#thread: jean

[bludstaind]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, a closed starter for @chocalafolie. | jean-jacques & elia

⸻ In the dimly lit cabin, Elia moved about with a sense of urgency that betrayed the fear etched across her face. The man, a knight sent by the Royal Guard to vanquish the malevolent beast that terrorized the land, lay unconscious in her own bed. Dressed in clothes that were not his own, he looked so vulnerable, his features softened in repose. Elia knelt by his bedside, unease twisting knots in her empty stomach. Words fell out in rushed, near silent whisper. A lament for the peril this man had unknowingly stumbled into.

"You stupid, stupid man! Why did you have to come here?" The words lingered in the air, a whispered self-reproach that spoke more of her own internal struggle than any resentment towards the unconscious man. She had dragged him in from the cold, somehow right beside and still so far away from the breast's wrath, yet the danger had not entirely passed. With a furrowed brow, she contemplated the man she had unwittingly involved in her cursed existence. Tears welled in her eyes as she grappled with the harm she might have caused him.

As he stirred, consciousness returning in a gradual haze, her apprehension deepened. Hovering above him, her slender form casting a shadow over the bed, she fought to contain the predatory instincts that surged within her. The scent of his blood, rich and intoxicating, hung in the air, tempting her senses beyond reason. It had been days, perhaps weeks since she'd last hunted, and the scent of his blood lit a fire in her throat. As his eyes opened, her voice shook and she uttered words of both desire and restraint, a plea tainted with the bitter taste of need. "I…want…to bite you…to taste you." Fangs gleamed in the dim light, visible evidence of a conflict waged between her hunger and her desperate attempt to resist.

In a desperate attempt at self control, she pulled herself back, her eyes widening. "I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, the weight of her struggle laid bare.

[occvltisms]

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. // closed starter for @chocalafolie.

⸻ Three weeks and four days. Three weeks and four days she was gone without a trace, leaving her loved ones behind without a word or goodbye. There was no true way of knowing where she might be, god-knows-what she was huffing, or if the people around her would even care enough to watch after her through her trips. Unburdened by the weight of responsibility, her disappearing act left her friends and family in a panic, wondering if this would be the time she didn't come back.

When her eyes meet Jean's, she flashes him a familiar devil-may-care grin, the kind where only one of the corners of her lips turns up into a half-smile. "Salut, mon frère," her voice comes out playfully, trying to brush off the weight of her disappearance, "You still keeping tabs on me?"

Her brother's stern expression didn't waver, though. She could feel the tension in the air, the crackling silence that said Jean was far from amused. Her casual demeanor belied the concern she knew he felt. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, trying to calm her nerves, and exhales a cloud of smoke. "Look," her voice is a little more rigid now, "I'm fine, alright? You don't need to get your panties in a twist." Despite the anger on her brothers face, Jacqueline kept her walls high, unwilling to let herself feel guilty and give in yet again. This was always the hardest part, trying not to falter, not to revert back into the little girl she used to be that went along with everything. "I'm an adult now, Jean, I can take care of myself, you guys don't get to make every damn decision for me, alright?" It's already bubbling up, the rambling, the nerves, he hasn't said a single thing but she knows.

Looking back to him from beneath her lashes, she let's out a sigh. "Look, I know you care, but I'm not a child anymore. I can handle things on my own." Her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, but she stands, drops her cigarette to the ground, and steps it into the dirt.

"That's just how it is now," another pause, her eyes lowering, "Maybe it's time you realize I'm not a kid anymore, Jean."

[ophernelia]

@brookie: “i hate when short girls date tall men” just say you want my man atp ho

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[s0ftpining]

we pay our respects to the circle of needle and thread, wherever they may be...

[nanyoky]

So last night I was super cranky and not feeling good, so I made some memes. Then I realized the reason my brain and body were both Bad™️ all day was I had forgotten to take my meds the night before. Then today I slept so late I thought it was already Thursday.

Don't be like me kids. Take your meds. And if you feel Bad™️, check your little pill caddy to make sure you didn't forget.

Anyway enjoy my withdrawal memes (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

[ninyard]

“Jean Moreau’s activism over the years: a thread 🧵”

I’m so sorry this is all that kept going through my head when I thought about this one

[janettkabeh]

[wardensantoineandevka]

Thinking very much about how it is Beatrix, Jean, and Nathaniel who make it out alive, people who see themselves as supposed to be taking care of Sean and Marion, who died.

Beatrix is protective of Sean and Marion and guards them like they are her sons, Nathaniel sees himself as responsible for pulling them through danger even now as their former superior officer, and Jean is tasked with caring for them as a doctor and their circle's medic.

All of them are, in some form, people who see themselves as responsible for keeping Sean and Marion safe in the face of danger and care for them through this, and then neither of them survived in the end.

[thatoneacecryptid]

My favorite thing about Circle of Needle and Thread fics is that basically everyone looked at Marion, Sean and Jean and said, “You know, we could argue over who to ship Marion with, or we could just have fun and ship them all.”

[cheftulips]

When I visited Kyoto in April, I made sure to stop by the textile supply stores to bulk up on sashiko thread and needles. Whenever I sew or crochet I think about my grandma and how I need to save all my money to go see her. (*´ー｀*)

I miss you かずこちゃん　❤️

[mysunfreckle]

Sean: Marion, I don't know how you're feeling bleed-wise, but I would say maybe reaching out and sensing is something that, given that we're in- Marion: I know I'm gonna get- I know I'm gonna sense the stuff, I'm not that stupid. Sean: Yeah, but you look stupid, so I- Marion: Hey, yo, no, that's enough. No, no, no, no, no. I looked stupid as a kid, but then I grew out of that. Jean: He's very handsome. Marion: And I look- thank you... Sean: I didn't say he wasn't handsome. I just said the guy- Marion: You know what? You know what I hate about you giving me shit? Sean: What's that? Marion: Nothing <3

[steponleaf]

Sean and Jean looking at the files in episode 2:

[utilitycaster]

Candela Obscura 2x3 & Final Girl by CHVRCHES

Bonus:

[incorrect-candela-obscura]

Marion: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Jean: Not if they consent to it.

Sean: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Nathaniel: YES?!?

[sleepynxri]

“Shh, you’re safe. I won't let you go"

A/N: I did not expect for it to be like this- I expect it more to be the other way around but I feel like other players like it how Jean is more the comforting type. But the next time I'll make a one shot for him I'll make the reader the one comforting him :D

Pairing/s: Jean Williams x anxious reader

Warnings: stressed reader, mentions of having a meltdown and just overall anxious, I guess hurt/comfort but no one is actually hurt?? Yes there's fluff

You’ve always known you were the anxious type of person.

But that doesn't stop you from pursuing the things you wanted in life. You moved out from your house to go to college and chose a course to your liking. You were nervous at first, but you kept everything under control.

You handled your way on becoming independent and studied to the best of your abilities. You have done your best and that's what matters to you.

You thought following a WikWok video’s route would help you calm down after the rush and adrenaline from college before meeting your parents and family for the summer. What could go wrong you asked.

You knew karma and being jinxed existed.

But this?

I'm pretty sure the fates or any gods or goddesses out there are just laughing at your misery right now.

Your car breaking down out of nowhere….. you don't have enough money to pay both the hostel and the repairs of the said broken car.

What else?

You groaned softly as you sat yourself on the sand on a nearby beach side you found. It was near night time already but you didn't give a single fuck. Your mind was overwhelmed and needed to process everything.

You were surprised you didn't have a meltdown already, but it's probably because of the constant stress you got from college you slowly got used to it.

You wanted to be proud of that, but you were too tired to even do it.

You were happy that you got a Hostel to stay at and a job to hopefully pay the fees as soon as possible. Being in an unknown place made you want to curl yourself in a bundle of blankets and hope that everything was a dream.

Did you even remember telling your family that you won't be able to meet them in the starting weeks of summer because of this mishap?

“There you are” You froze suddenly from your position.

That familiar voice, the first person who helped you from your rollercoaster of a road trip. The stranger who owned the car you fell asleep in after you almost got a panic attack from your car breaking down out of nowhere.

Jean, the sheriff of Brine Bay.

" What brings you out here? It's nearly night already” His voice was always so soothing and so comforting. You always wondered if he was always like this. How many times have he encountered situations like this?

You promptly ignored him and stared at the tiding waves of the sea. The sound was almost the same tone that Jean has whenever he talked. You chuckled at the resemblance.

You heard rustling of the sand beside you, you assumed Jean sat down.

“Is everything alright? “

" Would you believe me even if I said yes? “ A joking tone would be evident but the edge of your emotions was still there.

You could hear Jean chuckling beside you as he found the conversation a bit humorous. You smiled slightly hearing it.

“How did you know I was here?"

“Lucky guess?"

“Bull"

“Alright alright, I'll tell you the truth. This is actually the area I go to distress myself when being a sheriff was too much for me" your eyes slightly widened from the information. Jean? Too much on being a sheriff? You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

You didn't expect Jean of all people to get tired of the role he has in Brine Bay. Your eyes glanced over to the male as you saw him looking at the night sky, as his chestnut hair slowly flickered slightly from the winds of the sea. A small smile was on his face as he looked like he was… . reminiscing?

“Hey, I'm always here if you want someone to listen to alright?” You were surprised by his words….. you knew he was the comforting and soft-hearted type of person… but not to this extent.

He stood up from where he was sitting and then outstretched his hand for you.

“Let's head back to the hostel, Dante must be worried for you" you roll your eyes, you weren't sure if his words were right or wrong since you knew the personality of the said front desk employee of the hostel.

You accepted his hand and he helped you stand up. You didn't expect to be pulled into a hug.

“I'll be here whenever you need me" he whispered slightly in your ear. You were confused but relaxed at some point as you wrapped your hands around him.

You were immersed in the hug, you couldn't remember how long you were in the position with Jean.

But you didn't care, you were already happy surrounding yourself in his arms.

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay Demo

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[charlotteeaves]

a (poor) attempt was made.

thanks for the idea, @stabbystabbyvax3!