The house still rang with the laughter of their family as Claire and Jamie made their way to bed. Jamie as usual was doing the rounds, making sure every window and door was bolted for the night, Claire slowly following close by. He’d been everyone else’s tonight; his sister’s to playfully argue with, his daughters to spoil, his sons to discuss day to day life on the Ridge. Even the grandchildren all wanted some time with their grandda. Now Claire was loathe to spend any time apart. She loved - as he did, she knew - seeing him surrounded, smothered by them all, but now, he was hers alone to do with as she pleased; she missed her husband - not that he gave her much time to indeed miss him that much.
They’d all decided to spend the night at Young Ian’s cabin, with Fergus and Marsali’s visit coming to an end soon, they wanted to keep the night’s festive atmosphere going, and the kids were all still fizzing with unrestrained energy. So the big house finally stood silent, and Claire and Jamie’s for the night. Jamie finished checking the window in his study - the only light that of the solitary candle Claire’d been holding - he noticed Bree’s journal on his desk.
“Och, the lass’s gone and forgotten her wee book. Shall I bring it to her, d’ye think? I’m sure they havena gone far yet,” he said, grabbing it off the desk. As he did, a few pages fell to the floor.
“Not to worry,” Claire said, swooping down to pick them up. “They’ll be back up here tomorrow.” She noticed the handwriting on one of the sheets wasn’t Bree’s, but Marsali’s.
‘Dearest good-sister,’ it began. Quickly scanning the sheet, Claire was struck by the informality of it. Unable to stop herself, she read on more precisely.
I’ve been most taken by the conversation we shared last week in regards to the many books you’ve read, with which you described in such vivid and fervent detail. So overcome indeed, I haven’t been able to think of much else! I have been taken over by a most provoking muse and the urge to write has been most powerful. So, last night, after I had put the children to bed and Fergus had long fallen asleep, I stole out of bed and wrote a wee something for you. Mayhaps it will harken back to some of the novels you spoke of.
Yours with love,
Your good-sister, Marsali.
Post-script: To say this is for your eyes alone would be a most gross understatement!
Claire stood transfixed. She’d been so absorbed, in fact, she hadn’t heard Jamie speak till he gently put a hand on her shoulder.
“Is something amiss, Sassenach?” he asked tentatively.
“No, not at all. Just… curious,” she said distracted, as she flipped to the next sheet.
“Ye shouldna be reading that! They are Bree’s private thoughts, no?” Jamie said, but she could sense his curiosity had been piqued by her own.
“It’s something Marsali’s written, I’m just wondering what could have been so—oh…”
“Oh?” Jamie tried reading the sheet in her hand over her shoulder, but she immediately folded it.
“It’s nothing!” she said hastily, hoping he couldn’t see her flush in the candlelight. But, as always, he was too tuned to her that he needn’t have looked at her glass face at all. Still holding the candle, she tried to stuff the letters back into the journal one handed, but Jamie, taking advantage of her awkward grip, snatched them faster than she could have imagined.
“No! Jamie, you can’t read that! Honestly, its most private,” she helplessly exclaimed. But he’d already read the first sheet and had flipped to the second before she’d finished speaking.
“If ye didna want me reading it, ye shouldna ha’—oh!”
“Oh,” she replied dryly.
Even in the dim light she could see the blush rising under his collar, the tips of his ears flaming. She knew he’d read stories like this before, but was sure the shock came not from the words, but from the author. His moment of disbelief was enough distraction for Claire to snatch the sheets back - well there was no going back now, she thought, might as well finish it. She began reading out loud, amused, much to Jamie’s discomfort.
Mr. Darcy stole from his chamber, having given up any attempts of getting any sleep. He was restless. He was irritable. And he burned most fiercely. His thoughts of Elizabeth filled him with fire and he roamed aimlessly through the cold, dreary halls, trying to quench his fiery need, yet knew there was but one cure.
He found himself outside Elizabeth’s door, the soft light of her candle visible beneath the crack of her door…
And so Claire read on as Mr. Darcy uncontrollably slipped into Elizabeth’s bedroom to find her in nothing but shift, hair loose, cheeks flushed at the appearance of her midnight visitor.
…Elizabeth felt the heat rise within her, her nether regions tingling pleasantly at the thought of Mr. Darcy undressing her further with his eyes. His member twitching in his breeches in greeting. She played such coquettish games, moving from bed to dresser, just out of reach, Mr. Darcy all the while moving in earnest towards her, finally forcing her to vault over the bed to the window-
Jamie snorted at that particularly acrobatic bit; Claire ignored him and read on.
-The room filled with the musky smell of arousal, both Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy sensing the change in the air. There was no going back from that point.
“I burn for you most ardently,” Mr. Darcy gasped, undoing the fly of his breeches, his member strained for freedom, demanding attention.
Elizabeth felt dizzy, the unaccustomed rush of arousal weakening her knees. The secret space between her legs engorged and slippery. A flush rose in her cheeks as she stared at Mr. Darcy, naked and ready before her, awaiting her acquiescence.
She moved, hypnotized, toward the armchair by the window. She settled back, unable to take her eyes from him, lest he suddenly disappeared, fearing this being naught but a dream. “How long I’ve desired you, Mr. Darcy? How long I’ve yearned to feel your lips against those secret parts of me,” Elizabeth whispered. She rucked up her shift, exposing her hidden lust, draping her legs up onto the armrests, opening herself to him.
Mr. Darcy breath caught in his throat, seeing her exposed so. Ready. Waiting. He stepped forward, seeing the muscles of her inner thighs tremble in anticipation. He fell to his knees before her, hands tracing her legs. His mouth was dry and he licked his lips, his breath shallow. “A taste first,” he said, bringing his mouth to her nether region. “I must!”
Elizabeth felt his tongue-
“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me! It just stops! Is there another page?” Claire asked, Jamie at once already searching the floor for the next part. Clearly he’d been just as carried away as she’d been. “Nay, I dinna see another!”
“Perhaps in the journal?” she suggested, but a quick investigation yielded nothing. “She can’t have sent it incomplete, surely?” Claire said exasperated.
“I dinna ken,” Jamie shrugged, “but I must say, yon girl has quite a way wi’ words, aye,” he cocked a suggestive eyebrow at Claire that went straight through her nether regions, sending shivers down her spine.
“She most certainly does,” she replied primly, tucking the sheets of paper neatly back into the journal, avoiding his gaze entirely.
He came up behind her, wrapping his arms about her waist. “D’ye maybe think it’s things she’s-” he stopped abruptly, the thought having gone a wee bit further than he would’ve liked.
“No,” Claire said firmly. “Besides, I hardly want the imagery of Fergus and Marsali quite in that way.” The thought of Fergus and Marsali’s encounters weren’t really something either one wanted to dwell on for too long. So as a means to distract him - and herself - Claire turned in his arms and wrapped her own round his neck. “You on the other hand…” she teased. Her hand ran down the front of his shirt, then lower down.
“Aye, well. I canna imagine much of anything else wi’ yer hand where it is, Sassenach.” He bent down and kissed her, slowly, thoroughly, his own hands finding and cupping her perfectly round bottom, just as her hand found its way neatly beneath his kilt.
After what seemed a rather long time later, they finally broke apart, breathless, but mightily roused. “She may not have finished it, but we certainly can,” Claire said, with a firm and unrelenting grip on his cock, she steered him out of the study and up the stairs.
(theres like 200+ on here lol. got it from another tumbler, credz to them 💜)
1: My name?
2: Do I have any nicknames?
3: Zodiac sign?
4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?
5: Book/series I reread?
6: Aliens or ghosts?
7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?
8: Favourite radio station?
9: Favourite flavour of anything?
10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great?
11: Favourite song?
12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?
13: Favourite word?
14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?
15: Last song I listened to?
16: TV show I always recommend?
17: Pirates or ninjas?
18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down?
19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?
20: Favourite video games?
21: What am I most afraid of?
22: A good quality of mine?
23: A bad quality of mine?
24: Cats or dogs?
25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?
26: Favourite season?
27: Am I in a relationship?
28: Something I miss?
29: My best friend?
30: Eye colour?
31: Hair colour?
32: Someone I love?
33: Someone I trust?
34: Someone I always think about?
35: Am I excited about anything?
36: My current obsession?
37: Favourite TV shows as a child?
38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?
39: Am I superstitious?
40: What do I think about most?
41: Do I have any strange phobias?
42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?
43: Favourite hobbies?
44: Last book I read?
45: Last film I watched?
46: Do I play any instruments?
47: Favourite animal?
48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow?
49: Superpower I wish I could have?
50: How do I destress?
51: Do I like confrontation?
52: When do I feel most at peace?
53: What makes me smile?
54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off?
55: Play any sports?
56: What is my song of the week?
57: Favourite drink?
58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?
59: Afraid of heights?
60: Pet peeve?
61: What was the last concert I went to see?
62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?
63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?
64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy?
65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?
66: Something I worry about?
67: Scared of the dark?
68: Who are my best friends?
69: What do I admire most about others?
70: Can I sing?
71: Something I wish I could do?
72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?
73: Have I ever skipped school?
74: Favourite place on the planet?
75: Where do I want to live?
76: Do I have any pets?
77: What is my current desktop picture?
78: Early bird or night owl?
79: Sunsets or sunrise?
80: Can I drive?
81: Story behind my last kiss?
82: Earphones or headphones?
83: Have I ever had braces?
84: Story behind one of my scars?
85: Favourite genre of music?
86: Who is my hero?
87: Favourite comic book character?
88: What makes me really angry?
89: Kindle or real book?
90: Favourite sporty activity?
91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?
92: What was my favourite subject at school?
94: What was the last thing I bought?
95: How tall am I?
96: Can I cook?
97: Can I bake?
98: 3 things I love?
99: 3 things I hate?
100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?
101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?
102: Where was I born?
103: Sexual orientation?
104: Where do I currently live?
105: Last person I texted?
106: Last time I cried?
107: Guilty pleasure?
108: Favourite Youtuber?
109: A photo of myself.
110: Do I like selfies?
111: Favourite game app?
112: My relationship with my parents?
113: Favourite accents?
114: A place I have not been but wish to visit?
115: Favourite number?
116: Can I juggle?
117: Am I religious?
118: Do I like space?
119: Do I like the deep ocean?
120: Am I much of a daredevil?
121: Am I allergic to anything?
122: Can I curl my tongue?
123: Can I wiggle my ears?
124: Do I like clowns?
125: The Beatles or Elvis?
126: My current project?
127: Am I a bad loser?
128: Do I admit when I wrong?
129: Forest or beach?
130: Favourite piece of advice?
131: Am I a good liar?
132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?
133: Do I talk to myself?
134: Am I very social?
135: Do I like gossip?
136: Do I keep a journal/diary?
137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?
138: Do I believe in second chances?
139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?
140: Do I believe people are capable of change?
141: Have I ever been underweight?
142: Am I ticklish?
143: Have I ever been in a submarine?
144: Have I ever been on a plane?
145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?
146: Have I ever been overweight?
147: Do I have any piercings?
148: Which fictional character do I wish was real?
149: Do I have any tattoos?
150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?
151: Do I believe in Karma?
152: Do I wear glasses or contacts?
153: What was my first car?
154: Do I want children?
155: Who is the most intelligent person I know?
156: My most embarrassing memory?
157: What makes me nostalgic?
158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?
159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?
160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe?
161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience?
162: What do I hate most about myself?
163: What do I love most about myself?
164: Do I like adventure?
165: Do I believe in fate?
166: Favourite animal?
167: Have I ever been on radio?
168: Have I ever been on TV?
169: How old am I?
170: One of my favourite quotes?
171: Do I hold grudges?
172: Do I trust easily?
173: Have I learnt from my mistakes?
174: Best gift I’ve ever received?
175: Do I dream?
176: Have I ever had a night terror?
177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind?
178: An experience that has made me stronger?
179: If I were immortal, what would I do?
180: Do I like shopping?
181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?
182: What does “family” mean to me?
183: What is my spirit animal?
184: How do I want to be remembered?
185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose?
186: What is my greatest failure?
187: What is my greatest achievement?
188: Love or money?
189: Love or career?
190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go?
191: What makes me the happiest?
192: What is “home” to me?
193: What motivates me?
194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be?
195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens?
196: A movie that scared me as a child?
197: Something I hated as a child that I like now?
198: Zombies or vampires?
199: Live in the city or suburbs?
200: Dragons or wizards?
201: A nightmare that has stayed with me?
202: How do I define love?
203: Do I judge a book by its cover?
204: Have I ever had my heart broken?
205: Do I like my handwriting?
206: Sweet or savoury?
207: Worst job I’ve had?
208: Do I collect anything?
209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?
210: What is on my bucket list?
211: How do I handle anger?
212: Was I named after anyone?
213: Do I use sarcasm a lot?
214: What TV character am I most like?
215: What is the weirdest talent I have?
216: Favourite fictional character?
They all meet when they're initially struggling to get their books published, and so all of them pool their savings (and a significant donation from from Combeferre's mothers) into self publishing.
Eventually their books prove to be popular enough for them to have a proper little printing company of their own- it's not huge but they all love it anyway.
Enjolras writes those illustrated social justice books to teach children about human rights, and writes simplified biographies of famous figures in various political movements. He also puts similar messages into more traditional stories to try and make sure that parents prejudices are or passed on to children as easily.
Courfeyrac tends to write joke books full of terrible puns, but he's also loves pop up books. He's published the least of any of the amis, but he has also read every single book any of the others have written.
Combeferre writes those 101 fact books about basically every subject that interests himself. He's written dozens of books on science and space, they're his favorites.
Joly writes books of fun home science experiments to get kids interested in chemistry. He tests them all out at home, and on the weekends him, Bossuet and Chetta will all make a complete mess of their house with baking soda volcanos (and have a heap of fun doing it).
Gav is his official tester, he gets the first copy of every new book as soon as Joly has it and he won't put anything in the book with his seal of approval.
Combeferre and Joly are also working on a collection of books about the human body. So far they've written three.
Jehan writes poetry books, which have notes and encouragement for kids to try and write their own. They've also done books of those fun shape poems, again with helpful hints about writing and forming your own, and with blank shapes left at the back for kids to fill in their own.
Bahorel does traditional moral stories with a modern twist. He wants his books to teach children to be kinder to one another, and to other people. Him and Enjolras have been working together on trying to write books about racism without being too overt.
Cosette writes books about hobby crafts and other fun activities for children. She began publishing with ABC because she was being pressured to publish her books as those 'crafts for girls' things and she didn't believe in gendering them so heavily. She helps Musichetta with her children's cook books too. Typically she writes the baking sections because she can include recipes that baker!Valjean did with her when she was a child.
Eponine writes those versions of fairytales which are messed up or told from the villains point of view or whatever. She could never get them published because they were kind of dark.
Marius does traditional fairy tales illustrated really well (with princess who tend to look increasingly like Cosette) and is the only one of ABC and friends to ever have something published by a major publisher.
Grantaire and Feuilly are both illustrators. They both have very different styles- Feuilly typically illustrates Enjolras' books since his style is more traditional, where Grantaire's more cartoonish style fits better with Bahorel and Joly's styles.
Feuilly has also co written a book with Cosette about origami.
Grantaire could always see how much joy his friends got from creating stories and decided to try it himself. He finds inspiration in the people that he loves, rewriting traditional fairytales with them as characters.
It actually started with him writing "The democratically elected leader and the frog" as a joke, but people actually love them? And eventually everyone has their own.
Montparnasse doesn't talk to R for a week after the publication of "The (Gender Fluid) Beauty and the Beast" because of the rather unflattering caricature of him.
His most popular three are still his presentation of the ABC and friends in Robin Hood, his reimagining of the little mermaid (wherein rather than melting into sea foam princess Chetta marries the prince and his husband) and his lesbian version of Rapunzel (featuring eposette).
Summary: You met Steve in one bar and two have a great night together.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Drunk assholes, fuffly, and smut.
You never minded to do things alone, you actually enjoyed it a lot. Going to the movies or shopping was, even more, fun to you when you are alone because you were the one in control. But you are starting to thinking that coming to this bar alone wasn’t your best idea.
Since you arrived at the bar, this is the fourth guy who hit on you in one hour. The first guy insisted on paying for your drink and after you declined several times he went away, the second was nice when you said you weren’t interested he went away without questioning you. The third one was insistent but after hearing about your fake boyfriend he let you enjoy your drink alone.
The fourth asshole, Mike didn’t leave you alone. You told him that you weren’t interested, that you could pay for your own drinks and that you had a boyfriend but no, he wasn’t having any of it. “Come on baby, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know… I can show you a really good time.”
You flip through the manga’s lining his windowsill; you’d just finished running your hands through the ones in his bookshelf. Baekhyun was lounging on his bed with his leg dangling off the edge. He had one of those double decker beds without the bed at the bottom instead the space was crammed with his computer and posters for old timey movies.
You toss your jean jacket onto the chair, dirtying the spotless room with the item. You could feel his eyes wandering off his manga and onto the chair in an instant.