Kenneth Branagh explains Poirot’s moustache in Murder on the Orient Express
Bonus: “I spent months getting that moustache right, that massive piece of face furniture.” Q: “Was it real?” “I can’t tell you or I’d have to kill you. *smiles* It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real, I did try growing one but Agatha Christie says that Poirot has the most magnificent moustaches in England. So, we created this kind of double-layer twirly moustaches which in itself took so much taking care of, that we got really well ahead of the game with that one, same with the accent.”
Thank you @kcf14 for requesting this. It is my first time writing smut, especially a threesome, so please bare with me. In my opinion, it was rushed and vague so I am very sorry at how terrible this smut is.
Summary: You get down with Harry and Gil basically
Warning: This. Is. Smut.
You back hit the wall with a thump. Eyes close, breath shaggy. A set of lips to your neck. Gil was biting and sucking declaring you his. Your moans audible through the room. You heard a small chuckle. You opened your eyes to Harry attach his lips to yours. That is how you were inbetween two pirates.
Being from Auradon, you were meant to be a certain way. You wanted mischief. You wanted scandelous love. You wanted Harry and Gil at the same time.
You were in the classroom during lunch. You only had 30 minutes to complete the needs of all three of you. It was a challenge but you loved it. You giggled as Gil locked the door. Harry placed you on Mr.Deley’s desk. A gasp left your mouth as you felt Harry’s clothed member through your skirt. Gil came and kissed your lips.
You placed your hand on Gil’s face getting lost in the kiss. Harry took off his leather pants and threw them aside. He then pulled your skirt downwards. Harry chuckled as he pulled your panties down. Gil began to knead your breast.
“Are ye ready, Princess?” Harry asked. You parted away from Gil. You bit your lip and nodded. Gil took your hand and placed it on his clothed member. You unzipped his pants and he kicked them down. You took his member in his hands as Harry entered you. Your head flew back causing Gil to giggle. You moaned at the sensation of being filled.
Harry didn’t give you any time to adjust. He pulled out and entered you at a fast pace. Harry pounded into you causing the table to creak from the movements. You looked at Gil and tried to concentrate on him.
You took his member and began to jerk him. You moaned at Gil rubbing your clit. You got closer to Gil and took his member into your mouth. You began to bob your head. Gil began to breath heavily.
Harry looked at the clock. They only had three minutes left before the bell rang. It was a race against the clock and they all knew it. Harry picked up the pace slamming into (Y/N).
“If were are gonna do this. Better finish up. It is almost time.” Harry frunted. Gil moaned as he put his hands in (Y/N)’s hair. He thrusted deeper causing (Y/N) to gag. He then released in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth. A string on cum between her lips and his tip. He groaned at the sight. She then swallowed before looking at Harry. Gil used his hand and turned (Y/N)’s head to face him. He kissed her tasting his cum on her lips.
Harry had his hands placed on his hips, his nails digging in. Beads of sweat covered his forward. He placed his right hand on the table as his thrusts became slow but powerful. Gil’s hand met you clit once again. Both sensations caused you to moan out load.
Harry was close. You parted away from Gil and looked at Harry. He looked into your eyes as he thrusted on more. His seed filled you. You then moaned out as he pulled out. You were the last one. Just a minute and a half left on the clock.
Gil moved to be infront of you. Harry moved to your neck. He was biting and suck. He was marking you his. Gil then attacked his lips to your clit and his fingers inside of you. You moaned out his name. Gil sucked on your sesitive area causing you to cum all over his lips. You panted as you felt a small tingly feeling on both sides of your neck. Harry gave you no time to ride your high out. He quickly dressed you as Gil put his pants back on. You took some tissues and cleaned up the table. You bent over and Harry smirked as he gave your ass a smack. The sudden contact caused you to moan. Harry laughed and Gil kissed your lips. Just then the bell rang.
Students filled on the seats. You took a seat inbetween Harry and Gil in the back of the classroom. Gil noticed both marks on your neck. He took off the riddon from your hair and tied it around the neck to cover the marks. He made sure to care of your image. Harry scoffed at the gesture. He wanted everyone to see how you got down. You placed your name on Gil’s knee and mouthed a thank you.
And that is your relationship between these two pirates
hey admin v how are you? can i request a headcanon about naruto, sasuke, kakashi & gaara finding out that their respective s/o is pregnant? i cant get enough of your imagines thanks admin v! ❤️❤️❤️
I am doing fantastic, I just cooked some monkey bread and now I’m writing, so two thumbs up from me! I’m super glad you’re enjoying my imagines, I hope these next headcanons are suffice!
I went back and forth between using female pronouns and neutral pronouns, but female pronouns are present because of pregnancy. :)
Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Gaara Reacting to Their S/o Telling Them That They Are Pregnant:
Naruto would definitely HEAR the words come out of his s/o’s mouth, but he wouldn’t necessarily process them at first.
“Oh that’s cool, do you want to go get ramen?”
His s/o would give him a look he’s used to getting. It’s the “Wtf, are you an idiot?” look
Cue Naruto repeating what she said in his head. Silence. And then, “PREGNANT?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!”
You know the episode of “Friends” when Rachel tells Ross that she’s pregnant and he just sits there looking at her with a stupid-ass look? That’s Naruto.
Naruto’s would have to sit down. The news just catches him so off guard, it’s a little mind boggling. I feel like in this case he and his wife would be married and not actively trying for kids, they’re just going with the flow. Naruto has never been one to plan for things so it makes the most sense. And even though they’re going with the flow, when someone you love says to you “I’m carrying your offspring” it’s like getting your head dunked into cold water. In this case, Naruto’s whole body feels like it’s been drenched in cold water.
While sitting down, Naruto would try and figure out the exact conception date. He’d do the math and would be like, “oh yeah…that-that can definitely get someone pregnant.” And he thinks that only a matter of seconds have passed, when in reality it’s been like 10 minutes. His s/o grabbed a magazine and just waited for him to get his shit together.
Once THAT thought blows over, the cold water feeling would be replaced by a warm feeling. I’m going to have a baby? I’m going to have a family? I’ll have more people to greet me when I come home? He’s going to shoot up right from his seat and pick his s/o up and spin them around. He’s just so happy, he’s never had a blood-family (that’s alive) before and it’s just very exciting.
And then it hits him. He didn’t have parents, they died. He didn’t have siblings, no aunts, uncles, grandparents, it was just him. Grant it he did have Jiraiya, but he wasn’t the greatest role model in the world. He did have Kakashi and Iruka, but they weren’t there for him all the time like a father would be. So Naruto would put his s/o down and sit back down and just think, how the FUCK am I supposed to do this?!
Now his s/o, bless her heart, is going to notice a different look in his eye when he sits down for the second time. It’s not a look of shock, it’s a look of doubt. So his s/o is going to take his hands and bring him back to reality and ensure Naruto that he’s going to be a great father. She’ll tell him that there is no perfect father, that they all make mistakes at some point, and that she will be there with him every step of the way. I think that would be enough to reassure him - for now - and he’ll go back to hugging his s/o.
Oh you bet your sweet ass that he’s going to make this HUGE vow to his s/o, that he’s not going to leave them no matter what and that he’s going to be the father he never had.
Overall, he’s very excited.
He’s going to hear loud and clear what his wife told him - yeah he’s not the type to get someone pregnant out of wedlock. And well, he’s not going to have a different external look, his eyes will widen, but that’s about it. However, he’s still going to be shocked. Despite wanting to rebuild the Uchiha Clan, he and his s/o were not actively trying for kids. He probably won’t believe them at first tbh.
“Sasuke, I’m pregnant.”
“Hm….Are you sure?”
Sasuke is happy, trust me. He’s rebuilding his clan, there’s going to be someone else who can carry the sharingan and he can pass his teachings on to. However, he’s going to be doubtful right away (all of these guys are going…because they all have daddy issues).
Fugaku Uchiha, was not the warmest person in the world and it was pretty damn obvious that he favored Itachi over Sasuke. And while sure, Fugaku loved both sons on the inside, he never expressed it on the outside, ya know, where it counted. So Sasuke never really experienced the warm, fatherly, experience. That’s the first problem. The second problem is that his entire clan died (i’m going to keep bringing this up), so Sasuke’s family experience was cut short. And unlike Naruto, Sasuke never had another father figure or positive role model in his life. So he’s pretty clueless on how exactly to parent.
The third problem is that Sasuke is an asshole (love him, but it’s true) and he knows this. He recognizes that what has happened to him completely changed him and his personality. Because of his cold exterior, he realizes that he may not be the greatest parent and that’s not at all what he wants. Of course he wants his child to have the father he never had, but he knows he’s not going to change, that’s just how he is.
And something he would never admit out loud, but he’s scared. Sasuke is constantly scared that one day he’s going to wake up and his s/o will be gone. Now put his child, his own blood into that mix and his fear doubles. He knows the dangers of being an Uchiha, people either A) Don’t like you or B) Want to kidnap you because you have the sharingan. Despite how strong he is, he’s thinking, There’s going to be at least one time when I’m not home and something will happen. History’s going to repeat.
A child also contradicts his mission of atoning for his sins, so he’s having that internal battle as well.
Sasuke and his s/o have good communication, so after mulling everything over he’s going to express his doubt and concerns (not his fear though). He’s going to express it in a nonchalant way so it doesn’t seem like his doubts are THAT big of a deal, but his s/o knows better.
His s/o would tell him that she’s happy and honored to be carrying his child. And she would tell him that if he needs to keep up with his mission for atoning for his sins, then he can, she’s not going to hold it against him. She’ll have to remind him that he did not marry a weak woman and that she can take care of herself. And all she wants from him, is not to change for the baby, but to try his best for it. Those words would be enough to ease the rising tension in his mind. With that said and done, Sasuke is going poke his wife’s forehead
Overall, he’s nervous BUT looking forward to having a child.
He literally freezes in his spot. He doesn’t know where to begin with the news, he has all of these thoughts racing around in his head. Each competing on which is the most important. And ya know which one crosses the finish line first? This one:
“Is it mine?”
His poor s/o is caught off guard by the question and is hurt that he would assume it wasn’t his. “O-of course it’s yours.”
“It’s yours Kakashi, who the FUCK would I cheat on you with?!”
The way she answers his question gives him reassurance that, yes, the baby growing inside his partner is his.
I feel like Kakashi isn’t the type to get married, it’s out of occupational hazard and he doesn’t really see the point in it. So this means that the woman he got pregnant is his girlfriend. Kakashi is the type who wouldn’t want kids, he wants dogs. He already raised enough kids, naruto, obito.
On this Episode of “Daddy Issues” we look at Kakashi’s case. His father killed himself and left his son an orphan. That tends to stick with someone forever. He did have another father-ish figure, that was Minato, he died. He probably hung out with Guy enough to interact with Duy, but Duy didn’t fill in the father shoes. After Minato, Kakashi had to grow up on his own, sans parents. I don’t want to say that he doesn’t know how to raise a child because he sort of raised Naruto and he helped shape Obito, but Naruto and Obito were teenagers. Anything before that he has no clue on what to do, no one ever told him how to prepare for that.
He’s scared (everyone is lmao), this is because he doesn’t know what he’s doing AND because he’s a ninja. Now, he is a strong ninja, but being strong doesn’t stop death, it lowers the chances of it getting you. He’s afraid that he’ll die and leave his child in the position he was in when he was a teenager. Surprisingly, he’s not afraid of what kind of father he would be. He knows his strengths and weaknesses, but he’s very balanced so he’s cool.
Kakashi would sit down with his s/o and talk with them and ask them what she wants. At the end of the day, he can talk about how scared his and how he doesn’t want kids but it’s his s/o’s body so it’s their choice. He respects that.
When his s/o tells him that she wants to keep the child, Kakashi will back them up 100%. He’s not gonna leave them, oh hell no. He would never dream of it. Kakashi isn’t one to panic for long periods of time and he’s a very flexible person, so I can imagine he’ll quickly get over his initial panic attack. That doesn’t mean he stopped being scared, this just means that he has accepted it and he is working through it.
He communicates to his girlfriend better than Sasuke, so he would actually tell her what he’s afraid of. She would reassure him that once you’ve raised a teenager, you’re ready for a baby. And she would stop being a ninja (he’d probably date a fellow ninja) so that their child does not have to worry about losing two parents. Kakashi would fight back on that, but not much because that lifts some of the weight off of his chest.
Overall: When he thinks about raising a baby he gets so nervous he wants to throw up, but he also wants to puke out of excitement
(Better call Pakun so he can calm Kakashi down with his paw)
My poor sandy son
Oh this boy straight up passes out. It’s like the air gets knocked out of his chest, he’s just…stunned.
“Gaara, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“You may wanna sit down.”
“I’m fine. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
“…” And after that he passes tf out.
When he comes to, he asks what happened, and when his wife (totally has to be married for this to be a thing) tells him what happened, he freezes. Like Naruto, he does the math and thinks back to fun times that happened in the Kazakage’s office. And then this poor, poor man, thinks back on his own childhood.
Lets start with Gaara’s father. The man sealed a demon inside of his child; he raised Gaara in isolation; he tried to kill him multiple times; he told him that his mother did not love him; and look, I know their relationship was cleared up during the war, but you can’t rewrite the past. Then there was the fact that his entire village hated him for the first 14 years of his life and that he was the target for multiple attacks and kidnappings. Needless to say, Gaara had it rough.
Now, he’s not thinking straight when reliving all of this so he’s thinking about his own child and them living through this. And this honest to god breaks his heart, he wouldn’t want this on his child.
Now, what is Gaara so afraid of? Well, he had a terrible childhood and has only recently learned to love others and to have non-stoic emotions. So he’s afraid of not being emotionally there for his child.
The second thing he is afraid of is them being targeted like he once was. His child is not going to just be his child, they’re the child of the fifth kazekage and the strongest ninja in Suna. He’s afraid of them being the target of many kidnappings and people constantly using his child to get to him.
The THIRD thing he is afraid of his losing his wife. Gaara’s own mother died during childbirth, he doesn’t want his wife to suffer the same fate. And he would hate to be left alone because he would be at a total loss on what to do with a baby.
However, despite all of this, I think Gaara would actually conquer his fears before the child is even born. Gaara wants to be the dad he never had and is going to use everything his father did wrong to his advantage, so he can do everything right. Out of all of them, he knows exactly what he needs to do to prepare himself for a child and I think is the most ready to raise a child. (surprising to say the least)
Once he has this epiphany (cause he doesn’t have time to emotionally check out), he’s going to shoot out of bed and then pull his wife into a kiss. This surprises her because wasn’t he having an existential crisis a moment ago? When he pulls away, he’s going to go on this passionate rant of how he’s going to love his child so much and how he’s going to protect them and make sure he’s the greatest dad in the world. He’ll also go on a rant about how in the upcoming months, his wife will have the best doctors taking care of her and how he’s also going to protect her.
His child isn’t even born and he’s already a doting dad.
Hey! This was a longer request so I thought it would be easier to pm you xxx I was wondering whether you could write a Harry hook X reader based on the lyrics of “Tribulations” by Matt Maeson (specifically the lines about running away). I was thinking maybe they could get in an argument and Harry just kind of explodes and scares the reader. Thought it would be nice to show a more vulnerable side of Harry when he feels guilty and tries to patch things up.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – After getting in a fight Harry has to make it up to (Y/N)
Warning(s) - swearing, abuse, beating people up, remorse, and fluff
can i request a smut/fluff where it’s both carl and the reader’s first time?? i love your blog and your stories so much, keep up the good work 💞💞
a/n: Hey long time no see! I’ve been super duper busy and along with all of that I’ve been ill recently but here I’m back, another fic will be up tomorrow I promise! I proof read half of this I ended up not doing the other half so if one half makes no sense then lol you know why. Also the italics are what has happened previously :))) xo
Summary: You and Carl are both virgins and when Carl tells you an embarrassing story of his, it leads to you and Carl becoming closer than ever.
They lay side by side on Carl’s bed as he read a comic to her. He read the comic more than once to her and they continued to lay there, laughing and talking.
“Seriously it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.” Carl laughs and so does (Y/n) when he tells her the story of how he walked in on his dad and Michonne having sex.
“But what did you do after, like, did you run out of the room?” She asks as she looks up at him. He smiles.
“Of course I did, I had Judith in my arms and I went to ask him where her bottles were and well- I went downstairs and waited for them to get dressed. It was horrific.” Carl laughs and so does (Y/n). When their laughing calms down they both sigh and stare up at the ceiling. They sit in silence for a while as they enjoy each others company.
“Do you ever think about it?” Carl mutters, unexpectedly, and (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrow as she turns her head to look at Carl.
“What? About your Dad and Michonne having sex?” (Y/n )smirks and Carl smiles at her, shakes his head, and sighs.
“No, about um…um.” He stutters and has troubling finishing the sentence. He didn’t know how to tell her.
“Sex? Of course I have.” She goes quiet as she blushes a crimson colour and Carls heartbeat quickens within his body. He breaths deeply as he closes his eyes. “Have you?” (Y/n)’s voice turns soft as she whispers loud enough to for Carl to hear. His eye’s widen as he starts to become nervous.
“Yeah.” Is all that leaves Carl’s mouth. They lay in silence for another minute or so until (Y/n)’s hand touches Carls. She started to worry, because she didn’t know whether he thought she touched it by accident or if he did realise that she did it on purpose. She pushed her doubts aside and instead decided she would be bold. She was ready. (Y/n)’s hand moves to intertwine with Carl’s and Carl clutches onto it.
They both look down at their hands locked together and then look up at each other and that’s when they could both tell, just by looking into each other’s eyes, that they were ready. They were both virgins and they both knew that. It happened late at night when (Y/n) couldn’t sleep and neither could Carl so they walked around Alexandria for a bit and sat on one of the benches. She knew she could trust him.
“I gotta tell you something.” She whispers as she looks down to your hands which were folded in her lap. She began to fiddle with the button on her shorts. “I’m a virgin. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you but I think it’s because I trust you.” She mumbles and Carl doesn’t say anything which makes (Y/n) nervous. But then Carl takes (Y/n)’s hand into his own and she looks up to his eye.
“I’m a virgin too and I trust you too. It’s okay.” He smiles at her and she blushes. He stands and pulls on her hand. “Come on, lets go read a comic at mine.” He says. They walk together laughing and being happy, despite what was going on outside the walls of Alexandria.
When she is brought back to what is happening she starts to breath heavily. Carl’s face inches closer to (Y/n) and without hesitation his lips are on hers, moving slowly. (Y/n)’s mind fogs over as their lips move together, creating a rhythm, while Carl’s hands move to her hips as he pulls her closer to his body. They both breath heavily as Carl moves in between (Y/n)’s legs. He hovers over her and their lips disconnect.
“Are you sure?” Carl whispers as he stares into (Y/n)’s eyes. She nods and smiles at him as she swallows hard. She was sure. More than sure. Because she knew she would lose it to Carl and Carl felt the same. He moves his lips to (Y/n)’s as his hands continue to roam her body. He glides his hands up and down her hips and torso very gently and her breathing starts to speed up. His hands stop at the bottom of (Y/n)’s t-shirt and he stops kissing her, asking silently for permission.
She nods and they both sit up as he slides the top over her body and then her head. She lays down as Carl takes his top off and he looks at her and really drinks her in. (Y/n) starts to feel a little shy but before she can cover herself up, Carl stops her hands.
“Don’t. You are so beautiful.” He whispers as he goes back to kissing her. His hands roam her body again, this time more freely as she shudders from his light and gentle touch. He moves his hands to the back of her bra and unclips it. She lets it fall off of her arms and then she inhales as Carl stares at her. Truly amazed. Her cheeks heat up and as does Carl’s. He moves his hands but then drops them again as his eye moves to look into hers
“It’s okay.” She whispers and Carl takes a deep breath and swallows hard as he raises his hands again. His fingers cup her breasts as he massages them and her back arches as she push them into his hand, wanting more. He pinches, his hands trembling. Carl hopes that she feels good. She sits up, causing Carl to drop his hands, and she moves her hands to the button of Carls jeans. She undoes the button and then lays back down and Carl does the same thing to (Y/n).
His hands move to the button of her jeans and he undoes it. (Y/n) helps by lifting herself so that Carl can pull them down her legs. Carl stands and pulls his jeans down along with his boxers. He climbs back on top of you and hooks his fingers in your underwear, shakily pulling it down your legs. He breaths in as he looks at you fully and you turn a crimson colour. He moves up your her body with a newfound confidence as he has a smirk on his face.
“What?” (Y/n)’s brow furrows as he kisses her neck. His hand slides down her body and to her core, and he runs his finger through her folds.
“Sharing sleeping areas with a bunch of adults sometimes has its advantages.” Carl whispers. (Y/n) moans out as she breaths harshly. “Calm.” Carl utters into her ear. He stops his movements and looks down at her and takes a deep breath. He was nervous and his heart speeding up confirmed it. (Y/n) was nervous too. She didn’t really know what to expect except for that it would hurt.
He stands and opens the drawer nearest to his bed and pulls out a condom, rips open the packaging and rolls it onto himself.
“You ready?” Carl asks and she nods as she breaths a deep breath in, as does Carl. He aligns himself with her entrance and holds her hand before entering slowly. She gasps loudly beneath him as the feeling becomes intense. (Y/n) feels a burning sensation as she tries to calm herself down and Carl moves his head to her neck to place small kisses.
“You can move now.” She whispers as she feels a tear roll down her cheek. Sure she’s masturbated before, meaning she’s fingered herself but she’s never felt this sensation before. Carl moves his hip at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt her. She feels the burning start to calm and she then feels something completely different. It feels good. More than good. He thrusts into her and Carl speeds up the pace and starts to feel his high approaching quickly. (Y/n) lets out a soft moan and Carl’s hips stop and he looks down at her.
“Why’d you stop.” She breaths out harshly.
“You-you just moaned?” Carl mumbles. She nods from beneath him and Carl smirks. “I must be doing something right.” He says before continuing his movements. He thrusts and moves his lips to find (Y/n)’s and when they do they kiss hers deeply, tongues moving against each other. When they disconnect for a quick second (Y/n) lets out a soft whimper.
“I think I’m gonna cum Carl.” She softly breaths as Carl raises himself to look into her eyes. She looks in to his eye and he nods.
“Me too.” He whispers, their foreheads connecting. Within seconds (Y/n) cries out as she cums around Carl’s length. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before and it’s the same with Carl. Feeling her around him sends him over the edge and for a moment he’s lost in her. Everything about her is drawing him in. He pulls out of her slowly and (Y/n) winces a little. Carl takes off the condom and throws it in the bin and then lays beside her.
“Thank you.” He says, his voice low. (Y/n)’s facial expression changes to confused.
“For what?” She whispers and when she turns her head towards him she see him shrugging.
“Taking my virginity I guess.” He lets out a small and quick chuckle, as does (Y/n).
“Well then, I thank you too.” She says before sighing. “I’m happy I lost it to you.” She mumbles and Carl’s face whips towards hers. She’s staring at him and he can’t help but stare back at her. They lay there for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other, before Carl decides to kiss her. It’s not rough or quick, it’s a deep and meaningful kiss. The sort of kiss that you do when you know you love someone but just don’t know how to say it.
Carl pulls the sheet from underneath them and lays under them as he pulls (Y/n) close.
“So, are we more than friends now?” He mutter and she nods from beneath him.
“I would think so.” Carl buries his face in he neck and smiles. They lace their fingers together and sigh.
“Well I don’t want to ruin the moment or anything but, we’re gonna do that again right?” He asks and (Y/n) laughs.
(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so!
½ Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to 2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it’s about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he’d get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can’t?? This was soo long I’m sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx
As we lie in bed, I feel lonely Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old And your arms around me are keeping me warm But baby, I’m still feeling cold Baby, I’m still feeling cold
"Charles,“ Moira whispers as she peppers kisses all along his bare chest. "Charles my dear, it’s time to wake up,” Charles groans softly, rubbing at his eyes as the sunlight streams through his windows.
“Moira?” Charles asks, hoping to keep his disappointed tone out of his question.
“Who else would it be silly?”
(Y/N). It should be (Y/N) sleeping beside him.
“No one love,” Charles forces a smile as he kisses Moira’s head gently. “I’m just a bit tired is all,"
"Well, you were up all night in your study,"
No, he was up all night looking at pictures of (Y/N).
"Ahh yes, of course, that must be it,” Charles nods, biting his lip to keep his rather negative thoughts at bay. What are you doing? What would (Y/N) think if they saw you lying beside another-
“I could make you some coffee if you’d like?” Moira asks softly, pressing another kiss to Charles’ chest.
“Yes, coffee sounds splendid,” Charles hums as Moira gets up, wrapping a robe about her naked body. She gives Charles one last smile before sauntering off, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the mansion.
Charles sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he attempts to clear the voice out of his head (Y/N)’s voice out of his head. But no matter how hard he willed that sweet, soft voice away it stayed, like a damn fly stuck to some honey.
He remembered the first time they met, (Y/N) had been thrown out on the streets after their parents had discovered the could talk to animals, a mutant, just like
Him. He of course took them under his wing and from there a friendship had formed.
“I’m (Y/N),” they had whispered shyly, hanging their head in shame as they looked down upon their dirty clothes.
“I’m Charles,” Charles squeaked, his voice still holding it’s childlike quality. “Say, what is such a young child like you doing out in the streets?” To this (Y/N) sniffled, wiping at their dirt stained nose.
“Well, I haven’t a place to live,” they had whispered, shuffling their dirty feet into the cobblestone road. Charles hummed, looking (Y/N) over once before deciding to take them home, he always had wanted a play friend. Little did Charles know that that day he would take in the kindest, most beautiful soul on the planet.
It was years later, (Y/N) was sitting out On the green grass as a bird perched atop their finger, chirping merrily to the content mutant. (Y/N) chirped back, mimicking the birds noise as they did. The two were in a seemingly very deep conversation when Charles meandered up, hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile of amusement overtaking his expression as he does.
“What do you talk about with these birds?” Charles asks as he takes a seat beside (Y/N), placing his arms out behind him to steady himself.
“Many things,” (Y/N) stated softly, twisting their head this way and that to get a good look at their feathered friend. “The weather, the other birds, what it’s like to fly,”
“Do you ever talk to other animals?” Charles asks, staring at (Y/N) with curiosity.
“I happen to like the squirrels nesting in your trees,” (Y/N) turns to look at Charles with a small smirk. “I suppose I like talking to you as well,” Charles laughs, taking a handful of grass and throwing it at the other mutant.
“Oh be quiet you,” He chided, his smile nearly infectious. “I’m far more civilized than any creature you know,”
“Is that so?” (Y/N) challenged, their tone holding a bit of a teasing tone to it.
“I’m much more civilized than you, look at you, sitting out here in the dirt talking to a rabies infested creature,” (Y/N) laughs, throwing their head back as beautiful little bubble of happiness rise in their throat. Charles wants to laugh as well but his eyes are stuck on (Y/N) and his mouth runs dry, his throat constricting as he does.
They looked so beautiful, the light hit their hair just right making it shine in the early spring morning, their lips were curved upwards in the most beautiful smile, but what truly enraptured Charles was (Y/N)’s eyes, gleaming with happiness as they talk and laugh with him, or chirp and sing along with the bird. Charles’ stomach drops when he comes to a sudden realization, it had taken many years for him to figure this out, nearly an entire decade but he loved (Y/N), he loved them with every beat of his mutant heart.
It was only a few months later, with the two teenage mutants perched happily upon a couch that Charles finally decided to act upon his feelings.
“(Y/N)?” Charles asks as she shifts his position, allowing his head to rest against (Y/N)’s thighs more comfortably. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/N) hums as they reach down, running their gentle fingers through Charles’ hair.
“Yes, I suppose I have,”
“What does it feel like?”
“Well, it feels like a lot of different things- it’s like knowing that every morning you’re going to wake up and see that beautiful smiling face and you know that your day is going to be so much brighter, it’s knowing that when you’re sitting out on the lawn that you’re not going to be alone whilst you talk to the fishes, it’s knowing that the love of your life is only sleeping just across the hall and that at any moment in the night you could sneak out and go talk to them but you don’t because you want them to sleep peacefully,”
“Well in that case,” Charles smiles as he closes his eyes, allowing (Y/N)’s fingers to glide through his hair. “I do believe I’m in love with you (Y/N),”
Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause once I found her, but now she is gone
God- Charles should have tried harder, he shouldn’t have let them run off like that. He shouldn’t have let them leave the mansion, not with all the rising contentions and all the wars and weapons and-
“Charles,” (Y/N)’s lip quivered as they reached up to touch Charles’ cheek, their bloodstained hand painting his cheek an angry red. “Do not blame yourself for this, please,”
“(Y/N),” Charles sobbed, his hand pressed tightly to their stomach as blood oozed from the bullet wound there. “Oh god, this is all my fault, this is all my fault-”
“Remember how you asked me what I talk about with the birds?” (Y/N) asks, a completely irrelevant time to be asking said question considering they were dying in Charles’ arms.
“Of course (Y/N) but how-”
“I used to talk to them about how much I loved you, your smile, your sweet eyes, your amazing voice, I told them about how kind you are, how accepting, I told them that you’re going to change the world some day, they’d just have to wait and see-”
“(Y/N), please, you’re only going to waste your breath-”
“I want you to look in my head Charles,” (Y/N)’s voice quakes as they speak. “I know you promised me you never would but I want you to, it’s my dying wish,” Charles sobs at their words, the pain to much for him to bear.
“(Y/N) please don’t make me-”
“Charles, I want you to,” Charles looks at (Y/N), at their watering eyes and small smile, even now they still looked like an angel, even coated in blood and dust and dirt they still looked heavenly. With shaking hands Charles pressed his fingers against (Y/N)’s temple, delving inside their head for the first and last time.
There wasn’t much to see or hear, in fact there was only one thing and he couldn’t even see it but rather he could feel it. All he felt was an undying sense of love, a love (Y/N) had felt for him. It was so powerful that it nearly took Charles’ breath away but he clung to that feeling, to those last fleeting feelings of (Y/N), of warmth and security, of love and happiness, of everything he could possibly ever want in life-
“Charles,” Moira’s gentle voice is what pulls Charles away from his thoughts. His thoughts clear and suddenly he’s no longer clutching a deceased mutant but rather a warm steaming mug of coffee, made by his very own girlfriend. “Are you okay?” A look of concern flashes her features but Charles doesn’t acknowledge it, too focused on the steaming black liquid before him to even spare her a glance.
“Yes,” Charles murmurs, even though he knew he was far from okay. “Yes, I’m quite well,” He gives Moira a fleeting smile before sipping away at his drink. “Thank you my love,”
I was hoping that I could get a Harry Hook x reader where she is the daughter of Dr. Facilier and he is teaching her to sword fight and they are being really flirty and then she accidentally gets hurt and it gets super fluffy after that
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – While sword fighting, Harry accidentally hurts his lover, the daughter of Dr. Facilier.
Warning(s) - negative thoughts towards oneself, mentions of past injury (accidental and self-inflicted), injury, blood, angst, fluff
Sleepy Significant Other (Hanzo, Soldier 76, Lucio)
How would Hanzo, Jack and Lucio react if the woke up early, their s/o not lying next to them but found them in them passed out at their desk, drooling???
A/N: I hope I did these right, I wasn’t sure how to write these out ^^
Hanzo would be confused when he wakes up and his s/o isn’t beside him. Mainly because he is the early riser out of the two of them. He wouldn’t worry too much about them not being there, though he is a bit more worried than he would like to admit.
He would have to hold back a chuckle when he saw them at their desk with drool. The scene was too adorable for him to handle.
He’d probably get a blanket and wrap it around their shoulders, moving any papers they may have been working on from the drool zone. Hanzo would also prepare a cup of tea for them before gently waking them up.
When Jack noticed his s/o wasn’t by his side, he jumped to his feet in alarm. Life as a vigilante was dangerous enough, he could never be too careful. He would immediately hop out of bed and go looking for his s/o, weapon in hand just in case. He’d search and search until he went into his s/o’s office work area.
Jack would sigh in relief and let a smile crack on his face seeing his s/o hunched over and drooling. It would make his morning, honestly. He’d watch his s/o for a few minutes before waking them up, bringing them back to bed to stay in late for a little more.
Lucio would often expect his s/o to spend all night working on their projects so to see the bed missing, it was no surprise. Lucio would get up from bed and go look for his s/o, ready to have a conversation since most of the time his s/o would still be awake.
When he would arrive to the office, he immediately pulled out his cellphone to snap pictures. He wouldn’t post them to his social media without their permission, but the pics were a good form of some light-hearted blackmail!
Lucio laugh at the drool would startle his s/o awake. He would then immediately start to apologizing for scaring them, offering to make whatever they want for breakfast and offered to delete the pictures, while his s/o was still drowsy, trying to comprehend the words coming out.