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Ainât no way you donât bring jerboas with u anywhere u go
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Cannoneer and Two-faced! One of my favorite tropes after ronald and inference :3
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JILLIE JILLIE, I've been thinking about this costume for a while and I was just wondering... what do u think anbout it... đ„șMOSTLY SINCE NORTON HAS THE JERBOA COSTUME IN THE SAME COLLAB WIWIWIWI
BEEEE HAIIIIIII GIRLLLLLLLLL MWAMWAMWMWA
I REALLY LIKE IT!!! it reminds me of his steam teen outfit for COA and i really really like steampunk!!! I didn't check this series of costumes properly but i always came across this when i look at his costume collection HEHEHE the red panda motifs are sooooo cute on him :3
i just saw this while looking on his wiki rn AND WOUUHH ITS SO COOL!!!!! I LOVE IT SOSOMUCH HEHEHE
#NORTON'S TWO FACED COSTUME IS SO GOOFY TO ME I THINK ITS BECAUSE OF THE VERY MOUSE LIKE DESIGN HAAHAH#its a mix of cute and cool đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#NORTO.N AND NAIB FRIENDSHIP PREVAILSSSSSS#the other skins for the series look so cool toooo wiwiwi especially mary#~ mailbox#bee tag#YIPPEEE
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ă»â„ 'Are you Hugh down under?' p2
You and Hugh were the stars of the biggest movie, Wolverine and Ladypool, and fans love the two of you.
[Here's p2, thank you for loving the last one and being as obsessed as I am. I hope i got everyone on the tag list and the second part to Ladypool and Wolverine is on its way. Again this isn't proof read, this is just vibes. There's some sexual innuendos and sexist comments that Hugh is at the rescue for. Also, i'm British so half of these interviews just end up being British icons]
part one
You and Hugh being in love for twenty-five minutes (part two)
2017, Y/N heart monitor
You were doing an interview for your latest movie with Nick Grimshaw on BBC radio one. It was a new thing he'd come up with, trying it with you for the first time as you were hooked up to a heart rate monitor.
'Is it working?' asked Nick. 'Is she alive?'
You help him put the stickers onto you. 'It's like, there's nothing there,' you joke with them.
'She's a robot.'
The beeping began and it found your heart beating at a steady pace, a good start.
'So, I'm going to show you a series of images and we're just gonna see how you react to these images, ok?' he asked.
You grin, nerves kicking in. 'Ok.' It could have been anything. And boy were you right.
Some of them were fine, easy, normal. A picture of a co-star the heart rate was fine, a pair of shoes that you wore a lot, a picture of cash and an ex that had it risen but not alarmingly.
'And finally,' Nick picked up an image. 'Hugh Jackman! How does he make you feel?'
Your cheeks go red and you laugh. 'I hate you all so much, um, Hugh Jackman?' you were too busy laughing. Once you had made a joke about Wolverine and how good looking he was, now it was following you everywhere.
'Heartbeats rising!' Nick cheered as you covered your face. 'Heartbeats the highest it's ever been, eighty-five, up to ninety! One hundred!' he claps.
You bang your head on the table, finally finding control over yourself. 'I can't believe you all.'
Nick slid the picture over to you. 'Here, you can take that one home with you.'
'Thanks. He looks great there, doesn't he?' you say. 'A classic, Hugh Jackman picture.'
'Yeah, you like it?' he teased.
You grinned. 'That's going on my wall when I get home.'
The Graham Norton show
You and Hugh had walked out, waving at the adorning crowd that cheered as you took the sofa.
âHello! Hello!â Graham called.
The two of you looked the pair as you smiled and sat next to each other in spite of the space on the sofa.
âSofa to ourselves, i like that,â you say, lying back.
âThe other guests were too intimidated,â said Graham. âNow, was the walk out ok for you guys, Hugh, are you happy?â He asked.
Hugh frowned. The crowd laughed. âIt was very good, thank you.â
âBecause, is it true- and Y/N correct me if Iâm wrong, you had a specific song you walked out onto set with?â He asked.
Immediately knowing what he was talking about, you laugh while Hugh hangs his head and sighs.
You sat straight and took to explaining while patting his back. âYou see, itâs very tough for Hugh to get into character as Wolverine sometimes. So the only way was to get him out the trailer was to play a specific song.â
âOk, ok so shall we do it again, this time with the song?â Graham proposed. He ushered you both backstage, Hugh squeezing your shoulders as you went.
âWhatta a manâ by salt and pepper started playing and you led the way out for Hugh who danced his way out. The crowd clapped along as Hugh shows his moves and ended with dipping.
âOh wonderful!â Graham called as the two of you took your seats again.
For the rest of the interview thing went very smoothly.
âNow is is true that the first time you met, Hugh, you didnât actually meet Y/N?â
Hugh again huffed and shook his head. âThis show is all to embarrass me, isnât it?â
âMakes a change honestly,â you say.
Hugh looked back to you and started to tell the story. Through out, his body had moved toward you, his entire presence facing you despite talking out to everyone. âWhen I first walked on set, you know, at the ready, I was very excited to be there and even more excited to meet this wonderful lady here. And I got suited up, you know, went to hair and makeup and one of our first shots was quite a challenging one, a big stunt.â
âBig,â you agreed, taking a sip of your drink. You knew where the story was going.
âYea, so anyway, I walk over to Y/N whose already in her suit. Looks great by the way. Anyway so I start introducing myself and saying hello and how thankful I am for being here, a real heart to heart you know-â he says, âand then Y/N walked in and i realized Iâd been speaking to her stunt double the whole time- whole time!â
The crowd laugh as do you, almost choking on your drink.
Wolverine and Ladypool press:
You and Hugh sat with each other all day doing press. You kept it light with jokes between the two of you, working through the people and questions.
One particular interviewer just had to get his answers though. âSo your suit,â he starts, looking to you. âItâs very tight and eventuated several parts of you, did you find that hard to manoeuvre around?â
Hugh answered before you had the chance to open your mouth. âI found it very easy to move around in. You know, first x-men movie, not so much but these suits, are perfect.â
The guy chuckled, it was clearly forced but you thanked Hugh for taking the question, patting his knee. âCan you wear like panties with them or thongs, cause they are skin tight.â
âIâll take this one!â Said Hugh again. âI go commando, but thatâs just because I like it.â
âHe does, he does like it,â you nod, grinning. âHeâs going commando right now actually.â
The guy tried one more time to ask you a question about the suit. At this rate, your entire body turned to face Hugh. âDo you feel sexy in the suit?â He asked you.
âVery,â said Hugh.
After that, Hugh made several vulgar comments when you were alone, but luckily for you, Hugh was your own superhero.
Buzzfeed quiz
'Hello!' you greet the camera, holding your phone to your chest. 'I'm something-something Jackman.'
'And i'm the greatest actress of all time,' said Hugh.
You deflated, looking at him. 'Oh, well now I just look like a dick.'
'No, it's ok,' he shrugged. 'One of us has to look like a dick.'
The two of you were doing quizzes for Buzzfeed, answering if you're more Ladypool or Wolverine. Although you were sat next to each other, you'd both craned your bodies back so the other couldn't see what you were putting in, like it was a test.
'We're really competitive with each other,' Hugh told the crew.
'Yeah, not with anybody else, but I have to- I just have to prove i'm better than Hugh Jackman at something,' you said.
'Who are you hoping to get?' asked the lady behind the camera.
'Oh, Ladypool, obviously,' you said.
Hugh nodded along, watching you. (Did this man ever not look at you?) 'I wouldn't be angry about getting Ladypool either.'
You tut. 'So quick to betray yourself.'
If you could have a super power, what would you chose?
You read through the options. 'I think telekinesis,' you said. 'Mainly just because I'm lazy and it would be so easy to pick up the tv remote or close the curtains. Very practical.'
'Yeah, that's a good one,' Hugh hummed about it for longer. 'Maybe healing ability.'
You roll your eyes, throwing your head back. 'That's such a Wolverine answer!'
'I know, but I'm getting old, be nice for things to not hurt a lot,' he said.
Who's your favourite MCU character?
Hugh scanned the options. 'I er, don't see Wolverine on here?' he looked around at the crew behind the camera's shaking his head.
'Can't get the staff these days- oh my god Spider-Man's on here!' you cheered, distracted.
'She loves Spider-Man,' Hugh told the camera.
'I do. I really do,' you agreed. 'If it wasn't gonna be Wolvie, it was gonna be Spidey,' you look into the camera, holding your phone to your ear, mimicking for Andrew Garfield to call you.
Hugh dragged his finger of his neck in a cutting off motion if he ever did.
Who do you pick to be your road-trip buddy?
'You have to pick the Wolverine, c'mon,' Hugh nudged you.
You looked through the options which all considered x-men. You hesitated, humming. 'I dunno.'
'We had great fun in the car!'
A red blush took over your cheeks as you re-called the multiple, multiple takes you and Hugh had to do. Hugh saw this and draped his arm over the back of your chair.
'Yeah, but that was- that was different, this is a roadtrip not a porn video in a car,' you joked. 'And Wolverine's like so serious, Rogue, she's so fun.'
'Woah, woah,' Hugh paused everything. 'Rogue is great, don't get me wrong. But who's better!' he pointed at himself. 'Wolverine's not grumpy with you, he loves you!'
You look over at him, grinning sweetly. 'No, you love me and it's judging your character.' For five minutes, the two of you argued over who you'd rather have as a road-trip buddy. Most of it got sped up during the video. 'Ok, fine, I pick Wolverine. Who are you picking?'
'Charles,' said Hugh even though Ladypool was on the list.
You faced the camera, mouth hung open as Hugh laughed loudly and gave you a side hug, assuring you it was a joke but he still clicked on Charles!
Which musical number would you want to perform with your 'Wolverine and Ladypool' cast mate?
'Oh, some great choices!' boasted Hugh as he read through them all.
You smile at him, eyes softening. 'You've awakened the musical theatre beast.'
'Y/n, there's so many good choices! What do we pick?!' he grabbed your hand and squeezed as you watched him with joy.
There was a few choices: 'Love is an Open Door,' from Frozen, 'The other side,' which Hugh obviously did for The Greatest showman. But there was also 'The Love Melody' from Moulin Rouge and 'You're the one that I want,' from Grease and when you both saw that you gave each other a look and knew which one you were picking.
By the end when your results came up you cheered and punched the air, practically jumping out you seat. 'Ladypool! God, this felt like my audition for the character all over again,' you wipe pretend sweat from your brows. 'What did you get?'
Hugh showed you his phone. 'Ladypool! I got Ladypool!'
'We're so alike!' you entwined your fingers. Slowly and dramatically the two of you leant in, pretending you were going in for what would have been a very wet kiss before you both pulled back and explained your answers.
You and Hugh with Alison Hammond again!
The interview with the two of you and Alison Hammond was pretty much the two of you flirting and Alison fangirling. Fans couldn't stop editing it together.
'Ok so obviously there's been a lot of competition between the two of you, so we need to settle who's better once and for all,' said Alison. 'So i've got a series of challenges for the two of you to complete but there's a twist.'
'We're naked!' said Hugh causing you to laugh. 'No, sorry.'
Alison handed you both each a boxing glove. 'I want you to put one on each and sign your autographs, which ever is close wins the point.'
'You're on, Jackman,' you said, already sliding your hand into the boxing glove.
Hugh gave you a cocky smile. 'I am so gonna win this, you know why? Cause you've given me a right boxing glove, but i'm left-handed!' he quickly got to scribbling his autograph.
'Fuck!' you cursed, struggling with your own. (It was bleeped out on this morning).
When you handed them both back to Alison it was obvious who the winner was. 'Thanks for this guys, it'll do numbers on Ebay.'
The two of you practically topple on each other with how hard you laugh.
Next you had to try to open a bottle of water with your gloves on and pour it into glasses and try drinking from it, both of which you failed at. Then the two of you just started fighting each other so Alison called it off like she was your teacher in a rowdy class.
'So, as I am a morning presenter, I thought I'd see how good the two of you would be if you had your own Hugh and Y/N morning show- so here's some guards, scoot closer, scoot closer,' said Alison.
The two of you took the cards and moved your chairs together until your thighs were pressed together. You waited for your cue before the two of you began your audition for your own morning show.
Hugh threw his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in.
'No, Hugh,' you denied, 'we must be professional on tv!'
Alison cackled. 'Yeah, you wouldn't do that on tv.'
Hugh looked offended at the both of you. 'We're re-defining what it means!'
You push him off you and hit him with your cards.
Hugh assesses the camera. 'Where's the shot? Above our chests, perfect, so I can do this.' And he puts his hand on your thigh, sprawling it out as you bite your lip to stop the grin.
'I'm taking this audition seriously, Hugh!'
Finally, the two of you start, acting as if it was a real morning show while Alison gave you pointers.
'Did you have a good weekend?' Hugh asked you (in reality all your weekends had been spent in his company) 'What did you get up to?'
You shrug. 'Nothing much.'
'No,' he interrupted causing you and Alison to laugh. 'When I ask a generic how was your weekend, you have to tell me a great funny story that we've set up before. So, Y/N, what did you do on your weekend?'
'I went fishing,' you said the first thing that popped into your head.
'Did you fall in?' he asked.
'I fell in.'
'That's hilarious!' the way he said it and the way he looked into the camera, caring about it just made you laugh so bad. 'Don't go anywhere, we'll see you after the break!' you were still laughing when Hugh wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck, making kissing noises and hiding behind the cards.
Even more at the premier
You and Hugh stood next to each other, him keeping an arm around your waist as you both listened to the interviewer ask you questions.
'So, Y/N, we found this interview from 2017 and we thought Hugh might like to take a look at it,' they said, pulling out their phone and clicking on a video.
As soon as it started playing, you knew what it was. 'Oh god.' you hid yourself, turning to Hugh as he watched.
It was the famous heart-rate monitor interview, where, when you saw a picture of a shirtless Hugh Jackman, your heart-rate spiked higher than any other picture.
Hugh was smiling the whole time and beamed at you when the video finished. 'You have that effect on me,' he assured you, leaning his head on top of yours and smiling at the interviewer.
'Y/N, do you still feel that way when you look at him now?' they asked.
'More,' you said, speaking loudly over all the noise. 'I feel it ten times more.'
And fans, anyone, could see how much the two of you were in love. Whether it was just flirting or if it was real, it was there and everyone was happy for you.
As the two of you walked off, the camera followed you. Hugh's head was bowed low, seemingly taking low to you as his arm remained around your waist and yours came up to rub his back up and down. He laughed loudly at something you had said before dropping a kiss to the top of your head and continuing on the journey.
(there probably won't be part three but I'm working on another compilation with you and Hugh)
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The Forgotten History of the Worldâs First Transgender Clinic
I finished the first round of edits on my nonfiction history of trans rights today. It will publish with Norton in 2025, but I decided, because I feel so much of my community is here, to provide a bit of the introduction.
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The Institute for Sexual Sciences had offered safe haven to homosexuals and those we today consider transgender for nearly two decades. It had been built on scientific and humanitarian principles established at the end of the 19th century and which blossomed into the sexology of the early 20th. Founded by Magnus Hirschfeld, a Jewish homosexual, the Institute supported tolerance, feminism, diversity, and science. As a result, it became a chief target for Nazi destruction: âIt is our pride,â they declared, to strike a blow against the Institute. As for Magnus Hirschfeld, Hitler would label him the âmost dangerous Jew in Germany.â6 It was his face Hitler put on his antisemitic propaganda; his likeness that became a target; his bust committed to the flames on the Opernplatz. You have seen the images. You have watched the towering inferno that roared into the night. The burning of Hirschfeldâs library has been immortalized on film reels and in photographs, representative of the Nazi imperative, symbolic of all they would destroy. Yet few remember what they were burningâor why.
Magnus Hirschfeld had built his Institute on powerful ideas, yet in their infancy: that sex and gender characteristics existed upon a vast spectrum, that people could be born this way, and that, as with any other diversity of nature, these identities should be accepted. He would call them Intermediaries.
Intermediaries carried no stigma and no shame; these sexual and Gender nonconformists had a right to live, a right to thrive. They also had a right to joy. Science would lead the way, but this history unfolds as an interwar thrillerâpatients and physicians risking their lives to be seen and heard even as Hitler began his rise to power. Many werenât famous; their lives havenât been celebrated in fiction or film. Born into a late-nineteenth-century world steeped in the âdeep anxieties of men about the shifting work, social roles, and power of men over women,â they came into her own just as sexual science entered the crosshairs of prejudice and hate. The Instituteâs own community faced abuse, blackmail, and political machinations; they responded with secret publishing campaigns, leaflet drops, pro-homosexual propaganda, and alignments with rebel factions of Berlinâs literati. They also developed groundbreaking gender affirmation surgeries and the first hormone cocktail for supportive gender therapy.
Nothing like the Institute for Sexual Sciences had ever existed before it opened its doorsâand despite a hundred years of progress, there has been nothing like it since. Retrieving this tale has been an exercise in pursuing history at its edges and fringes, in ephemera and letters, in medal texts, in translations. Understanding why it became such a target for hatred tells us everything about our present moment, about a world that has not made peace with difference, that still refuses the light of scientific evidence most especially as it concerns sexual and reproductive rights.
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I wanted to add a note here: so many people have come together to make this possible. Like Ralf Dose of the Magnus-Hirschfeld-Gesellschaft (Magnus Hirschfeld Archive), Berlin, and Erin Reed, American journalist and transgender rights activistâKatie Sutton, Heike Bauer. I am also deeply indebted to historian, filmmaker and formative theorist Susan Stryker for her feedback, scholarship, and encouragement all along the way. And Laura Helmuth, editor of Scientific American, whose enthusiasm for a short article helped bring the book into being. So many LGBTQ+ historians, archivists, librarians, and activists made the work possible, that its publication testifies to the power of the queer community and its dedication to preserving and celebrating history. But I ALSO want to mention you, folks here on tumblr who have watched and encouraged and supported over the 18 months it took to write it (among other books and projects). @neil-gaiman has been especially wonderful, and @always-coffee too: thank you.
The support of this community has been important as Iâve faced backlash in other quarters. Thank you, all.
NOTE: they are attempting to rebuild the lost library, and you can help: https://magnus-hirschfeld.de/archivzentrum/archive-center/
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âDUNE 3â AND BABY BUMP â Austin Butler
SYPNOSIS: Austin Butler and his wife, Y/N, have just wrapped filming on Dune 3 together, where they played intense and compelling rolesâAustin as the menacing Feyd Rautha, and Y/N as one of his captivating consorts. The two, now parents to their newborn daughter Wren, join The Graham Norton Show alongside Dune producer Barbara Sanderson to discuss their experience making the movie. As they reveal intimate behind-the-scenes moments, including how Y/N filmed while pregnant and concealed her growing bump, the conversation takes a funny and heartfelt turn. Between Austinâs protective instincts on set, the crewâs humorous attempts to safeguard the baby bump, and the secret they kept from their fans, the interview showcases the coupleâs love, their chemistry, and the unforgettable memories they made while working together.
WARNING(S): Mentions of pregnancy, humor and lighthearted conversations, discussions of intimate scenes in a playful way, fluff.
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The soft hum of excited chatter filled the studio of The Graham Norton Show as the audience eagerly awaited the next segment. It was a particularly star-studded episode, featuring the much-anticipated stars of Dune 3. As the cameras prepared to roll, Graham himself sat ready at his desk, glancing through his notes and smiling at the mention of the guests he would soon welcome to the stage. He knew this was going to be a fun interviewâhe could feel it.
âAnd now,â Graham said with his trademark charm as the show returned from its commercial break, âplease give a warm welcome to the stars of Dune 3âAustin Butler, Y/N Y/L/N, and the producer of the Dune series, Barbara Sanderson!â
The applause erupted as Austin, dressed in a sleek, perfectly tailored black suit, walked hand in hand with you, his wife and co-star, Y/N. You radiated elegance in a soft, flowy dress that accentuated your post-pregnancy glow. Behind you, Barbara Sanderson, the producer, strode confidently onto the stage, smiling broadly at the adoring crowd.
Once the three of you were seated on the famous red couch, Graham leaned in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âWell, look at you two! Fresh from the intergalactic battles of Dune 3 and straight into parenthood. Congratulations on the birth of your daughter, Wren Butler!â
The applause filled the room once again as you and Austin exchanged a warm look, his hand gently squeezing yours.
âThank you so much,â you said, beaming. âSheâs been an absolute joy, and weâre really loving being new parents.â
Austin nodded in agreement, his face lighting up at the mention of Wren. âYeah, itâs been incredible. Sheâs such a sweet baby.â
Graham leaned forward with that ever-curious expression, already knowing the direction he wanted to take the conversation.
âNow, I have to askâDune 3 is quite an intense film. I mean, itâs the culmination of this epic sci-fi saga, and the two of you play some pretty heavy roles. Austin, youâre Feyd Rautha, the ruthless antagonist, and Y/N, youâre one of his darlings. There are some... well, letâs call them intimate scenes between the two of you, arenât there?â
The audience chuckled as Austin smirked, his hand still resting protectively on your knee. You shared a quick glance with him, both of you clearly in on the joke.
âOh yeah,â Austin drawled, flashing that signature half-smile of his. âFeyd Rautha doesnât do subtle.â
Graham laughed and nodded. âNo, I donât think subtle is in his vocabulary. But thereâs been a lot of speculation, Y/N, becauseâcorrect me if Iâm wrongâwere you actually pregnant while filming those scenes?â
The room seemed to hold its breath as the question hung in the air, and the audience collectively leaned forward in their seats. You grinned, glancing at Austin for a beat before answering.
âYes, itâs trueâI was pregnant while filming Dune 3,â you admitted, laughing softly as the crowd gasped in surprise. âIn fact, I found out early on, but I was lucky because my bump didnât really show much until I was about eight or nine months pregnant. So by the time we were filming those scenes, I had a tiny bump, but only Austin and the crew knew!â
The audience erupted into laughter and applause, clearly charmed by your candid admission. Grahamâs eyes widened, clearly intrigued.
âSo let me get this straightâyou were filming these intense, steamy scenes with Feyd Rautha while pregnant with Austinâs baby?â
You nodded, laughing even harder. âYep! I was carrying his baby the whole time during that scene where Iâm, well... not wearing much. Talk about method acting!â
Austin, trying to hold back his laughter, chimed in. âYeah, it was pretty surreal, to be honest. Weâd be in the middle of a scene where Iâm supposed to be all intense and villainous, and then as soon as they called âcut,â Iâd go straight into husband modeââAre you okay? Do you need anything? Howâs the baby?ââ
The audience burst into laughter again as you playfully nudged Austin, smiling affectionately. âHe was the most overprotective co-star Iâve ever had,â you teased. âBut honestly, it was really sweet. He and the entire crew were so supportive. I felt like I had a whole army of people making sure I was comfortable.â
Barbara Sanderson, the producer, who had been quietly enjoying the banter so far, spoke up with a fond smile. âI think itâs safe to say that once we found out Y/N was pregnant, the entire atmosphere on set shifted. Everyone became so protective of her. I remember one day when we were filming a particularly physical scene, and I swear, at least five people rushed to her side with pillows and blankets the moment we finished shooting.â
Grahamâs eyes widened in mock disbelief. âPillows and blankets on a Dune set? Sounds like a far cry from the sandworms and desert storms of Arrakis!â
You laughed, nodding. âIt was so funny! I felt like I was wrapped in bubble wrap half the time. And the funny part is that I felt completely fineâlike, I wasnât really showing much, and I wasnât feeling sick or anything, but everyone was treating me like I was about to go into labor at any moment.â
Austin grinned, clearly loving the memory. âYeah, I remember one scene where you had to lie down on this really uncomfortable-looking floor, and before I could even say anything, someone was already there with a pillow, fluffing it up for you. It was like, âAlright, guys, sheâs toughâshe can handle it.ââ
Barbara laughed, nodding in agreement. âWe did get a little overzealous, Iâll admit. But when your co-star is carrying a baby, you do tend to get a bit overprotective!â
Graham leaned back in his chair, thoroughly entertained. âSo, Austin, how was it for you knowing that your co-starâwho also happens to be your wifeâwas pregnant with your child during these scenes? Was it difficult to stay in character?â
Austin scratched the back of his neck, a playful grin crossing his face. âWell, letâs just say it added a whole new layer to things. I mean, thereâs Feyd Rauthaâthis brutal, ambitious characterâand then thereâs me, Austin, whoâs just trying to make sure my wife and our baby are okay. So yeah, it was definitely a bit of a challenge to switch back and forth.â
The audience chuckled at his honesty, and Graham leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âI can only imagine! And I have to ask, did the fans pick up on any of this? Because if your bump wasnât really showing until later, I imagine it must have been quite the surprise when you finally announced your pregnancy.â
You nodded, a knowing smile on your lips. âYeah, we managed to keep it pretty low-key. I think most fans didnât notice anything at all. I wore a lot of loose costumes, and the camera angles were really clever. It wasnât until after filming wrapped, and we announced Wrenâs birth, that people were like, âWait, you were pregnant during all of that?!ââ
Graham shook his head in disbelief. âIncredible. And now youâve got a beautiful daughter. How is Wren doing?â
Austinâs expression softened immediately at the mention of his daughter. âSheâs amazing. Sheâs the happiest little baby, always smiling. We feel really lucky.â
âSheâs been a dream,â you added, your voice full of warmth. âAnd weâre just so grateful for how everything worked out. Filming Dune 3 while pregnant was definitely a unique experience, but now that we have Wren, it all feels even more special.â
Graham smiled, clearly touched by the coupleâs love for their daughter. âWell, it sounds like a labor of loveâno pun intended.â
The audience laughed again, and Graham leaned in with a teasing glint in his eye. âBefore we wrap things up, I have one more question, because the Dune fans will absolutely want to knowâwere you ever shy filming those intimate scenes with Feyd Rautha, knowing you were pregnant?â
Y/N smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shy? Not at all! I mean, I was literally pregnant with his baby while filming those scenes. By that point, I was more worried about not tripping over cables on set or staying awake between takes."
The audience erupted in laughter, their amusement filling the room. Austin grinned, his arm draped comfortably behind you as he chuckled.
"Yeah, when you're both trying to stay in character and simultaneously making sure you're not stepping on your wife's dress or her tiny baby bump, 'shyness' kind of takes a backseat."
Graham, always quick to lean into the humor, smiled wide. "It does add a whole new dimension to 'intimate scenes,' doesnât it?"
Barbara, who had been watching with an amused expression, nodded. "Oh, absolutely. I remember one of the costume designers coming up to me, stressing about how to hide the bump, and I just said, 'Embrace it. If anyone asks, weâll say itâs all part of the world-building.â"
The audience roared with laughter, and you chimed in, still laughing. "Honestly, the bump was so small that for most of the filming, it was our little secret. But by the end, I think some people on set were like, 'Wait a minute...'"
Austin playfully nudged you, shaking his head. "Itâs amazing how you kept it under wraps for so long. By the time your bump did start to show, it was like an Easter egg for the crew. Everyone was tiptoeing around it."
Graham leaned forward, still grinning. "So the fans were completely in the dark until you announced Wrenâs birth?"
"Pretty much," you confirmed. "We didnât want to make a big public announcement during filming. It was such a special time for us, and we really just wanted to keep it between us and our closest friends and family."
Graham nodded, clearly touched. "It sounds like you handled it beautifully. And I think I speak for everyone when I say itâs wonderful to see you two sharing this moment, both in your careers and in your lives together."
The audience applauded again, the warmth in the room palpable. Austin turned to you with a soft smile, his hand gently squeezing yours as he spoke. "Itâs been an amazing journey, both in terms of Dune 3 and our life as a family. We feel really lucky."
You smiled back at him, your heart full as you took in the supportive energy of the room. "We do. And honestly, Wrenâs timing couldnât have been more perfect. She arrived right after we finished filming, like she was waiting for her cue."
Graham laughed, clapping his hands together. "A born performer already! Watch out, Hollywood!"
The light-heartedness of the moment allowed everyone to bask in the happiness that radiated from the two of you. Even Barbara, normally so focused and professional, seemed to be swept up in the magic of the interview. "Itâs rare to have this kind of chemistry on set," she said thoughtfully. "Austin and Y/N brought so much more to their roles than just acting. There was a real connection, and I think it showed in every scene."
Graham glanced between you and Austin, raising an eyebrow. "Speaking of chemistry, whatâs it like acting opposite your husband in a movie like Dune? Is it hard to separate the personal from the professional?"
You laughed lightly, tilting your head toward Austin. "Honestly? Sometimes yes, and sometimes no. There were moments where it was challenging to stay in character, especially when heâd shoot me a look, and Iâd know exactly what he was thinking, which usually had nothing to do with the scene."
Austin chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it definitely keeps things interesting. Youâll be in the middle of this intense, dramatic moment, and then one of us will break character for a split second, and itâs hard not to laugh. But I think, ultimately, working together was really rewarding. We pushed each other in ways I donât think we would have with anyone else."
Graham smiled warmly, clearly charmed by the dynamic between the two of you. "It sounds like a real partnership, both on and off screen."
"It really is," you said softly. "Weâve always supported each otherâs careers, and Dune 3 gave us the chance to take that support to a whole new level. Filming while pregnant, working through those intense scenes togetherâitâs all made us stronger as a couple and as parents."
Austin nodded, his expression filled with pride. "Yeah, weâve been through a lot together, and this experience just solidified how much weâve got each otherâs backs."
Graham looked genuinely moved. "Thatâs beautiful. And now youâve got Wren, this incredible new chapter in your lives. Whatâs next for you both? More movies together? More babies?"
The audience laughed, and you couldnât help but join in. "Well, weâre definitely taking some time off to focus on Wren right now. But who knows? If the right project comes along, we might just team up again. As for more babies..." You glanced at Austin with a playful smile. "Weâll see!"
Austin grinned, raising his eyebrows mischievously. "One day at a time, Graham."
Graham shook his head, laughing. "Well, whatever the future holds, Iâm sure itâs going to be amazing. Thank you both so much for sharing your story, and congratulations again on Wren and the success of Dune 3."
As the audience clapped and the lights dimmed for the final moments of the segment, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. Sitting there with Austin, reflecting on the incredible journey youâd shared, you couldnât help but feel that this was just the beginning of something even greater.
As you left the stage, Austinâs arm wrapped around your waist, you exchanged a look that said more than words ever could. From co-stars to husband and wife, from actors to parents, your shared adventure was far from over. Whether on-screen or off, you knew that whatever came next, youâd be facing it together.
And as for Wren? Well, maybe one day, she'd get her own starring role.
part 2? maybe
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Can you please do a Norton and fool's gold with a reader where the reader has cinnamoroll personality (cinnamoroll is from sanrio)
MIND OVER MATTER IS MAGIC!
đ IN WHICH: drabbles (seperately) of Norton Campbell and Fool's Gold with a reader who is like cinnamoroll from sanrio (basically, shy yet sweet who will also help out their friends whenever they can)
đ„„ NOTE FROM XEA!: thank you so much for your request! i love writing for norton but im wary my fools gold may ooc...haha...
đ«§CONTENT WARNINGS: pre-established relationship, Norton may appear overprotective, mc may appear to be 'pure and innocent' in a fashion that may be perceived as corny to some readers. reader is referred to as "doll" in Norton's section, "babyface" in Fools Gold's. Seer is mentioned and Grave keeper is implied in Fools Gold section. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
NORTON CAMPBELL; The Prospector
NORTON swears up and down he's done nothing worthy of him deserving you.
The way your thumb grazes his knuckles in a comforting manner--whether to soothe your own nerves or his is unsure-- but the expression of innocence coated on your face both makes his heart sink to his stomach and gives him butterflies.
You have the eyes of someone who has gazed at few possible traumatic scenarios and the skin of one who not been lashed by the harsh truths of the world. He squishes down his feeling of envy when he feels he's going too far down the rabbit hole of his thoughts.
But now, as he bandages up your wound from the cold Night Watch, he can't help but realize how that weighs you down. It wasn't supposed to be you with the gash in your thigh it was supposed to be the teammate you wasted no time saving. You took a hit for them, and for what? So they could have a futile 5 seconds to run as fast as they could only for the harsh winter wind to yank them back to the hunter? You we're such a fool, having so much faith in these people.
But that's what led you two to become such a power couple. You gave him a chance.
"Norton-"
"Hush up, doll." And you do just that.
He looks angry and you feel nervous because of it.
"I'm sorry for getting injured." You mumble quietly. You don't expect a 'Its fine' or a 'Its not your fault' because this was a rookie mistake and you by no means are a rookie.
He remains silent, finishing up dressing your wound. His gloved hands go to hold your thighs as you sit in some corner of burned down building in the Arms Factory.
"Don't do that again." He states. Its not up for debate and you silently nod, moving to give his forehead a kiss as you steady yourself to get up and work on getting out of here.
NORTON CAMPBELL; Fools Gold (Hunter Identity)
"Hm, shame. Really."
Fools Gold let out a teasing laugh as he shoved you into a chair. He leaned on the wall behind it as you glared up at him. Fools gold clicked his tongue (does he even have one??) and fake pouted, most likely mocking you.
"D'aw, don't look at me like that, Babyface. You wouldn't be like this if you didn't sacrifice yourself for that silly little seer."
At least he was brutally honest.
Your muscles are screaming at you and you can feel them throbbing after you spent the last 2 minutes running and jumping and rolling to get away from him.
He traces your jawline with his pickaxe, you can feel your face heat up as Fools Gold lets out a wheezing chuckle. "All bark huh?"
You try to stutter out a response not until you see the ground beside you break. This was going to take a while.
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đș đđđđ,
XEA!
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clinging to the only manor guest who makes you feel safe various idv charas + you (platonic)
for @ninacottoncandy
đŠâïžđ§Čđâ€ïžâđ©č
Here are the reader's traits described in the original ask: You have grown really attached to them and won't let them go, following them like a lost duckling. They're the only one you act energetic around, while you're shy and scared around others. It's later revealed that you were neglected back home resulting in abandonment issues.
đŠ Leo
Leo sees something in you that he can't exactly pinpoint. Maybe you fill a loss that he's tucked into the crevasses of his memory. Maybe you represent a second chance at one of his lingering regrets. Whatever it is, he swears that no harm will come to you as long as he's around.
He sneaks you the universal passcode to the arms factory's exit gates, with instructions written in his messy scrawl: "Play the game. Do what they ask. Use for emergensy only." It's not the first time he's been punished for breaking the rules, but that's a trivial thing if it means protecting you.
Before your first game, he brings you a gift, a crude little thing that's obviously handmade. It's a miniature red-and-purple striped rocket chair made for dolls. You find it a little childish, but Leo attaches a story to it: "If bad guy catches you. 1, 2, 3, blast off. Trapped again."
That's a bit grim, but cute, you suppose. You're not sure why he gave it to you, though.
âïž Charles
As a man of few words and a perpetual poker face, his fondness for you might not be that obvious. But he finds you terribly endearing. He doesn't mind having you in his shadow at all. It won't be long before he starts feeling very protective of you.
In an attempt to get closer to him, one day you ask to try out his jetpack. He's always tinkering with the thing, so he must have a lot to say about it, right? The moment you reach for it, something in Charles snaps, and with a panicked shout he knocks you off it before cradling his device tightly in his arms. With that look of abject terror in his eyes, one would think you were trying to murder his baby. You never thought it was even possible for him to raise his voice like that.
The truth is, he couldn't have cared less about the jetpack. He was worried about losing someone else to his faulty machine. The guilt for frightening you plagues him for weeks after. He dedicates the next few months to working on a device that stabilizes his hand tremors. Not for his own sake, but because he can't bear to disappoint youâhe wants to build something safer for you to try, and needs a reliable hand to do it.
đ§Č Norton
Finds it bothersome. He has an unspoken agreement with the rest of the manor to steer clear of each other, whatâs not clicking for you? He doesnât exactly radiate sunshine and rainbows. Why you got attached to him of all people is something he canât wrap his head around.
He wonât go out of his way to talk to you, which you can consider a small mercy from him. If forced heâll bluntly shut down the idea of being your âprotectorâ or whatever role youâve arbitrarily assigned to him. Heâs not here to babysit anyone, especially not for free. Doesnât matter what your story is.
It seems like the best way to win his favor is by giving him space. And start hoping heâll warm up with time. With the manor's stretches of eternity in store for you, you can certainly spare the wait.
đ Ada & â€ïžâđ©č Emil
The first time you begin yearning for them remains clear in your memory. They're huddled together over the kitchen stove, morning sun filtering through the open window. Ada explains how to flip an omelette while Emil is paying more attention to her gentle hands than her technique. Once in a while their soft giggles rise above the sound of sizzling oil.
Watching them, suddenly you aren't at the manor anymore. You're in one of those big, bright two-story houses from the stories you read as a child, the ones with the perfect families and happy endings to every trouble that comes their way. Ada and Emil probably don't even realize how picture-perfect they look in this moment, how similar they are to the families you thought only existed once upon a time. Their love makes you jealous, but you crave it just as much.
Sharp as always, Ada is quick to notice you observing them. You fear a round of questioning but instead she says, "Good morning. Do you want something? How do you like your eggs?" and Emil pipes in a second later with "Onions okay?"
It's such a casual sentiment, but it takes you aback. Most manor guests aren't glowing examples of neighborly people, you've learned that the hard way. But your wishful thinking gets the better of you, so you play along. They bring out a plate of your breakfast and sit with you at the table. You remember thinking, even if they are tricking you and these eggs are poisoned and you never wake up again, it would be nice to go with this fairy tale family as your last memory. But you get to enjoy a delicious breakfast and the remaining hours of the day without issue.
The same thing happens the next morning, and the one after that.
Emil's prowess with the frying pan drastically improves as the days go by, and soon he starts waking up ahead of Ada to surprise her. Some days include you, with him gently nudging you out of bed, eager smile on his face as he teaches you all the cooking tricks Ada taught him. He also shows you a notepad he keeps, with lists titled: Ada favorites. Good food for a bad day. Restront menus (make at home). And a new addition: What (Y/N) likes.
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Nah not âjerboasâ , itâs just one of them
#identity v#idv fanart#idv#identity 5#naib subedar#norton campbell#identity v naib#idv prospector#cheshire cat#norton two faced
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A couple of my norton drawings đȘšđč
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CopyCat
This was written after a match of copycat w my boyfriend. If i had a nickel for every time i lived becuz someone i knew was the killer, i would have two nickels which isnt a lot
Rated Mature | Warning: Aesop just Aesop
The game supposedly is simple, they said that about Tarot and Blackjack which is not easy! You have the role of Detective, you⊠Honestly, you do not understand how you are supposed to find clues as everyone is running around doing something to their assigned goals. You find the tasks are easy but finding them is not, as you partially know your way around this creepy unsettling map⊠Not that you get many matches here.
âWhat are you doing?â Aesop says from behind you as you are refolding the towels after obtaining a rag⊠You have no idea why the task wants you to find a rag. You look up from your crouch form and smile.
âMy tasks.â Thinking nothing of it, âYou?â
âChecking on you. I saw you run in here. You shouldn't be alone.â
âI wasn't at first. Norton was here until Luca passed by then he said he was gonna go check on him.â Standing up after putting everything back in place, âYou want to see the piano with me?â Offering to stick close with the Embalmer.
âYes.â He takes your hand, a first for you, and guides you to the church room with the piano.
Here he watches you attempt the task of playing a few piano notes. His eyes are not on you but on Norton who is hiding a body in another room as quietly as possible. You mess up and retry giving the perfect opportunity for the copycat to hide crime (after quickly killing Luca between the music playing).
âI swear Frederick makes this look easy. Fucking three timesâŠâ Finally done, âAesop?â Turned to get up only to be greeted by his face up close filling your field of view.
He is closer in your personal space with his hand on top of the piano to hold himself in place above you, â(Name),â His eyes on your face then your lips, âA kiss.â
You stare at him completely flustered as Aesop is not the type to always ask for physical affection, you seek it more so from him while respecting his boundaries. You grip the edge of the seat, his finger hooked over the top of his medical mask. To anyone else this is nothing but to you it has you open your mouth ready to question but Aesop is quick to silence any words. His lips on yours without the mask are rare, his tongue in your mouth only happened once but the sensation was too much.
You grab his shoulders as one hand is on your thigh and the other behind your neck keeping you in place as he kisses you. You crumble easily, of course you do, you love Aesop, and anything he gives you is treasuredâ As he does with you. Your eyes close as you return the kiss the best way you can give the only other person is Joseph who honestly plays with you like a cat to a mouse.
Aesop is demanding your focus on his kiss, stealing your air before you can get it back between kisses. You do not see his eye is on Norton who hid the body and now is leaving to distance himself from the crime scene.
When Aesop pulls his lips away, he realizes he can taste the flower cake you were sharing with Emma before the match. Licking his lips noticing kissing you this way was not bad.
âA-AesopâŠâ You are completely a mess while he looks completely fine. âUh⊠Wow.â
âSorry,â Pulling back up his mask, âThought it would make you feel better.â
âHuh⊠Oh! Yeah, heh, it made me honestly forget what I was upset about haha.â You wish he did not stop and take you on the piano like some scene in a periodic TV show, which reminds you he does have that one outfitâŠ
âEmergency meeting called by the Fire Investigator!â
The announcement is loud from the old speakers.
Everyone is going over clues as the spotlights shift between each player. Aesop is quiet. You are antsy and keep playing the kiss over and over in your head, going a little past kissing.
â(Name)?â Emily's voice makes you snap back to reality, âWhat were you doing during the time of the murder?â
Without thinking, âKissing Aesop.â You say than panic, âDoing a task in the piano room then kissing Aesop!â
Silence⊠âSo that clears themâŠâ Says Edgar who sighs.
You mouth sorry to Aesop who sits across you but he looks rather pleased with himself.
When the meeting ends, no one is voted out, you go back to doing your task. No piano but you need to go paint? More like tracing what is painted there already.
Aesop walks by you while following Victor, he glares at Norton who is going to strike you but raises his hands as if he is joking.
Next emergency meeting, Edgar is voted out after trying to blame Florian for the death of Victor. Poor Charles found the body.
You really hate this game is literally Among Us from your time, or that other game Town of Salem. It feels rather fucked up given how after this each person has to depend on each other in matches.
âAre you okay?â Aesop asks after the second meeting.
âYeah, just⊠This game would be better for the hunters. At least they don't have to rely on each other.â
âWhy?â
âThis is a game of lies. Lying to one another, the accuser and the accused. I can't tell who to trust or who to be alone with Iââ His hands on your face as to center you with the cold texture on your heating face.
âDo you trust me?â
In your frazzled state, âYes.â
âGood. Nothing is going to happen to you.â Aesop would rather kill you himself but you are going to be last. The others are a problem, especially Charles, âStay in plain sight.â And you do.
The Detectives win because you love doing tasks⊠You are definitely a bit scared of Aesop as he lied to you yet kept his word. You weren't harmed even though it cost the copycats the match.
The kiss is not letting you stay mad at him.
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Being stuck under the bed - NSFW
Characters: Mike, Norton, Naib, Luca, Victor and Andrew.
Contains: Suggestive Themes
Mike Morton
He knocks on your door at a rapid pace before barging in, calling out your name in a singing voice. He's confused when he doesn't immediately find you sitting on your bed. Rather, he finds your legs and behind sticking out underneath the bed. He approaches you with a twirl, and you don't even need to see his face to know that he's smirking. "Oh my, oh my! This is quite a surprising sight to stumble upon! Though i don't know if i do want to help you.." his voice wanders off as he stares at your wiggling ass, trying to get out.
He kneels down and grabs one cheek of your ass with one hand, while placing his other on your back, tracing the tips of his fingers to the rim of your pants, taking them off teasingly slow. "I'll take this as a reward for all the hard work that i've put into my shows, darling~" As his voice drops, with a husky tone in your ear, you know just what kind of trouble awaits you.
Norton Campbell
He knocks two times before entering your room. His eyes scan around the room for you, to have no luck. He's about to turn around and close the door when he hears some odd shuffling sound. His eyes turn towards your bed, where he finds you stuck. "Norton, is that you? Can you please help me out?" He walks towards you and looms over your figure, debating on what he should do.
He thinks back to the previous matches, where you absolutely teased the hell out of him, and led the hunter to him so he couldn't do anything to you during the match. But now it seems that luck isn't on your side anymore.
"Norton, why did you unzip your pants!? Norton!!?"
Naib Subedar
Naib quietly entered your room, expecting for you to be asleep, but instead he saw your ass sticking out from underneath the bed. He first let out a confused sigh before kneeling down, the slight blush on his face luckily not being visible in the dark.
"You.. how did you even.." he said quietly, his voice barely audible as a whisper. "Well.. what if i said i was stuck like this on purpose, just for you?" Something switched in his brain when he heard the flirty tone in your voice. You could hear his breathing get slightly heavier as he continued to stare at your behind.
He spread both of your legs slightly, kissing your inner thigh. You muffled your moan, not wanting to possibly wake the other survivors up.
Victor Grantz
After not hearing your usual response when he knocked, he got worried. He put his ear to the door, hoping to at least hear that you were alright. He heard some shuffling inside, so that reassured him that you at least were okay. Though maybe you did not hear him knock?
He twisted the door knob and quietly shut the door behind him. He instantly spotted half of your body sticking out from under your bed. He let out audible worried noises, as he kneeled down and looked around how to safely get you out from your bed.
"Victor, love.. could you please get my out of here?" The blonde boy wrapped his hands around your waist carefully, deciding that he must have imagined the flirty tone in your voice. With his body now behind yours, pressed against your ass he blushed. His mind was not helping him at all at the moment. But the moment you audibly moaned when he tried to pull you out of the bed, with his crotch against your ass, he suddenly got the hint that this was intentional.
His blush worsened, but this time he changed his grip to instead hold your hips. After all, didn't you want this boldness from the mute postman?
Luca Balsa
"Hey love, check this out!" He barged into your room with a box full of mechanical parts he had gathered. He ranted about what his next invention was going to be, when you interrupted him. "That does sound nice and all, but could you help me out first?" The wiggle you did when you finished the question made Luca's face red. He always admired your body, being very handsy when you allowed him to be. "A.. ah.. don't worry! I'll get you.. out.. of there, yeah.. ye .. yeah.. !" You smirked, knowing that the compromising position you made yourself stuck in, made Luca's mind rattle full with lustful thoughts.
The prisoner coudn't decide what to do next, he really did want to help you, but on the other hand it didn't sound like you truly did need help, plus you got into that position just for him, he was sure if it. He approached you with a grin, his hands quickly resting on your ass. You could feel him tremble from excitement, as he groped your as eagerly, pressing his body against it.
"Did you read my mind? Because i could use some stress relief"
Andrew Kreiss
You two were hanging out in your room, reading books. With him attempting to read your books. He was very thankful that you went out of your way to teach him how to read. His mind was always full of you, and thinking how he could ever succesfully express the love he held for you.
You put your book aside, a new idea popping inside of your head. You kneeled down and shuffled under your bed, pushing your body as far as you could, with your ass still sticking out. "Oh Andrew dear, could you help me out? It seems i'm stuck!"
He looked up from the book to look at you wiggling your ass at him in a seductive manner. Though he didn't understand your true intentions, and panicked when he saw that you were stuck. "O.. oh heavens! How did this happen? I.. i'm so sorry! I'll find help..!"
You had to stop him from panicking, not wanting another survivor to get you out of this predicement you got yourself into. "Andrew, i did this on purpose, you know? Because i know you sneak glances at me when you think i'm not looking" The way you taunted him made his entire face turn red, as he stood still like he got caught in the middle of a crime. He stuttered, trying to come up with a possible explanation, but he couldn't.
He loved you so much, and he felt embarrassed. You even knew about him sneaking glances at you like a pervert. Is that why you got into such a position, just for him..?
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I wanna feel you from the inside-
Song: Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Summary: Using his weakness against him to snag a cheap rescue was playing dirty, but unfortunately for you, Norton is well versed when it came to playing like that..ïżŒ
Warnings: Fools gold gets his own warning. Implied Monster fucking, afab reader, pet names (doll/dollface/slut/ect) Nortons mean guys đ He hurts ur boob, the smut is cut off though
You knew what you were getting into. But, at the same time, it was a bit of ganjiâs fault as well.
Getting downed at five ciphers was quite embarrassing, and most people wouldnât even bother with the rescue.. But⊠then again, you know the feeling all too well. You were relatively close with the batter after all. That being said, you were in no hurry to complete said rescue. After completing your cipher you hurried over to the outside of the dreary hospital where Ganji was currently chaired. It was already above half, so if he were to get chaired once more, heâd be dead, but at least the rescue would give ganji a chance to redeem himself after that unfortunately short kite.
You carefully snuck around the limited structures to block the line of sight of Norton, who was camping the chair. You know Norton would prefer to not swing at all rather than risk accidentally hitting you in the process. As cruel as he may act, he does care for you. He is just a greedier version of his survivor counterpart, whom would give him an aggravatingly long earful if he downed you. Knowing all of this, you still decide to use it against him in situations like this.
And oh, how he loathes you for that.
Quickly, and a bit recklessly, you dashed up to the chair, trying to catch Norton off guard. It worked well enough to successfully get Ganji off the chair, but it you lost all your courage with it. You didnât have it in you to body block, so you simply planned on going back to decoding duty while Ganji attempted to kite once more.
Well, thatâs how you thought it would play out. When you booked it away from the chair you scrambled into the hospital and up the stairs, making your way to the untouched cipher on the second floor, being extra mindful of the gapes in the floor. It wasnât til you were starting the cipher you heard Ganji call out that the hunter had changed targets. Before you could even register anything, you started hearing your heartbeat in your head, then the next thing you know youâre entrapped between two giant arms attached to an aggravated looking Norton. You shivered at the sudden pressure of the cold wall youâre now pushed up against. A small moan threatened to release from the mere contact with him.
You wanted to come up with some kind of excuse or reason that would soften the blow of the punishment that was soon to be delivered so graciously to you, but the damned hunter hasnât given you a second to think so far, so why would he now? You bit your lip as his cold, rock constructed hands, traveled up your shirt, sending shivers through your entire body. One of which trailed far up to grip your neck. Not hard enough to hurt you just yet, but enough to make it a bit red.
âWhatâs wrong, doll face?â His voice was horse and filled with mockery. He felt no pity at your shook up face. âYou werenât this scared when you came up to the chair, huh?â He asked, hot breath tickling your nose. Fearing that youâd only make the situation worse, you decided to stay quiet for now as to save the little words you had before your brain inevitably turns to mush.
âThat wasnât rhetorical, brat.â he spat before roughly tugging at the top of your shirt, ripping the fabric so he could roughly squeeze a handful of your breast. The rock his hands were made out of pierced the plush skin, drawing up blood from the pressure. A mewl escaped your lips, rolling off your tongue as your skin stung from the rocks that threatened to tear through it.
âPlease..â the whimper snuck out of your mouth, pleading for him to not only be gentler, but also to spare the cruelties you knew were upon the dark horizon. Norton was a smart man, almost annoyingly so. He knew exactly what you wanted by the glimmer in your eye. That was too fucking bad.
âIf youâre gonna wanna come close to enjoying this, youâre gonna have to work for it, slut.â he growled, his guttural voice dropping, just like how his belt did. The sound of the ramshackle zipper echoing through the grey hospital halls. Only thing left to do was pray..
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Pls wake up pookie, we miss you and your Norton fics đ
It have been 2 weeks now...
Late Night Drabbles, Part VIII
Part VII, A Heart Filled Again
Part IX, Ought To Be
Deep Slumber
Husband!Norton Campbell x F!Reader NSFW
Content Warning: 0.5K words, BIG cnc, somnophilia, Light Pervy!Norton, Just him being in love, MDNI
(A/n: oops... I'm back! Just been in love with somnophilia and CNC lately,,, please forgive me...)
smut under the cut!
Norton relished the thought of possessing you in his sleep, taking you in, and indulging you away. Watching your innocent, peaceful face, asleep, he marveled at the idea of how you remained undisturbed by the world around you, as if nothing could ever wake you up.
When work left you exhausted, youâd sleep deeply, undisturbed by any noise pestering you away to awoke you from your slumber. Norton, as the doting husband that he is, would care for you, bathing you tenderly as he listens to your rants from work before falling asleep in the midst of it, washing your soft hair as you leaned against his chest. He was, literally, the epitome of a gentleman.
But on some nights, desire simmered and lingered within him a little too much, making Norton struggle upon containing himself while you lay so comfortably under the silk sheets, drapped under the messily made up blankets and pillows. Days of restraint had him on edge, his longing building with each passing night.
And all that finally led Campbell to this, as he moved slowly, carefully inserting himself into you. Small grunts and groans escaped him as your tightness enveloped him, your gushy walls all feel like it was made for his length. The wetness between your folds increased the sensation for him, something he had missed for a while already, all adding to his sweet, sullen pleasure. Norton definitely looked like he was in heaven, with each time he open his half-lidded eyes to look at your figure.
His eyes subtly devoured you, a lingering gaze that could definitely undress you if he wanted to. He left your nightgown intact but purposefully pulled your breast free, watching it spill out, massaging them out, flicking and caressing them whilst biting his lips away to supress his moans. But God knows, even so, his grunts and groans were all ringing in your shared home. As Norton thrusts into you, not fast, but with slow, languid movements, savoring every moment, he listened for your soft moans, aiming to please you, to all the spots where you made those sweet chimes, like music to his ears.
Even in your deep slumber, your eyebrows furrowed occasionally, yet you continued to let out light snores. Norton was undoubtedly amazed at how you remained asleep despite his deep pounds and the tight grip on your breasts when the pleasure became too unbareable. He felt like such a perverted husband, utterly captivated by his dashingly attractive wife, taking advantage of her when she was unaramed, disalarmed at anything that happens around her.
As he neared the climax, your tightness around him and the small whines you made when he wanted to pull out drove him wild. Your plump frame, ready for him, made his heart race. Perhaps, he thought, one or two children wouldnât be bad for the both of you after all~
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hii!! if ur still taking reqs, may i kindly humbly respectfully ask for some fools gold x hunter reader? like, probably insane, bloodthirsty, maybe a cunt too cuz lowkey, we kinda need more mean and/or hunter y/ns n i rlly like ur demi x lady D write up <333
but bein frfrfr we need someone to match FG's freak and i will stand on this hill till someone hits me with a shovel or something. enewayz!!! yeah, that is all, ty!!
much loves â€ïžđđđđđđđđđđâ€ïž
Fool's Gold, one of the most brutal hunters in the Manor. No one thought there would be anyone worse than him. But they were wrong.
You came to the Manor. An even crazier hunter. A complete psychopath.
Your first interaction with Norton wasn't the best. He acted arrogant towards you implying how good of a hunter he is.
You didn't like him. So you decided to show him who's going to be the top hunter from now on.
In your first match no one thought you'd win. But you won. With a four kill.
Everyone was surprised. Norton hated you however. Well you did take the tile and the glory he had.
Because of this you two turned into enemies. Every day in the Manor was chaotic.
You two insulted eachother every day.
One day Keigan had to cover Robbie's ears because of all the thing you were saying to eachother.
One time you and Norton ended up together on duo hunters.
You started to steal eachothers downs.
Teamwork? What's that? You two sabotaged eachother instead of helping eachother.
Some survivors could run away because of this but not for long. Most of them needed up spraining their ankles when they saw you two dash towards them at full speed.
You two ended up completely breaking one of the buildings in Eversleeping Town when you were racing to down Aesop.
Then you just started to fight and argue with eachother.
While you were shouting your lungs off Fiona got the crowbar and slowly opened the dungeon. Then the last five remaining survivors escaped which made you lose but neither of you cared since you were so annoyed with eachother.
Both of you were prohibited from attending any matches for two weeks.
This went on for quite some time. Your attitudes towards eachother got even worse.
Mary was finally done with your shenanigans. No one had peace because of you two.
She dragged both of you to the lounge and threatened you to fix your problems or else. Then she left and locked the door.
There was an awkward silence between you two but Norton broke it with saying how it was your fault that you ended up in this situation.
This caused you to snap back at him and you two started arguing for a while until both of you were tired of it.
You decided to make a deal. A deal to not try and murder eachother. To only compete with rank levels and to not disturb the others.
This was the first time both of you agreed on cooperating with eachother.
Your relationship wasn't any different at first. In fact you didn't talk to eachother that much since you didn't banter anymore.
It was nice at first. The Manor was quiet and you had time to relax. But after a while it felt like something was missing.
You should be grateful that Norton doesn't bother you anymore. Norton should be grateful that you don't sabotage his matches anymore.
But it didn't feel right.
Why couldn't he take his eyes off of you? Why did he feel excited everytime you won a match?
That bloodthirsty expression of yours.
That sadistic look on your face.
Those crazy laughs you blurt out during matches.
Why couldn't he get these thoughts out of his mind?
One day you were frustrated because Servias kept tricking you in the match which caused you to lose.
You heard someone knock on your door.
âAre you in there?â Asked Norton.
âPiss off.â You hissed at him.
He ignored what you said and let himself in your room.
âI told you to p-â He threw a bar of chocolate at your face.
âEat up.â He said. ïżœïżœIt'll make you forget how badly you lost.â
You threw a pillow at him and he just laughed and threw himself on your bed.
âWhat do you want?â You asked him.
âNothing just thinking how embarrassed you must be feeling right now.â He said as he grinned widely.
âDickhead.â
âIs that a new ni-â You shoved a piece of chocolate in his mouth to shut him up.
After that your relationship wasâŠweird?
You didn't act like life long enemies. Instead you were like close friends who bickered all the time.
If you were under the weather he'd grab you and not let go until you begged him to.
If he wasn't feeling well you would go and make jokes until he laughed.
Both of you had your pride so you didn't let the other person win that easily either.
This made you become closer with eachother. Close to the point where he'd come to spend time with you if he had nightmares. Close to the point where you would let him hold you if the thoughts of your past wandered through your mind.
All of these had led to today.
You have a duo hunters match with Norton.
Both of you were pretty excited since you can cooperate with eachother quite well and have a fun time in the match.
The match went on smoothly but there were times you'd mess up. I mean the way Norton timed his skills so perfectly to prevent a rescue.
The way he psychotically dashed towards survivors.
The way you sometimes caught him gazing at your direction.
All of these made you distracted.
There were only three people left. You were chasing Evelyn when Norton accidentally dashed infront of you which caused you to trip and fall.
âWatch where you're going dumbass.â He snickered and offered his hand to help you get up.
âYOU watch where you're going.â You scoff. âAnd stop following me would you?â
âWho said I was following you?â
âWhy do I see you everywhere then?â
âMaybe because you're so fond of me that your eyes find me all the time.â His grin grew wide.
âDon't flatter yourself. It's you who can't spend an hour without me.â You try not to blush.
âI think you're talking about yourself love.â
âDon't make me do something I'll regret.â
âWhat are you going to do? Come on show me wh-â
You grab his face and kiss him so quickly that he doesn't process what happened for a minute.
You're screaming on the inside. What did you just do? Why did you do that? He's probably so pissed right now.
You try to pull away but he grabs the back of your head and deepens the kiss. He doesn't want to let go and neither do you.
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Oml I love your work sm, Iâve been reading youâre blog for a while and Iâm obsessed đ
If you end up having the time, may I request Naib, Ithaqua, Joseph and Richardâor just the first two if thatâs too many! đ€ïżœïżœwith a s/o who was almost fatally injured in their matches and sort of comatose but eventually woke up? Feel free to ignore this if this is too much, thank you for your time~
Aww thank you so much my love<3 youâre so sweet!!! I didnât really think that many people liked my stuff so itâs amazing to hear that they do! I try my best on these things and I hate when it takes me years to post something out.
Iâm working on another fic thatâs similar to this for naib so he wonât be included but I hope youâll take Norton instead
Ithaqua, Joseph, Richard, and Norton with a fatally injured reader who finally wakes up!
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Basic background first before the good stuff<3
You were supposed be decoding, out of the way, and out of danger.
You werenât supposed to take the hit. You werenât supposed to be here.
It wasnât fair when your body fell to the ground, blood splattering out underneath you into a pool of crimson liquid.
It wasnât fair when he called out to you, and you didnât answer, only to feel your pulse fading.
It wasnât fair that he had to carry your limp body to Emilyâs office in a panic, begging her to help.
And it wasnât fair when she had said you might not wake up.
Ithaqua
He couldnât sit by you the entire time you were in bed. It just reminded him of his mother.
He didnât want to put himself through more with those terrible memories.
Heâd visit you in the morning and at night.
Kissing you goodnight and kissing you good morning
Like some strange routine.
When he got the news you were awake he had dropped everything, but he didnât run, he just had to make himself believe you were okay first.
He had to make sure this wasnât some sick joke, and that heâd wake up in his bed only to be told you didnât make it.
Stopping in the doorway, looking at you who seemed to be looking back at him with those surprised eyes, that beautiful smile he loved etched onto your face.
He knew after a blow like that there would be some damage, a large scar going from the side of your cheek and up to your forehead would forever be a reminder of his fuck up.
He feels terrible and sometimes itâs hard to look at you without guilt seeping in.
He doesnât want to be like this but itâs his way of working through it.
He loves you a lot, he has dreams of marrying you and building a home far away. But now those dreams are plagued with the possibility that heâll accidentally become the monster he tried to tell himself he wasnât.
Joseph
Alcohol.
A lot of it.
Bottles and bottles of it by your bed side.
He refused to leave you. He couldnât live with the fact he might of killed the only person he loved more than anything.
The only person that made this bearable. And they might be gone.
He would drink himself to sleep and he would drink the moment he opened his eyes.
Not a lot of people ever saw him cry, but now? Everyone did.
When he had a moment of soberness heâd look over and break down.
Joseph would barely shower, having to be dragged away from you and told to clean himself up, only to repeat that process.
During one of the times he was forced to bathe, he had stumbled back in, bottle in hand, only to be met with your disappointed gaze.
He knows how much you hated when drinks, and because of that barely touched liquor anymore.
âYou said youâd cut back on drinking.â Your voice broke the silence.
Joseph rushed over to your side, falling onto his knees and sobbing. âStop it. Nowâs no time for lecturing. I thought I had killed you. I thought you werenât going to make it. I thought youâd be like Claud, and leave me all alone again.â
Your hand makes its way to his cheek, âIâm okay. Iâd never leave you alone, I promise. These things were bound to happen. But Iâll be more careful.â
He nodded leaning into your touch.
Richard
Heâs fuming mad. And of course concerned.
He was made to do one thing, protect, and he couldnât even save the one he loves?
âWhat bullshit.â Heâd say through gritted teeth. Watching over your body, breathing raggedly. His hands smoothing out your hair to look nice with a not so gentle hand. Heâs holding himself back.
He believes this is partially your fault. You should have been out of the way. Doing your job and letting him rescue.
But no, you had to disobey, you just couldnât listen.
Heâll look like he doesnât want to be there when his facade slips around the others, but he really does. He hates the fact that you have a terrible possibility over your head.
And he canât control it.
Heâd make sure you look stunning even in your condition. Heâd brush your hair, and make sure youâre somewhat clean. Because when you wake up heâs going to want to kiss you, remind you of the way it should be.
When heâs informed by Emily that youâve made a recovery, hes immediately speed walking towards your room.
He wanted to be the first thing you saw, but oh well. Heâll have you back in tip top shape soon.
âRichard!â You exclaimed, reaching your hand out to him.
He takes it, kissing the back, â___, my dear. You gave me quite the scare.â
âI know.. I shouldnât have been so foolish but-â
His lips are against yours before you can finish. Itâs passionate and deep with his feelings. You can tell how much he missed you, how worried he was.
âFoolish or not, youâre still here, with me. And thatâs all that matters.â He says softly, loving yet serious eyes looking into yours.
Norton
Out of everyone, him and Joseph are the two absolute messes.
Joseph might be a bit worse with his drinking but Norton becomes violent and agitated.
Heâs freaking out, shoving people out of the way with more strength than necessary just to get to you.
He wasnât there to help, maybe, if he was youâd be okay.
The possibilityâs are running through his head and causing him to become anxious and angry.
Fools gold is right there behind him. Sitting in a corner silently waiting for you to awake.
Fools golds matches are either quick surrenders or heâs chairing everyone immediately.
Norton doesnât know how to comfort himself and doesnât particularly want his hunter version to even touch him let alone tell him nice things so heâs just suffering until you wake up.
This man actually wouldnât leave you, even if he was dirty because heâs been like this before. It doesnât bother him.
He had watched you wake up, your eyes being blinded by the bright light of day.
He was silent until you noticed him,
âNorton-?â You began, but the minute you spoke he jumped on you. Holding you tightly.
âDonât you pull this shit again. You.. donât know how worried I was.â He mumbled into your neck.
A lot of apologies were given that day and fools gold was right behind you when Norton had to go.
He may not have liked his other self but he shared the same love for you like he did. And if playing guard dog for a bit would ensure everyone to be happy and safe, then sure.
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I fear I only like Richardâs..
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