in our presence or touch us in anyway
Just by seeing us, his nerves are calm? I don’t really know how to explain it
Uwohhh.. shidou request that's a first. I'm happy to know people do like him. I'll do my best to match his uhh vibe?.. idk
--
Ughhh it's happening again isn't it?
It's a shidou disaster. Is what you called it.
It's very very VERY normal to see another bickering shidou with another person. But DAMN it's too early for another fight he picked.
”...sorry about that, dude. I swear he normally wouldn't budge anyone at this hour-” you slightly bow in front of the French's stratum master, Julian Loki.
He's very polite and well-mannered for a guy...too good for a guy.
” it's fine. I'm surprised he suddenly acts like this at 3am..” he chuckled gorgeously- AHEM AHEM.
” shidou is in the training field. The Victor looking guy told us to locked him up there for a bit while waiting for you.” Charles Chevalier chipped in the conversation from behind making you shudder.
” oh- i see. Well if you excuse me, I'll be going now...to deal with the so-called demon.” you smile nervously before vanishing into the thin air.
As the small presence of you lingering around the hall, both the French duo look at your way.
”....i hope she won't get possessed by shidou-”
As you open the door, you meet with a pouty face of shidou who's sitting down on the grass field while the room is filled with balls lingering around like a mess.
” alright shidou, what the f-”
” i miss you. ”
”.....nuh uh- don't you use that excuse on me- NUH UH”
Shidou positions himself while sitting in front of you. Making some puppy face to ask for mercy makes you scrunch your face in disgust.
{a/n: I can't y'all I'm SoRrY-}
You look at his puppy face for a bit before sighing heavily making him grin a bit as if winning the lottery.
”....what do you want from me broo... I'm losing my shit just being here for 102935392735635 times because of you..." You covered your face with your hands making it look like you're in denial and you are.
” but that wouldn't be so fun if i tell you won't it?~~~” he smirked before patting his lap for you to sit on.
You sigh again for a tired of energy getting up at 3 am just to deal with him-
You sat down on the grass field but not for so long before shidou dragging you to sit on his lap. You ended up in a very uncomfortable position on his lap.
”.... I'm tired shidou... It's 3 in the morning... Why are you doing this? Did Rin annoy you or something? Neo league won't be too long before it ends y'know? wHy CaN't Y-” a big yawn escape from your mouth as you lean on shidou's shoulder.
He smells like shit.
But it's fine- you're too tired it makes sense while there's so many balls on the grass field. He probably got too bored getting locked up in here.
Shidou just hummed at everything questions you asked him while qooing you like a baby in his arms.
"just sleep my ever lasting star-”
" cringe.”
” the love of my life?”
” 2 × cringe.”
” my beloved, dear, sugar boo, pookie bear, bab-”
" stop it, I'm to die out of the cringiness you're making me. How did you come out with those nicknames.?"
”what can I say- you bring the best out of me, manager~”
”....cringe. no wonder why sae Itoshi ran away from you”
” ouch. but still love you tho.” he smug at you
”... thanks.”
126 notes · View notes
lorei-writes · 10 months ago
Text
HC: Awfully Similar
Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, Jin, Silvio ~1k words Premise: Little (awful) ways in which his child is (awfully) similar to him.
Chevalier
His daughter does not reply to questions when the answer is positive. Additionally, ever since she has learnt to speak in full sentences, she took a liking to the words "indeed" and "drivel".
"Say 'aaah'."
"Drivel, papa."
"Your throat is sore. You have to drink your syrup."
"Indeed. Still, drivel, papa."
His son is dreadfully difficult in the mornings. It's so bad that only Chevalier is (generally) able to wake him up. (That being said, waking Chevalier up is still a herculean task, the difficulty level of which has only been increasing with each child. Uncle Clavis is devastated whenever he has to look after his nephews and nieces... or makes the mistake of scheduling anything before noon.)
None of them like breakfasts -- the only way to get them to eat it is having either of their parents to prepare it. No matter how hard Chevalier tries, they declare to like their mother's cooking better... possibly to mess with him a little bit. (Chevalier? Jealous? Over such trivial matter? What drivel.)
His youngest son has inherited his intimidating aura. Overall, he looks just like Chevalier when he was little. However, much like Clavis, he's also a ball of chaotic laughter. The juxtaposition gives his uncles whiplash every single time.
Clavis
His son is awfully dramatic.
"Father! Guard! I am being taken from this world, the dawn lights shall welcome me no more!" <- he has fallen and scratched his knee while on a walk with Cyran
"Mother loves me not, papa."
"Oh? Why should you say that?"
"Why? Isn't it obvious? She's cooked me brussels sprouts."
His son is also vert studious when it comes to learning. His primary interests lie in physics and... literature, which explains some of his peculiar claims. (Luckily, Clavis knows how to manage a library.)
Clavis' younger son enjoys pranks and experiments, or better yet, doing both at once. Especially if the target is to be his sister (the youngest sibling). He's also taken to picking locks -- preparing ones he cannot open is something of an evolutionary race between him and his father. Ah, those alluring cabinets with chemical reagents! (Clavis has taught him how to pick locks. He caused this.)
That being said, the little lady of the bunch has a frightful foresight (much like her uncle). The pranks never succeed. (Were she not a near-perfect copy of Clavis appearance-wise, they'd likely wonder whether she was truly his daughter.)
Leon
All of his children. All of them. Sneak. Out. And to make matters worse? They split up, so if Leon wants them back at the palace, he needs to independently track down at least three people (the youngest ones usually do not leave their older siblings). Sometimes they also bring friends along! (Clavis' children are the friends.)
Another growing issue-non-issues is that they have made friends in town and now sneak them into the palace. Which, admittedly, is not something Leon is particularly bothered by (assuming he is distracted from the very real possibility of his children being kidnapped, as now everybody knows they are royalty -- nickname change from "Black" to "White" may occur in the next few years). However, the same cannot be said about the visiting nobles.
No matter how much food there was to begin with, none is ever left on the table. His son's have... healthy... appetites.
Both of his daughters are avid readers. However, they tend to get tired easily when reading... so they alternate. They usually pick a book together and read it aloud. (2 pages - change of the reader - 2 pages - change - ... )
Jin
Jin has two children, a daughter and a son. His daughter is an effortless charmer -- pretty like a doll, with infectious laughter and jokes that somehow caught on even when all she could say was "gugu gaga". (...At least Jin laughed?) Meanwhile, his son gets into situations. Shirtless.
That being said, it isn't necessarily wrong for his son to get involved. After all, he always does it to protect one of his cousins or his sister (...or to cover for them, but well, solidarity is appreciated). But why shirtless?
They both fight over lollipops. All. The. Time. And when they don't fight over them, they cry due to having none. They are not going to have unlimited teeth in their life! Good dental habits need to be established early on! (Jin also cries in lollipop rehab. Solidarity!)
Jin may have only two children, but their little family also includes four dogs. His children have an interesting affinity towards finding animals in need of help, both wild and domesticated. (You could say that Jin got roped into running the first -- unofficial -- animal shelter & rescue in the entirety of Rhodolite. He's managed to rehome the majority of the animals brought in... save for those four dogs. He just couldn't say "no" after his children nursed them back to health. He was and still is proud of them for doing that.)
Silvio
His daughter (3 years old) tries to open everything with a kick first. And by everything I mean everything -- a book? Kick! Doll house? Kick! Cabinet door? Kick! Balcony door? First she walks into it and then she kicks.
Silvio's at a loss there. He can't exactly have her wear steal cap boots. (Or... can he?)
To make matters worse, Silvio has made the mistake of taking his older daughter to the docks. She was interested in ships and his work! He wanted to show her! He really had good intentions!
And now she curses like a six years old sailor. Which is to say, poorly and fairly inaccurately, but in large quantities. And she sure is teaching this to her younger sister.
Their favourite game to play is called "Jingle-Jangle", which is a cute term for breaking into their father's closet and turning themselves into an ornate human orchestra. They put on all of Silvio's jewellery and then run through the palace, every so often losing a ring or a necklace, or perhaps both. It creates a convenient trail for Carlo (or Silvio, or Emma -- whoever is first at the scene) to follow... Provided that nobody takes it first. ("Ha?! Papa is so rich he could buy you anything!" were Silvio's famous last words.)
You've seen a typo? Let me know!
Tag List: @lancelotscloak @violettduchess @pathogenic @fang-and-feather @tele86 @rinaririr @keithsandwich @cheese-ception @bis-enti @claviscollections @queengiuliettafirstlady @sh0jun @leonscape
Tell me if you'd like to be added to my tag list :)
357 notes · View notes
queenshelby · 1 year ago
Text
Chemical Reactions (P. 6)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader
Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Infidelity
Words: 4,905
Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.
Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5
“You really want to have this discussion now?” you sighed before reaching for the packet of cigarettes which you kept on the ledge of your chalkboard while leaning back against it. You were still half naked and your bare breasts were exposed.
“Considering the circumstances, I think that we must talk about it now. I understand if you would rather save yourself for someone who…” Robert began to say as you handed him your cigarette and before you interrupting him.
“Listen Robert, the fact that you are married doesn’t bother me and, clearly, it doesn’t bother you either as, otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me” you said before snatching the cigarette from his hand again, causing Robert to furrow his eyebrows.
“Now that, too, is presumptuous” he ought to point out in respect of which you laughed.
“Is it though?” you chuckled before expanding on the topic of fidelity. “I suppose your reputation precedes you. Despite, I know about Jean Tatlock and your affair with Ruth Tolman” you told him, causing Robert’s chin to drop. He sighed again and then he asked “how did you know?” to which, of course, you had already formulated a response in the back of your head.
“Women talk. Barbara Chevalier and Ruth Tolman are friends and I have overheard a few conversations between them since living here” you admitted to Robert before handing the cigarette back to him.
“Well, for the record, my affairs with these women are in the past. I have ended them both” Robert explained before inhaling the smoke of the cigarette without realising that, for you, the fact that he had ended those affairs, did not make a difference.
“Dr Oppenheimer, with respect, none of this really concerns me. I am not your wife” you chuckled, causing Robert’s eyes to widen. He was surprised by your attitude towards this topic and now regretted the fact that he had spoken up about it before he even had the chance to be with you, at least that once.
“I suppose we have officially passed the need for formalities, don’t you think?” Robert asked. “So please, call me Robert” he then said and you took him up on his offer while still standing there with the fabric of your dress stacked up over your hips and your bare nipples pointing right at him.
“Alright, Robert” you said before giving him a cheeky smile. “Now, let me tell you something about myself” you then told him and, sure enough, he was keen to hear about your thoughts on the current situation.
“I am a woman who does not believe in love or marriage, both of which are social conventions invented by human kind without any scientific backing whatsoever. In my opinion, questions concerning marital fidelity are minuscule in today’s society where one race is trying very hard to destroy another. We have bigger issues to worry about than our own emotions” you began to explain before snatching the cigarette from Robert’s hands again and continuing with your explanation. “What I do, however, believe in is physical and intellectual attraction giving rise to a connection between two people. I believe that we have such connection but, if you do not feel the same way, then perhaps you are right and this should stop now” you then said before disposing of the fag and stepping towards Robert again who looked both, stunned and confused.
“I haven’t met anyone quite like you and I am astonished by how mature you are at such a young age” he said in an almost whispering voice while caressing your face again gently. He was looking at you with desire and need again before, somewhat expectedly, pressing his lips onto yours for a split second before you pulled away from him once more.
“Unfortunatly maturity doesn’t necessarily translate to experience, as you will soon find out” you blushed, causing Robert to look at you in awe.
“I am sure you will do just fine” he teased, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes all at the same time before you reached up and pulled his mouth to yours again.
The touch of his warm lips brushing against yours caused a thrill of excitement to rush through you. Robert’s kiss was soft, gentle, and then became more urgent as you opened your mouth to accept his tongue. Even though this was not your first kiss, you almost felt as if it was. This would be a night of firsts for both of you and your heart pounded so hard it hurt as you kissed him back fervently
“Come on” Robert then whispered after pulling away from you and guiding you towards the bed, which is when you quickly shuffled your dress down over your hips and disposed of it on the floor.
“Robert?” you then said with a husky voice before laying down on your back and looking up at him nervously as he disposed of the rest of his clothes as well, expect for his briefs.
“Yes? What is it?” he asked before joining you and hovering over you while caressing your face gently. He looked at you in awe and his eyes were reassuring.
“Take it slow, please” you whispered nervously before reaching up to run your hands through his hair.
“Of course. That goes without saying” Robert reassured you before he kissed you again and, this time around, he was deepening and lengthening the kiss, showing you just how much he wanted and desired you.
As you were kissing passionately, his hands reached around to caress you, causing your mostly naked bodies to rub against each other. Your bare breasts were now trapped against his chest and the feel of his warm body atop of yours caused shivers run down your spine.
Coming up to breathe, Robert eventually pulled away from you a little and, when he did, the tingling sensation he left behind on your lips made you smile.
Robert returned the smile you gave him and the smile that crossed his face warmed your trembling limbs and hid your excited nervousness. Despite the fact that you wanted this man more than anyone you had ever known, you felt somehow unstable when finally being faced with the idea of being intimate with someone else for the first time in your life.
The bravado you usually wore like a shield around him seemed to desert you, and even though you he couldn’t see much more than your face in this position, you felt naked under Robert’s heated gaze. You suddenly worried about your inexperience and you wondered whether this was actually a good idea.
Robert saw the panic of insecurity rise in your eyes, and he reached out to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and grazed your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his mouth to yours again. It was a slow kiss, deepening as his desire built even further. He knew he needed to go slow with you, take you gently and he hoped he could.
A hot rush travelled through your body as you responded to his kiss and felt his body shift, now enabling to graze his hands over your breasts.
“You are so beautiful” Robert then whispered before allowing not only his hands, but also his lips, to travel and you gasped as, eventually, you felt him nuzzle into your neck and trace your collarbone with his lips.
“That feels nice” you acknowledged as Robert was trailing his fingers over your skin and then you even moaned somewhat inadvertently when he brushed his fingers across your nipples. They surged under his caress and sent piercing streaks of arousal to your core. His caress was like a hot spark, and his touch excited you like you had not believed possible. You did not know how you could withstand his hands on the naked skin of your breasts for long but you knew that you had to try.
As Robert gazed over your naked flesh, you felt a blush creep up your neck. His eyes were so dark and full of lust, unlike anything else you had ever seen before and, just when Robert noticed your nervousness again, he pulled his hands away slightly, giving you some more time.
“Am I moving too fast?” he asked but you shook your head.
"No!” you groaned. “Touch me and kiss me again, please" you begged and you hoped that your voice would sound strong and self-assured. Unfortunately, you could not pull it off, and it shook with pure anxiety.
"As you wish” Robert chuckled before finally cupping one of your breasts and leaning down to slowly and gently swipe his tongue across one hard nipple.
"Oh my god" you whimpered as Robert teased the hard, little bud with his lips and rolled the other stiff nipple between two fingers.
“God, huh?” Robert teased. “I never expected to ever hear this word coming from your mouth…how unscientific of you…” he then joked just as you watched him lean over you.
“Just shut up and keep doing whatever you were doing to me. I am begging you, Robert” you joked for a moment while trying to pull his lips closer to your breasts again, which is when he took your thus-far neglected nipple into his warm mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two stiff peaks, until you trembled and gasped on the edge of something you had never experienced before.
“Fuck, Robert” You felt feverish with excitement. Your mouth was dry, but your body was more alive than it had ever been before. Without him having even touched your mound, it was wet, yet felt as if it was on fire and throbbing with need. Shivers of anticipation shot up your spine, and you sucked your breath in raggedly as Robert dragged his insistent tongue down, letting it trail over your belly and to your navel.
“So perfect” Robert then murmured against your skin as he took his time exploring your body, trailing his fingers and mouth over your belly and thighs, before running them teasingly over the lace of your panties, making you moan loudly.
“Jesus Christ” you cursed, moaned and groaned in pleasure, causing Robert to look up at you and furrow his eyebrows.
“Don’t stop” you demanded as he was looking at you now with a cheeky smile having formed across his face and you tried to squirm up against him to simply gain some friction.
"I won’t, but I want to see all of you before I continue” Robert then said as his voice was thick with longing.
“Okay” you murmured in response, sounding desperate and anxious all at the same time. Your panties were moist, evidence of your excitement, and you were certain that he could smell your arousal as you hooked your thumbs inside the waistband of the lacy panties and wriggled out of them. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly excited by the expression on his face, as he watched you offer your body to him. His expression showed eagerness, pleasure and even greed, you thought. There was no sign of the trepidation you had expected to see there.
“Now you” you then winked and, without taking his gaze from you, Robert stripped his briefs off quickly, throwing them to the side of the bed.
When you saw his erection, your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time you looked at a man’s most intimate body part, and in your virgin mind, it appeared impossibly thick and long. Your mound throbbed at the sight of it, but your stomach churned in repressed fear.
Eventually, you decided to proceed and Robert’s hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body again, pushing the anxiety from your mind as they wandered over your contours and cupped your mound gently. You groaned softly as his fingers caressed the lips, wet with your arousal, and then slid between their moistness into the entrance of your pussy.
"You are so wet” Robert then said as he buried his face against your neck while probing your entrance some more.
“Uh huh” you moaned in response as you moved your pelvis in time with his probing fingers. They were curious and insistent and were creating marvellous sensations in your core.
“Oh god Robert. This feels so nice” you eventually groaned as you spread your legs wider but your voice faded as Robert took immediate advantage of your pleasure, dipping his finger deeper inside your wetness. Your hips jerked suddenly at the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated.
"I am sorry. I will go slow" Robert said, realising that this was too quick and too soon for you and, just as he let his thumb circle and caress the hood of your swollen clit, he could feel the heavy beating of your heart. Its rhythm matched his own, but the throbbing in his groin was wilder than he could remember.
“This feels incredible” you spoke with laboured breath and took every ounce of Robert’s willpower to restrain himself and not plough into you immediately. The scent of your mound was driving him wild, and it looked so good. All soft, swollen and slick with your excitement. It was the most welcoming sight he had seen in a long time.
“I want to taste you. May I?” Robert then whispered and your eyes widened. You knew what this meant and the thought of it alone aroused you incredibly.
“Yes” you thus moaned and, unable to restrain his need to taste your properly, Robert kissed down your body again so that he could let his tongue slide through your glistening labia and taste your delicious essence as his lips sought out your fleshy clit.
"Oh, fuck! Robert. Oh my god!” you moaned, squirming under his mouth. Your nails dug into his scalp to hold him there. You did not want him to ever stop. His tongue was creating sensations in you that you had never experienced before. Masturbation had always been good for you. You knew how to use your fingers expertly to bring yourself to climax, but this was different. It was warmer, wetter and more teasing, with an intense build up that made you want to thrash around and cry out in pleasure and frustration. You rocked your pelvis against his mouth, your inhibitions fading into the background of the sensations he gave you. You moved with him, demanding more as he licked and explored you.
Eventually, a squeal of pure pleasure tore from your lips as your spasms started deep inside. You trembled and gasped at the sensations that raced through your body exploded in a wave of pleasure that radiated back throughout your body again. As the waves of sensation crossed each other, you swore you would pass out. You held on to the here and now, enjoying the wild ride, and when you opened your eyes at last, you found Robert smiling at you.
"Fuck Robert, that was amazing. I had no idea! Is that how it feels for you? I mean, would it work the same way if I did this to you?" you asked, boldly reaching out to caress the rigid cock pressed into your side, eager at the thought of giving him the same pleasure he had just given you. It was hot and hard in your hands, and a small trickle of precum dribbled from the darkly coloured tip.
“Properly” Robert acknowledged and you moved to a better position and bent your head to tentatively stroke the velvety shaft against the side of your soft cheek, before dragging the tip of your tongue over the crown. Very gently, you drew it into your mouth and sucked slowly, lovingly, savouring his meaty thickness. You were surprised by your own enjoyment of this. You had never even contemplated it before.
"Fuck, I won't be able to hold out for too long, if you do that for much longer” Robert groaned after fifteen minutes or so as he watched you latch your soft lips onto his throbbing hardness. You moaned, overcome with the sensation of having him in your mouth and the taste of his excitement.
"Then don't. Cum in my mouth. I am curious about what it tastes like” you said quite honestly after lifting your lips from his cock and looking up at him through hooded lids that only served to stoke the fire of his desire to even higher levels.
"No. I don’t want to cum. Not yet" Robert groaned nonetheless before he gently pulled you from his cock before pushing you back onto your back playfully. "The first time I cum tonight will be inside of you" he then grimaced and a rush of adrenaline shot through you as he moved between your thighs.
“If this is still what you want…” Robert then ought to confirm and you nodded eagerly.
“Yes. It is what I want Robert. I want to feel you inside of me” you told him just as you felt the heat coming off his body when he nudged himself against the moist outer lips of your pussy. You spread your legs, and he rubbed the head of his cock over your slickness. He hesitated for a second before, eventually, leaning forward and supporting himself with his arms.
He then pressed ahead, pushing himself into you slowly and carefully while looking for cues of any discomfort on your face. His attention was focused on the warm, wet feeling of your lips surrounding his cock. They opened slowly to him, and he slowly pushed himself into the velvety depths of you with a pleasurable groan. He hadn't been sure if he had been expecting the barrier of a hymen, given the fact that you admitted that you masturbated, but there was only a small amount of resistance to overcome as he continued to push into you with slow, gentle thrusts.
“Robert! Fuck!” you moaned eventually while digging your nails into his arms and shoulders. Your voice was tremulous and shaky as he filled you and stretched you beyond what you had known.
Hearing your tremulous moan, Robert thrust forward sharply now and groaned as he slid all the way up inside you. You winced and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out. Your breathing was fast and shallow as your channel opened and stretched to take all of him. Despite the soreness and feeling of being overfull, it was a wondrous moment for you, finally knowing what it felt like to have a man buried inside you.
"You are so incredibly tight” Robert gasped at the snugness of you, barely holding onto his self-control. Now that he was in deeper, surrounded by your wetness, he was careful not to move, to let your get used to the feel of him inside you. It almost killed him not to plunge repeatedly into your pussy. His cock felt harder than it ever had and your cries of pleasure, knowing no one had ever made your feel like this, made him feel more virile, more potent than he ever had.
"You don't have to hold back Robert" you breathed into his neck as you clung to him. You wrapped your legs around his hips and raked your nails down his back as he sunk deeper into you. The eyes looking down at you were tinged with concern and fire, but you wanted his desire, his passion, to feel beautiful in his arms. You wanted him to make love to you, but you also wanted him to fuck you. You wanted to experience everything you had heard others talk about over so many years, all at once, even though you knew it was unfair to expect so much from this one man alone.
He moved his hips slowly, sliding his cock back and forth inside you, letting your get used to the rhythm. You moved with him, intuitively pushing your pelvis upwards as he slid into you. Each time he buried himself inside of you, your clit was trapped against the upper side of his shaft. You moaned loudly at the exquisite sensations and ground your mound up against him even harder, pumping back faster, until the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and the squelching sound of their passionate fucking sent a wave of need and pure lust through him.
"Oh god. Keep going" you gasped, licking his neck and biting at his shoulders. "Don't hold back. Please, I need you to take me” you gasped again, unbelieving that you had said the words that chased around your brain out loud. You felt confident now. You felt safe. And you most certainly felt incredible.
Your words caused the blood to rush through Robert’s veins. He stared into your desire-filled gaze but, when his eyes locked with yours, a deeper connection hit him with more force than he had ever known with another woman before.
"Y/N. Oh god. I want you so fucking much” Robert groaned and since he didn’t usually swear or use the name of the holy lord, his very own words surprised him. Your name tore from his lips as he plundered your body, changing positions twice, before finding himself atop of you again.
His tongue drove into your mouth, sweeping inside, tasting, commanding, and taking what he needed. He could no longer restrain himself and he let himself go, fucking you the way he had wanted to ever since you had appeared in his life. With a growl of pure lust, he pumped his hips, plunging into you over and over. He could not get deep enough.
"Oh god, Robert. Take me” you moaned over and over again as he drove into you. Your body arched and undulated under his fevered lovemaking. The muscles of your channel clenched and spasmed around his length as a great bubble of pleasure rose up from your toes, engulfed you and burst into shards of explosive release that had you shuddering and sobbing.
"Let go for me Y/N” Robert groaned while he pinched your nipples, and you cried out again.
Your face and torso were flushed, your breath raspy, as you writhed beneath him and clawed at him while your body peaked again. You then cried out once more, and he lost it. A roar exploded from him as his body crested and he toppled over the edge. His length throbbed and pulsed, spilling his anguish and a steady stream of cum into you. He collapsed on you gasping, trying to regain his breath.
"Don't move, please" you said, your face still flushed with your excitement. You stroked his hair lovingly. "I like the way you feel inside me” you said while enjoying the little ebbing ripples from your tight walls against his cock. He smiled and kissed your lips softly and you continued this for a while until, eventually, he pulled out of you which caused some of your combined juices to leak from your slit and on to the sheets.
“So how did I do, Robert? Just fine?” you then asked just as Robert rolled to his side, facing you and caressing your face while you thought about this incredible explosive feeling he made you experience just moments ago.
“I actually cannot recall the last time I had sex that good” he gasped. His breath was still laboured as he looked at you and smiled.
“I am sure you say this to everyone” you joked after pressing a quick kiss on to Robert’s lips and before sitting up straight when, suddenly, it hit you and you came up with an idea.
“No, actually, I don’t” Robert said as he watched you get out of bed abruptly. “What are you doing?” he thus asked while you tippy toed across the room before standing right in front of the chalkboard in order to ask him a question.
“Have you figured how to get your hands on enough uranium yet? Because, going by my estimates, I believe that the US will never be able to secure enough for more than one bomb unless they work with their allies?” you then said somewhat suddenly, causing Robert to sit up as well and furrow his eyebrows.
“You know I cannot talk about this Y//N” he told you as you picked up the chalk and began to write down a formula.
“Alright, you don’t have to tell me anything. I do the talking and you take away what you want from it” you said as, still in your naked form, you wrote down a few calculations from your head.
“Y/N, your calculations don’t make sense…” Robert interrupted you until he realised that you were talking about two entirely different substances now.
“We aren’t talking about uranium anymore, are we?” he thus ought to clarify, causing you to chuckle.
“Well, you aren’t talking at all Robert. You can’t tell me anything, remember?” you teased before telling him that it was plutonium which you based your calculations on rather than uranium.
“Plutonium is too fragile” Robert pointed out which is when you dropped the chalk back on to the ledge of the board and shrugged your shoulders.
“Yes it is fragile, but it is powerful and you can extract more” you pointed out while, elegantly, crawling back into bed.
“It’s impractical nonetheless. It will be much more difficult to build a bomb using plutonium” Robert said while sill glancing at your calculations.
“Probably, which is why you need a bunch of people as smart as you are to figure out a way to make it work” you told him, causing Robert to pull you atop of him and kiss you again.
“There is something incredibly sexy about watching you calculate a reaction, completely naked, while talking to me about atoms” he then determined, earning him yet another quiet chuckle.
“If you say so” you teased while giving in to his many kisses and caresses.
“How do you feel about moving to the dessert with me?” Robert then wanted to know, causing you to pull away from him.
“You want me to come on to the project with you?” you asked somewhat surprised seeing that you were not even a postgrad student yet which, in your mind, made you unqualified.
“Yes. In fact, I think I need you” Robert told you nonetheless and with a great sense of determination, causing you to shake your head.
“You don’t need me Robert” you chuckled, seeing that he probably already had a group of well-known scientists on board, none of whom you could compete with.  
“But I do need you and it would just be you and me, working together during the day and then doing this at night” Robert responded to your statement while gently running his hands over your bare skin again in a suggestive kind of manner.
“Just you and me, huh?” you moaned before pushing Robert’s hand out of the way. “What about your wife?” you wanted to know, seeing that, no doubt, she would be there too.
“She has no desire to live in the middle of nowhere for a year or two, because this is how long it will take to make this bomb. She is not coming” Robert informed you while caressing your skin again, teasing you and making you ache with need and desire for him.
“Robert…” you gasped before his lips silenced you gently, kissing you passionately.
“Just think about it” he then told you after your lips drifted apart, causing you to nod.
“I will think about it and, maybe, there is a way you could make this proposal a little more appealing to me” you suggested just before you pushed Robert beneath you and assumed authority over him.
“How?” he asked while feeling your hand gently wrap around his hardening shaft.
“Well, for starters, you could fuck me again” you teased while stroking him.
“Right now?” Robert groaned while, again, you lined the head of his hard member up with your entrance, causing you to nod.
“Yes, right fucking now” you determined before sinking down on his cock, engulfing him completely, which was something you continued for a quite some time.
In fact, you made love for what felt like hours, up until one or two o’clock at night, following which Robert stayed with you, sharing a bed just like any other ordinary couple would until, suddenly, at 6 o’clock in the morning, you were startled by the arrival of someone unexpected, barging into your room.
To be continued…
Please comment and engage. I love getting comments and predictions pretty please!
Tag List
@fastfan
@elenavampire21
@dolllol2405
@allie131313
@cilliansangel
@coldbastille
@kpopgirlbtssvt
@cdej6
@kathrinemelissa
@landlockedmermaid77
@crazymar15
@damedomino  
@lauren-raines-x
@miss-bunny19
@skinny-bitch-juice
@odorinana
@cloudofdisney
@weepingstudentfishhorse
@allexiiisss
@geminiwolves
@letsstarsfalling
@ysmmsy
@chlorrox
@tommyshelbypb
@chocolatehalo
@music-lover911
@desperate-and-broken
@mysticaldeanvoidhorse
@peaky-cillian
@lelestrangerandunusualdeetz
@december16-1991
@captivatedbycillianmurphy
@romanogersendgame
@randomfangirl2718
@missymurphy1985
@peakyscillian
@lilymurphy03
@deefigs
@theflamecrystal
@livinginfantaxy
@rosey1981
@hanster1998
@fairypitou
@zozeebo
@kasaikawa
@littleweirdoalien
@sad-huffle-nerd
@theflamecrystal
@0ghostwriter0
@stylescanbeatmyback
@1-800-peakyblinders
@datewithgianni
@momoneymolife
@mcntsee
@janelongxox
@basiclassy
@being-worthy
@chaotic-bean-of-smolness
@margoo0
@vhscillian
@crazymar15
@im-constantly-fangirling
@namelesslosers
@littlewhiterose
@ttzamara
@cilleveryone
@peaky-cillian
@severewobblerlightdragon
@dolllol2405
@pkab
@babaohhhriley
@littleweirdoalien
@alreadybroken-ts
@masteroperator
@stevie75
@shabzy96
@rainbow12346
@obsessedwithfandomsx
@geeksareunique
@laysalespoir
@paigem00
@lkarls
@vamp-army
@luckystarme
@myjumper
@gxorg
@eline-1806
@goldenharrysworld
@cristinagronk16
@stylesofloki
@faatxma
@slut-for-matt-murdock
@tpwkstiles
@myjumper
@cloudofdisney
@look-at-the-soul
@smellyzcat
@kittycatcait219
@theliterarybeldam
@being-worthy
@layazul
@lyn07
@kagilmore
@50svibes
@mainstreetlilly
@ourthatgirlabby
@bitchwhytho
@takethee
@registerednursejackie
@sofi128
@mrkdvidal1989
@minxsblog
@heidimoreton
@laylasbunbunny
@laylasbunbunny
@queenshelby
@camilleholland89
@forgottenpeakywriter
@vintagecherryt
@indierockgirrl
@mrkdvidal1989
@bluesongbird
@dudde-44
@gasolinesavages
@kissforvoid
@bluebird592
@1eugenia1isabella1
@esposadomdp
@lulunalua23
@lovelace42
@bookklover23
@iwantmyredvelvetcupcake
@moonmaiden1996
@marlenamallowan
@cyphah (cannot tag)
@majesticcmey
@cleverzonkwombatsludge
@throughgoeshamilton
@alessioayla
@elenavampire21
@justforfiction
@cilliansangel
@alannielaraye
@satellitelh
@pandoramyst
@duckybird101
@snixx2088
@kylianswag
@alessioayla
@pono-pura-vida
@iraisbored69
@howling-wolf97
@aesthetic0cherryblossom
@weirdo-rules
@lovemissyhoneybee
@dazaiscum
@esposadomd
@etherealkistar
@ur--mommy
@throughgoeshamilton
@celverzonkwombatsludge
@cyphah
@atomicsouldcollecto
@heidimoreton
@nela-cutie
@futurecorps3
@delishen
@nosebleeds-247
@thirteenis-myluckynumber
@gills-lounge
@hjmalmed
@lost-fantasy
@tiredkitten
@sidechrisporn
@smallsoulunknown
@charqing-qing
@hopefulinlove
@aporiasposts
@shycrybaby
@me-and-your-husband
@hjmalmed
@lacontroller1991
@galxydefender
@aporiasposts
@multifans-things
@galxydefender
@hunnibearrr
@saint-ackerman
@raineeace
@lunyyx
@gentlemonsterjennie1
@littlewolfiieposts
@ihavealotoffandomssorry
@tn22220-blog
@nadloves​
@lost-fantasy​
@noluces​
@mcavoy-girl​
@hjmalmed​
@yogurt567
@bloodybagels​
@obeyme4life​
@richiesgroupie​
@blushykiss​
765 notes · View notes