𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I need him in all ways possible. Anyways, I'm finally back to doing requests after a whole year of taking a break,,,hopefully this is what you were looking for anon,, :,) ALSOOO what do you guys think of the header >:] I spent an hour doing it,,,sobsobs Now I have to do it for the rest of my masterlist.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possessiveness, forced codependency, forced dependency, non-con touching, obsession, stalking, mentions of threats (kidnapping), swearing, use of pet names, kinda crybaby reader
𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Mine to break
ᯓ He's so cold and so mean... He acts as if he doesn't care for your well-being, always flicking your forehead, pulling on your arm ── harsh enough to cause you to wince ── just to get you to follow him. Occasionally, Norton will casually throw insults your way whenever he passes by you.
Oh, but when someone else even so much as laughs in your direction? Norton feels the instant rage bubbling up inside him. Do you think it's funny to allow people to do that to you? Are you really that dense? Can you really not comprehend when someone is being mean to you, that you need him to protect you?
... Well, it doesn't affect him much. He'd love to come to your rescue, so don't worry your pretty little head, darling!
ᯓ More often than not, he'll ignore you as well. He wants to test you, wants to see you desperate, and begging for his attention. He needs to know that you're as dependent on him as he is with you.
ᯓ Norton’s obsession with you isn’t just about being close to you; it’s about protecting you—at all costs. His actions are driven by a twisted sense of duty, and he believes that no one else can care for you as he does. He watches you from the shadows, always making sure you're safe—he's constantly plotting to ensure that no one else can get too close to you. His princess, his treasure. HIS.
ᯓ Norton enjoys watching you, likes to see you squirm in discomfort from the staring. Norton likes, no, wants to push your boundaries. He needs to see what else you'll allow him to do before it's too much ─ and even until then, it's not like that'll stop him either way.
ᯓ Norton doesn’t just want you to survive the match—he wants to own your survival. He’ll make it clear that, in his eyes, you’re his to protect. If you escape or are rescued by someone else, he sees it as a betrayal. He can't help but scoff and bark out a curt laughter as he grips your arm tightly, pulling you away from other players while you struggle to keep up with him, stumbling over your steps as you wince from his harsh grasp.
"You must be fucking with me, right sweetheart? You think you're cute being such a fucking whore, that it huh?"
He doesn’t allow you to get close to anyone. You are his, and he makes it painfully obvious with his possessive behavior. If he feels like you're slipping away or getting too close to another survivor, he’ll make sure to "remind" you who you belong to by being extra sweet, manipulative, or even aggressive.
"Getting a little too comfortable, aren't you baby? Continue testing me and maybe I’ll tie you up, keep you locked up in my room where you belong."
ᯓ Norton loves making his little darling cry— not just the tears but the struggle before they fall. He never misses a chance to break you down. He likes seeing you like this—helpless, teary-eyed, struggling to hold yourself together while your fingers grasp at his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart. And oh, how he relishes in that fact.
You hiccup softly, trying to stifle your sobs as Norton kneels in front of you, resting his arms on your lap. His prying eyes gleam with something unreadable—amusement, fondness, possession.
"You just don’t stop, do you?" He hums, the corner of his lips tugging up into a fond smirk. "Tears, sniffles, that wobbly little pout… Such a mess, sunshine."
His fingers trace over your damp cheeks, wiping the evidence of your breakdown away with slow, deliberate strokes. "You cry so pretty.." he muses, tilting your chin up. "Almost makes me wanna make you cry more. But I guess I should fix you up instead, huh?"
His hand slides to the back of your head, pulling you into his chest. Letting you cling onto his shirt desperately to ground yourself. He lets out a soft chuckle, his voice a deep hum as he pats your head soothingly. "There you go… That’s better right, my little crybaby?"
ᯓ And then, just as easily as he makes you crumble, he soothes you. His touch turns warm, hands wiping your tears, pulling you close, letting you cling to him. Not out of guilt—never that—but because he wants you to need him, to seek comfort in the very hands that made you cry.
٠ ࣪⭑ author's note: disappeared for a year, sowwyyyyyyy. He also kinda comes off as virginal. Like a mutt deciding if he likes to bite. Notice a spelling/grammer error? LMK and I'll change it.
Norton let out a strained and breathy groan as he collapsed against your chest, breath hitching hard in his throat as he spilled onto your chest. “Oh, oh- fuck…” he sighs shakily, his forehead nearly dropping to your past shoulder. His forearms framed your head, fingers trembling slightly as he tried to steady himself. Desperately trying not crush you beneath his weight.
“Oh, Norton… you, uh-”
“Yeah, I know,” he interrupted softly, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just got a little too excited to see you. Been a while since we've, ah.. " He says, running a hand through his hair.
He adjusted his length back beneath the waistband of his boxers before staying there for another moment, still straddling your chest while his breathing slowly began to ease. The warmth of him lingered against your chest, intimate and unguarded in a way that made his stomach twist in knots.
His stomach knotted itself further when he feels the need to press his lips against your temple, or anywhere really. Almost doing so without thinking, but he hesitates and ultimately doesn't.
Eventually, he slid down beside you on the bed with a quiet hum. The room fell still except for the sound of both your breathing. His hand drifted lazily over your chest, fingertips smearing his spunk absentmindedly as he stared at you through half-lidded eyes. “Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough and low. his gaze now soft and lifted to meet yours, dark irises softening. “Want me to take care of you too?” He offers, waiting until you gave him the go ahead with a nod. Now finding himself leaning down and bringing one of your nipples in-between his knuckles, and the other in his mouth while slotting himself between your legs.
"Yeah, just give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go again." He says, tasting the saltiness from his spunk off you. Eagerly lapping at your hardening bud once hearing you whimper. Slipping his knee further between your legs, rubbing his knee against your crotch. All while maintaining eye contact as he does so.
Norton can feel the familiar arousal pooling in his stomach making him lightheaded, he pulls away, taking a breather. A string of saliva connecting from his lips to your areola. He brings his hand up to his lips, wiping away his spit. The mattress creaks uncomfortably against the floor as he grinds against you. He grunted, feeling his cock began to stiffen against his boxers.
He lowered his head again slowly, almost reverently this time, lips brushing against your other nipple with warm, open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch. The scrape of his teeth was light, almost teasing rather than rough, almost curiosity. Enough to send a shiver through you. A quiet groan left him at your reaction, muffled against your skin as though he couldn’t help himself.
You could feel the heat radiating from him now, the growing tension in the way his hips pressed against yours. The thin fabric of his boxers did little to hide how stiff he’d gotten, his cock straining beneath them every time he rolled his hips. But it quickly turned beyond desperate. His body moved instinctively against yours, chasing relief, every thrust becoming more frantic than the last.
The room filled with soft sounds. Uneven labored breathing, the rhythmic creak of the mattress beneath you both, the quiet wet noises of his kisses against your skin. The prospector seemed completely lost in it, in you. Every so often he’d pull back just enough to breathe, only to dive right back in as if he couldn’t stand the distance for even a second.
Then with a soft pop, he pulled away from your chest entirely. His lips were flushed and damp, his breathing shaky. He reached for your hands immediately, threading his calloused fingers tightly through yours like he needed something steady to hold onto. His grip tightened every time his hips snapped forward frantically
Minutes passed by in heated tension. Norton’s composure unraveled little by little with every thrust. Breathless groans spilled from him freely now, mixed with hushed curses under his breath. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, and you could feel how sweaty he had become, how exhausting he was trying to hold himself together.
“Fucking… hell…” he breathed unevenly, hips stuttering against yours.
The pleasure kept building, twisting knots tighter and tighter inside him until his movements lost all practiced rhythm. His thrusts turned sloppy, rushed, totally helpless. He squeezed your hands harder, the bed creaking relentlessly beneath the force of his movements as he chased that overwhelming rush.
Then suddenly he slumped over, allowing himself to actually collaspe atop of you this time.
A broken grunt tore from his throat as his whole body jerked against yours. His hips bucked before stuttering to a complete stop altogether. Norton let out a strained groan, breath hot against your neck as he came untouched into his boxers, the sensation overwhelming. His boxers now damp with sweat and his own cum.
“Ah, ah, what the hell. Shit." He curses, his brows knitted together in annoyance.
For a moment he stayed frozen atop of you, chest heaving as he tried to recover from the intensity of it. Norton's face buried near your shoulder while the aftermath left him flushed with embarrassment and almost shame.
His fingers loosened around yours, dreading to let go completely, so he doesn't.
“Sorry…” he muttered through gritted teeth, voice rough and uneven, carrying embarrassment once realizing he cummed early. Again.
summary!࣪ ִֶָ☾. You’re the daughter of a wealthy mining owner, sent to work as a manager at your father’s harsh mining site. There, you meet Norton Campbell, a scarred and distant miner who distrusts the rich, and your interactions are tense and uneasy. When an accident leaves you injured, his quiet, gruff care reveals a different side of him, slowly building a fragile connection between you.
pairings! Norton Campbell (The prospector) x reader slowburn(REALLY SLOW)/ fluff
author's note: hey guys! This is my first time writing a fanfic because I've always been thinking of it and I've also noticed that not a lot of people write about him. Thanks!
wc: 1.5k
You weren't raised to be cruel.
Despite growing up in a house filled with polished floors and expensive furniture, your childhood never felt warm. Your father believed that discipline built character, and affection was a distraction from responsibility. Conversations at the dinner table were always about numbers, production, and profit, never about people.
Unlike your father, you learned to be observant, noticing things that others ignored. The tired servants who worked long hours without complaint. The workers who bowed too deeply. The way your father spoke about employees like replaceable tools instead of human beings.
When you were younger, you once asked why miners had to work in such dangerous environments.
Your father had simply replied,
“Because someone has to. Don't really mind them, they get paid anyways."
That answer never sat right with you.
As you grew older, you would help the servants with their work, and give them snacks and beverages to cheer them up, seeing their smiles made your day.
Years passed, and eventually, you were old enough to find your own occupation.
One evening at the dinner table, your father set his utensils down and looked at you.
“You should start working at the mining site.”
The words were calm, casual — as if he were suggesting a simple office job.
“As a manager.”
In disbelief, you choked on your food and tried to process his words.
".... The mining site?"
He nodded as if it was the most obvious decision.
"Working in a familiar environment would help you understand work in other places. You are knowledgeable about our business, aren't you?"
You swallowed heavily. Admittedly, you knew a lot of things about the mining site, but mostly the down sides such as the suffocating working environment, your father's hostile treatments, and accidents…
However, you had no choice. Arguing would not make the situation better.
You already know that your father must have applied you to that work place.
Your fingers tightened around the utensils, as you sighed
"..When do I start?"
Your father let out a delighted hum at your response.
"Next week. You will observe the operations and supervise the miners."
'Supervise'?
That word felt heavy.
Supervise them while I'm doing nothing? As if I'm on top of them?
You simply nodded, and headed to your bedroom to arrange your thoughts.
The ride to the mining site was quiet, but your mind was noisy with different thoughts.
The carriage was surrounded by clean streets and well-managed establishments until the scenery shifted to dry land, dusty atmosphere, and dark smoke.
It was the mines.
Even from afar, they looked unwelcoming.
This was where hundreds of workers spent their days, and also underground..
And now, this was where you were supposed to work.
The carriage stopped.
A man quickly approached and opened the door.
“Miss, welcome to the mining site.” he said nervously, bowing slightly, “I am the site manager.”
You stepped down carefully, your shoes sinking into the dirt.
The air smelled like iron and ash. The atmosphere was heavier than expected.
You could feel several eyes on you.
Judging, watching, waiting.
“The workers are already starting their shift,” the manager explained, “I will show you around the site first.”
You nodded and followed him.
The closer you walked to the mine entrance, the louder the sounds became, metal striking stone, carts rolling across the ground, boots stepping against dirt.
Then a loud metallic clang echoed nearby.
You turned instinctively to the source of the sound.
The minder who dropped it bent down slowly to pick it up, dust clinging to his clothes and hands.
“Campbell,” the site manager called out sharply.
The miner paused
Then he looked up.
For a brief moment, your eyes met.
He looked younger than expected, yet exhaustion lingered in his features. Dark messy hair, and his tired eyes held a quiet, distant sharpness. His build was lean but strong, shaped by years of labor, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal rough hands and worn bandages wrapped around his fingers.
A faint crimson scar rested along the side of his face, the kind of mark that didn’t come from carelessness, but from surviving something dangerous.
He didn’t seem bothered by it.
Like it was just another part of him
There was no curiosity in his gaze.
“This is our new manager,” he said, gesturing towards you.
“The owner’s daughter. She will be supervising the site from now on.”
The miner straightened, resting the pickaxe against his shoulder.
“.......Understood.”
His voice was low and flat, almost emotionless.
He didn’t greet you or even look at you again.
He simply turned away to the mine entrance, disappearing into the darkness.
The manager sighed in annoyance.
“That is Norton Campbell. One of the miners here. He can be… a difficult person.”
You watched the dark entrance where he had disappeared.
Something about his expression lingered in your mind. He looked like he had already decided what kind of person you were before even knowing you.
And for some reason, that bothered you even more than the whispers of others.
You walked over the site, carrying a tray of sandwiches and bottled water. The miners paused their work, glancing at you curiously.
“Here,” you called softly, “for anyone who’s hungry. Please, grab whatever you need.”
Most of them hesitated at first, then gratefully accepted, murmuring thanks. You smiled politely and moved down the row, your eyes scanning for anyone you might have missed.
Then you noticed him.
Norton Campbell.
He was sitting apart from the others, back against a wooden pallet near the entrance, coal-dusted clothes blending into the shadows. HIs arms were crossed over his chest, and his dark eyes were focusing on the sky above.
“Mr. Campbell,” you said gently, approaching, “I brought something for–”
He lifted his dark eye brow and let out a dry, quiet laugh.
“Rich people,” he muttered under his breath, “always thinking that small things can make up for the lives they don’t care about.”
You froze for a moment, unsure if he had meant you personally. Then, choosing not to argue, you placed the tray a few steps away from him, not invading his space.
“If you want it…”, you murmured
He didn’t even glance in your direction.
The other miners were whispering now, glancing between the tray and him.
You stayed for a moment, watching Norton. He was completely still, leaning against the wood as if nothing in the world mattered — as if your gesture didn’t exist.
You felt a strange mix of frustration and curiosity.
All workers in your life would smile and appreciate your small presents, but he was completely different.
Why did he isolate himself?
Why did he avoid everyone, even kindness?
You realized that earning his trust or even a single glance might take far more than just this.
You learned the rhythm of the mine: the way carts ratted on the tracks, the sharp smell of iron, the constant hum of labor. Most workers had grown used to you, some even offering small smiles, but Norton Campbell remained distant, always on the edge of the shadows
You tried. You brought food. You asked questions politely. You watched carefully. Yet every time you approached him, he only muttered things about rich people or even ignored you.
Still, something about him nagged at you. The way he worked silently, efficiently, like every swing of the pickaxe had purpose.
One afternoon, the ground beneath the far tunnel trembled sharply, A pile of loose rocks had shifted.
“Watch out!”, someone yelled, but it was too late.
The ceiling collapsed. Dust filled the air. Screams echoed. You ran instinctively, but a chunk of rock was in your way, making you trip over it. Pain seared through your body, and you couldn’t move.
And then you heard it — the sound of someone moving faster than the chaos around you.
Norton.
He appeared like a shadow through the dust, coal-streaked hands already gripping your arm.
“You’re stupid,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he lifted you carefully. “What the hell are you doing down here?”
He focused on getting you out. One arm beneath your shoulders, the other supporting your legs, he dodged the falling rocks and unstable floor with the precision of someone who had survived this countless times before.
Once outside, he gently lowered you onto solid ground. You winced, pain shooting up your leg.
“Stay still,” he barked, though the tone was almost caring. “I’ll get help.”
He disappeared for a moment, returning with a bucket of water and a rag. He knelt beside you, cleaning the worst of the dust and blood from your body. His dark eyes met yours for a brief second, unreadable but something in them softened — just a fraction.
“I’m not going to coddle you,” he said gruffly. “You’re lucky that I was here.”
And then, without waiting for your appreciation, he stood and turned away, leaving you staring after him.
For the first time, you realized — he cared. Not in words, not in polite gestures, but through action.
And the thought made your chest ache in a way you didn’t quite understand.
can i please get some headcanons for FG and Norton being the little spoon during a cuddling session and their reaction to it? thank you in advance i love your writting so much
🧲 Prospector
Norton prefers to be the big spoon. This might be non-negotiable even well into your relationship. Aside from any personal gripes he has about being cradled in someone's arms, he is tall and broader than most, so it's usually the most comfortable position for both of you.
You've tried to be discreet about spooning him: slipping into bed when he's already asleep, drawing the back of his head gently into your chest... But he's a light sleeper and tends to flip around within a matter of seconds. Your current record is a minute and a half.
He catches on to your game of subtly trying to spoon him almost immediately. He never voices any objection to it, but he makes his stance pretty obvious by physically maneuvering you whenever you try it. He's always swift and gentle, it happens before you can blink.
One time, he decides not to do anything. There wasn't any real thought process behind it. Maybe he was curious what you would do. It was sure to surprise you, at least.
He glances down at the way your arms are woven around his abdomen. It reminds him of all the times you've had to chase after him, pleading with him to not to leave you. You'd cling to him from behind and lock your arms around him just like this, desperate to hold him for one second longer. He would always spare you that second, before shrugging you off in the end.
There were also the times he would carry you on his back any time you got injured in a match. Or the times you would yank him tightly against you, hiding from the hunter he missed in his peripheral.
Always, always harrowing situations for you. This is the first time he's ever seen your hands so relaxed while you're curled up behind him. It's definitely an eye-opener.
Maybe he won't be as resistant to it anymore.
⛏️ Fool's Gold
He's more open to it than his survivor counterpart, but it'll be awkward. Norton's body is so bulky and jagged that you'll be constantly readjusting yourself to get comfortable.
He's mainly just curious how you'll go about it. He's convinced there's no way you'll find it a very enjoyable experience.
Contrary to what you might think, being spooned by him is very relaxing. He makes a conscious effort to turn his rocks to their flatter sides whenever he's behind you. They're warmed with body heat, which essentially means you get your own hot stone massage every time you cuddle.
Things change when you're the big spoon. Apparently Norton "can't see back there" and therefore can't make them flat for you (?). A part of you doesn't buy that & suspects he just wants to make it harder for you. Maybe force you to concede that he's the better big spoon. Either way, you're up for the challenge.
It's actually quite comfortable to spoon him. His head is the softest part of him, so you like nuzzling your face in the back of his hair, arms draped down his chest.
hiiii!! Would it be possible to request Norton & Naib with a fashionable S/O? Always dressed up like they need to be the hottest person at breakfast.
Thank you !
Identity V characters with their Fashionable s/o! :3
w/ Norton Campbell, Naib Subedar and Bonus ! Eli Clark
A/N : I’ll never pass up on adding Eli, love him too dearly. I tried my best hopefully this is what you wanted! :]
Norton Campbell
Norton doesn’t get why you are always dressed to nines. You both spend the day running from Hunters, why are you wearing the brightest most shiniest outfit ever.
Side by side both your outfits clash hard, you always look like your about to walk a runway and he looks like he just threw on the first things of clothing he found.
Sometimes he likes to watch you prepare your outfit for the day. Usually ends in him giving his two-cents. “You should wear this.” He’d say as he lays the ugliest shirt pants combo you’ve seen.
“Norton… those two colors don’t even go together, plus!” You then end up giving a whole analysis on what he chose and why it’s ugly.
He listens with a very blank expression knowing he’s not gonna remember why these two items can’t go together.
Even if he doesn’t get it he likes it, but don’t expect him to be fashionable alongside you, he likes to pick out his own outfits which never go with what you’re wearing.
Naib Subedar
He doesn’t really notice how fashionable you are, I mean he always thinks you look nice but he’s never really cared for stuff like that. The other survivors like to compliment you to him, and he finds that weird.
He’d been sitting at the table waiting for the others, and William approached him talking about how nice you look today dressed up very fancy like.
“Yeah, I know, I saw their outfit earlier this morning.” He doesn’t really get the fuss about how nice you dress. sometimes he honestly thinks the others are trying to make him jealous by complimenting you to him.
He’s there when you’re creating your outfit for the next day and listens to you rant about how ugly another survivors outfit was that day. Usually while scarfing down a family sized bag of chips.
“You know perhaps I could create your outfit for tomorrow as well, lord knows the last time you washed that jacket!” You say opening his closet. He shrugged shoving another handful of chips. “Go ahead.”
He doesn’t really mind what he wears as long as it’s not super like flamboyant looking. But he’ll wear matching outfits with you, even allow you to do his hair and put accessories on him.
Bonus ! Eli Clark
The first person to compliment you every day. He can recognize how fashionable you are though he doesn't look very stylish.
“This shade looks really nice on you, i can tell you put alot of thought into it!” He tries to make it sound like hes very informed about fashion.
When putting on a new costume for the first time your always the first person who sees it so you get to remove the ‘ugly’ looking accessories or what-nots
He tries to be with you when your creating a new outfit look but sometimes he likes the surprise of seeing you with everyone else at breakfast. He has no shame complimenting you infront of the others.
When making Eli look more stylish you always make sure the material of the outfit you picked is something his owl wouldn’t mind.
I did struggle with Eli’s part I didnt know what to put but I still wanted to include him!!! Hopefully whoever requested this likes it :] !Not proofread!
It is a shame Kroto is not playing the lead lady for this play, she would do fantastic; but a tour overseas is such an opportunity no one could pass up! You genuinely are happy for her and as her understudy, you are happy to have these opportunities to show your ability to perform on stage!
Tours usually last nearly a year, depending on the popularity of the actor or actress and the play they are performing. In Kroto's case, her talent as an actress (and burlesque dancer), has her on many stages of different theatres playing her iconic roles in plays with various troupes. Her last letter was explaining how hectic the traveling has been, however it is worth to stand under the stage lights and listen to the thunderous cheers and clapping just for her.
A bit conceited, but she deserves it given how hard she worked for this.
You are going to miss the luxury comfort of a private dressing room. Honestly, you often sleep here rather than your boarding room, especially during late-night rehearsals. Granted, that was before the new owner of the Golden Theatre, Ronald or 'Dazzling Wolf' (a new stage name for a new man, he said) took over. You cannot help the small smile on your face as you think of the eccentric man who has become an important part of life, now soon to be a whole year.
There are a tap of three knocks in a purposeful order, "The door is unlocked, come in!" Looking up as the door is open to reveal a short blonde man.
"Happy birthday, Nightshade!" A cheerful, youthful voice coming from the man. He hops over to your seated position in front of the vanity, then he presents from behind his back a bright bouquet. A colorful arrangement with spots of lavender in between. "Flowers for a flower." Bowing, you take them with one hand and inhale the fragrance. You let out a soft, peaceful sigh with a smile on your lips. The scent seems to wash away your nerves, the usual nerves one has about performing before rehearsals.
You stand up after putting the script down on the cluttered vanity, leaning slightly down to give Sparrow a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint trace of your rouge.
"These are lovely, Sparrow. Thank you!" Smiling at the short blonde acrobat of the theatre troupe. "How did you know?" Curious as you didn't mention it to anyone— Not to be secretive! You simply were more concerned about the play these few months, and being very busy with the surprise engagement, too.
"Ronald— I mean 'Dazzling Wolf' has been mumbling about it these past few weeks." Whispering to you as he leans in with a hand covering his mouth from the side. "Thought I should get ahead before him." Winking at you playfully. Your birthday is tomorrow, luckily, it is the weekend, meaning no work, and Ronald has you all just to himself.
You put the flowers in the empty vase on the table in front of a small plush couch in the dressing room. Taking the thrown clothes from when you were getting a fitting for the costumes.
"Such a troublemaker!" Slapping his shoulder playfully as you laugh, "I hope he is not thinking too hard on it. I was hoping just to have a day off with him." Worried that Ronald is going to try to make it extravagant. You grew up poor, worked your way up to where you are now, and though you are very happy to be center of attention as an actress… You are still very private.
'Nightshade' is for the stage and people to read all about; (Name) is for your personal and private life away from the piercing stage lights. Though you do love theater, you will not be made stressed the way the late Belladonna was.
You and Sparrow talk for a while like close siblings, gossiping mostly about anything Sparrow was nosily listening in on.
"They say Kroto isn't going to be returning to the Golden Theatre after the final show in Canada." Eating some cookies you brought in for a snack after rehearsal.
"Why? She's the new leading lady of the theatre!" Confused by this sudden talk of leaving such a 'golden' opportunity.
"Maybe the guilt got to her." Like many, Sparrow looked up to Belladonna, "Aren't you excited though? This could be a huge opportunity for you, Nightshade."
You look at him first, then the flowers in the vase, a thoughtful expression on your face. Then you shake your head, "I am only an understudy… I am sure Ronald will find a more fitting lead lady." Saying in a low voice.
The rehearsal was divided into two parts for the moment. No costumes, just straight going through the play. There is plenty of time before opening night, and given this is going to be the Golden Theatre's most ambitious performance since Belladonna's death, everything has to be perfect!
"From the top!" Shouts the producer, "Lower the lights, this is a romance scene, not an interrogation." Grumbling heard from up the stage.
Everyone but the two main characters— Played by Ronald and yourself— Move off the stage as the stage lights land on you. Ronald is holding his position of sitting on the edge of the stage prop bed. You walk towards him slowly, your hand reaching out to him as you start your song.
"Last tango of the night," You sing to him as your character is to seduce his character in this part of the play. "Last song of love." His character stands up and rushes to you, holding you fiercely, "Sad melodies take flight, crying to the heavens above." Your hands softly caress his back as you let him hold you. "Don't be afraid, my dear," You look up at him as he pulls enough away to gaze down at you. "You're safe with me."
The song continues as you lean him into a dance; the song ends with the stage lights going off as he pushes you onto the bed.
When the second act rehearsal ends, everyone applauds each other. They socialise before saying their goodbyes. You slipped away early to start packing up your clothes and makeup. There is a lot, so you want to be sure everything is put away before Ronald comes to pick you up. You touch your cheeks as they become warm, it is rather silly to be blushing, but you do!
After all, neither of you are married! Mother would be falling off her chair if she knew you were not only going over a gentleman's home, but practically living with him unmarried! You shake your head as your mother is of the old-fashioned sort and would occasionally try to arrange a suitor for you every month!
Two knocks on your open door steal your attention to the creme white dressed lover, "Ready?" Leaning against the door.
"Almost!" Excited to see him. You quickly roll up a shirt and toss it into your suitcase, "Now, I'm ready." Grabbing the handle after you closed the suitcase. Ronald, however, stops you from picking it up from the couch, a kiss on your cheek as he carries it out effortlessly. Of course, you swoon over the man for his act of service no matter how expected or unexpected it is of him.
"I was thinking," Speaking as he walks with you down the hall of the dressing rooms. "Why don't we stay in?"
"Stay in? And do what?"
The smirk he gives you goes over your head.
The sunlight touches your face as you turn your head towards the window, a soft groan from your throat as you move your arm to block it. A shift between the sheets, you feel one of Ronald's pets nuzzle your other hand before licking your fingers. A usual sign they want attention, something you have come to learn as you often visit him and stay over.
Saturday morning— Late morning.
Finally a weekend that is not busy with planning for the play or full of interviews, or your mother nagging you over lunch. A simple, peaceful morning; especially after a passionate night Ronald had given you after dinner. Silly man was jealous about Sparrow's flowers.
You blink a few times, rub your eye, then stretch a bit under the shared blanket; reaching over to pet Mario, who is sleeping on Ronald's chest. Then you pet the miniature pig named Peachy, and another dog named Angelo, who lay between your lover and yourself. Angelo is the one who is awake and all too happy to see that he has woken you up. You sit up, arching your body forward as you are sore from falling asleep at an odd angle thanks to the pets that sleep on the bed. You look around the room, the sun slipping through the white sheer curtains, the soft snoring, and the scattered clothes on the floor.
Moving off the bed slowly and as quietly as possible, you pick up a dress shirt your lover wore last night, slipping it on. The dog follows you out of the room downstairs.
The mansion seemed like too much for one person to live in, even with a few little pets roaming about and the housekeepers going about doing chores and such. You wonder if he feels lonely? Like a prince left alone in a castle, then again, maybe it is not lonely for him. Ronald had said he trusts you, feels comfortable around you, and at times you are much more so his confidant than lover.
Down the winding stairs, you hear nothing by the time you get to the living room. Not a single housekeeper in sight, you go to the kitchen with the dog loyally keeping up with you.
"Want a treat?" It spins around, "But you have to stay and help me make breakfast, 'kay." Giving a good few strokes before washing your hands and going about preparing a simple breakfast— A bit more than simple, as your good mood has you making pancakes, scrambled eggs, a plate full of bacon (a piece tossed to your well-behaved assistant), and coffee. The food set on the dining table and you stand proud of your masterpiece.
"Good morning." Arms wrapping around your torso as you place down the small jar of syrup. Placing it beside the homemade cream you made for the pancakes. "You made all this?" Nuzzling your neck to distract you from him unbuttoning his shirt on you.
"Yes," Giggling as he is kissing your neck, "Thought you might be hungry." Moaning when he lowers the dress shirt on one side of your shoulder, gripping the edge of the table as his other hand slides from the top of your thigh to the inside of your thigh.
"You are right," Turning you around suddenly, "I am hungry." Taking your lips as you started to giggle, his hands going under your plush thighs and quickly lifting you up. Ex military, Ronald kept up his build both for looks and to do things like this. He moved you both to the other end of the dining table, laying you on it, your arms around him as he bites into your neck. "You were supposed to stay in bed," Kissing his way down, then pinning your hands beside your body, "Breakfast in bed," You gasp as Ronald gives attention to your breasts with his mouth.
"I, ah, didn't mind!" Moaning as he is ravaging you just like he did yesterday. "Please, don't tease." Rubbing your thighs together as you easily are becoming aroused. Ronald letting your hands go in favor of opening your legs and diving between your legs, "Ah!" Your hands gripping his hair as his tongue wastes no time licking your clit. His grip on your thighs is tight and likely is going to leave marks again. He groans as they squeeze around his head. Your hand lets go of his hair as he dragged your bottom half up, letting out a cry of name as his fingers easily slip inside, knowing well where to curl to have you seeing stars.
"Oh, God," Your orgasm had hit hard, "Love." Grateful he lowered your legs back to wrap around his waist, but knowing all too well this is not going to end with just a taste.
"Happy birthday, my starlight." As he drops his sleeping trousers, "Let's unwrap your first gift." You don't get a chance to reply as his cock is buried deep within your sensitive cunt, filling you in all the right ways, and ruining you for any other— Not that you want any but him.
"Ronald!" Hands scratching his back, "What is—" He kisses your lips as he takes your left hand and slips a golden engagement ring on your ring finger. You are at a loss for words between the sex and shock.
"Going to keep my starlight in my hands."
Your eyes swell up with tears as you tell him yes over and over between thrusts and kisses.
Hi hi hi can I request Norton being jealous, maybe during Nurse Reader's stay in the manor(because she's taking of Alice), Orpheus might interact with Nurse Reader and Norton who keeps his eyes on Orpheus when he's near Nurse Reader.
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At first, Norton is completely oblivious to his own feelings for you, with all that has happened during his past there are guaranteed to be a wave of mixed feelings, assuming that his gruff and cold demeanor would keep any potential attachment at bay. He does hold a soft spot for you yet at certain times he never really knows how to deal with them nor what to think.
You are a person who gave him some hope. A woman who showed him genuine kindness, something that was so foreign to him back then, he thought you were mocking him at some point but found himself slowly melting at your soft actions. Who knew the tender touch of a woman can make a man so vulnerable and weak.
He shouldn’t be attached to you. You’re higher than him. He should hate you….but he couldn’t , it sometimes pisses him off. You sometimes piss him off. Yet why does he hate it when other men interact with you?
Those men back at the mines always had something to say about you..or more like something to say about your body & he never liked that. It made him possessive and that scared him.
However, as he observes your interacting with Orpheus, he begins to notice a sense of discomfort and irritation bubbling within him, which he can't quite understand or ignore. That man seems to be lingering around you more often, either greeting you whenever you both cross paths or simply inviting you for a stroll.
Whenever Orpheus is around, Norton finds himself unconsciously keeping a keen eye on him, almost as if he's trying to gauge the nature of his interactions with you. Why was that bastard near you?
Norton's typically stoic expression shifts into a subtle scowl whenever he sees you and Orpheus conversing, and he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him, a feeling that he's entirely unfamiliar with.
As the days pass, Norton becomes increasingly snappish and irritable, often finding excuses to interrupt any conversations or interactions between you and Orpheus.
coming to terms with his unexpected feelings for you, his jealousy becomes more evident in his actions and demeanor.
He finds himself becoming increasingly possessive, often hovering nearby whenever you and Orpheus are in the same vicinity, his eyes subtly narrowing as he watches your interactions with a mix of apprehension and frustration.
Norton's usual gruffness is amplified, and he becomes prone to making biting remarks or exhibiting a short temper whenever Orpheus is around, unable to fully contain the jealousy that simmers beneath his exterior.
When Orpheus unexpectedly kisses your hand in greeting, Norton's reaction is immediate and visceral. His jaw clenches, and a flicker of anger flashes across his usually stoic features as he struggles to maintain his composure.
It doesn’t get better when you smile sweetly or giggle at Orpheus’s gentlemanly actions.
Despite his best efforts to conceal his reaction, a palpable tension radiates from Norton as he observes the interaction, his fists clenching at his sides and his gaze hardening with a mixture of protectiveness and insecurity. After the encounter, Norton's demeanor remains noticeably strained, and he withdraws into himself, grappling with the conflicting emotions that the incident has stirred within him.
He finds himself unable to shake off the lingering unease that stirred within him. He becomes more preoccupied with thoughts of you, especially when you're alone in your room.
Norton finds himself instinctively drawn to your door, his usual determination and stoicism giving way to a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty. He hesitates outside your room, grappling with his internal turmoil as he debates whether to approach you.
Ultimately, Norton's concern for your well-being and his growing feelings for you override his usual reticence. He tentatively knocks on your door, his typically gruff voice softened as he inquires about you. Finding himself surprisingly eager for your company.
Upon entering your room, Norton's demeanor softens, and he finds himself opening up in a way that he rarely does with others, revealing a more vulnerable and genuine side of himself. It made you melt at his trust in you. He is after all a broken man who lost too much & only needed a tender touch to heal him.
The atmosphere would be quiet and calm, with Norton pulling you on his lap once he sat on your bed. He would hold you still by your waist and hold you closer to him, dragging his nose across your neck. Which looked very tempting and soft…..but he held back , taking in your sent.
And as usual you would let him do as he pleased, gently running your hand through his hair and slightly massaging his ears and the back of his neck. He always loved when you do that whenever he was stressed or anxious. It calms him down.
He never shows it though…
But now is a little too early. He can hold back for now. He has too, no matter how tempting you looked, if he steps up…he fears he may not be able to hold back…
Norton with a small s/o? Sfw and nsfw (gender neutral please!)
I remember reading your Eli ones and I really loved them!! :)
Mod Orpheus did a great job writing that didn't he? Since he's taking a small break, I'll be helping out a bit, do enjoy reading them :D - Mod Aesop
Request: Norton headcanons w/ small s/o
Pairings: [Norton Campbell] Prospector x small gn!reader
Warnings: general nsfw, belly bulges
Norton Campbell
sfw
Norton isn't a man of much words, he prefers staying quiet and only speaking when necessary.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy teasing the heck out of height and size differences between you and him.
Albeit his strong intimidating appearance and build, Norton can be a soft and gentle lover.
And despite all the teasing he does, he actually loves how small you are - you make quite the adorable little spoon in bed after all.
Although he can be rough and rowdy at times, he much prefers to be gentle with you.
He especially loves smothering you with gentle kisses, he'd kiss every beauty spots, every imperfections you've ever complained about
Even if he doesn't agree and sees nothing imperfect about you or your looks.
Norton loves complimenting you or just saying anything that he knows will you make you feel all flustered, "How cute, querida / querido (dear)", "You are preciosa / precioso (gorgeous) my love."
Or just a "I love you" whilst slowly caressing your cheek or moving a few naughty strands of hair out of your face, tugging them behind your ears.
Norton will always be by your side, just like how you're by his.
He won't hesitate to bark and bite at anyone who threatens or hurts you, even if they are his friends
He'd do anything for you.
Norton is just your typical protective lover but not overprotective, he will step aside if you ask him to.
nsfw
did i hearrrr -drumroll please- SIZE KINKKKKK
your size difference may be nice to tease, and that also applies sexually
norton loves how your size can be easily manipiulated by him in bed
it makes him feel powerful over you
especially when you look up at him with those doe eyes
he gets so riled up when he sees you pout
norton is big on fucking you when he can see your whole body
your stomach area especially
because that means he gets to see the belly bulge he gives you
and man
man
he fucking LOVES seeing that
he wants to press into you and fill you all up
norton is also very much into fucking you during a match, especially if it’s a casual one
he’ll tug you along and pull you up against him against a secluded corner
saying how you’re so small, you take him so well, nobody is going to see you unless you make a noise...
