#s-unfleur

[am4zon]

@s-unfleur said: “i’m begging you…” / fish man

❛ Arthur... ❜ To say his name, for her lips to take its familiar shape, is to smile. The smile might be sad, and it does wither at the edges, but there is also sincere affection there. He begs, this king on his knees rather than on his rightful throne. Whether it is a kindness or a cruelty, she takes his hand and kisses the knuckles that are too used to fighting. She knows him more as a lover than a warrior, which she is grateful for. It is an honor to know him, even more, as a friend. And one who loves her so fiercely at that... she drops his hand. She looks at him with apology written in her eyes.

She'd do anything to delay the confession but knows it must be said. ❛ I'm in love with someone. ❜ And, on a strange instinct, she fiddles with her ring finger, which for now is just skin, but what she wants to be something more one day. If he feels like this is a betrayal, for her heart to beat or another after telling him it was dead, she will not blame him. She will not blame him at all.

[am4zon]

@s-unfleur said: What am I to you? / fish man

She is smoothing the leather skirt down back across her thighs, hands still cramped from how desperately she'd pulled on Arthur's hair. As always, it was not so long before responsibility called them both away. Saving the world, and the seas, is not a job to be taken lightly. However, they sneak in these doses of pleasure when the mood suits them both. What does not suit Diana, though, is the question he asks. It heats her skin, not in her preferred way, and gives her pause.

Her fingers run softly through her hair, not to dispel the massive tangles but as a sign of her even-more-massive uncertainty.

Lips swollen from kissing smile and say, ❛ One of my very, very best friends. ❜ Is it not enough to be exactly who they are? To be without promises? After all, you can't break what you don't make...

[careol]

@s-unfleur said: ❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜ / merle

               carol   can’t   stop   her   eyes   from   rolling.      he’s   extremely   annoying,   always   making   the   most   vulgar   comments   because   he   knows   it   will   get   a   reaction.      he’s   desperate   for   attention,   and   if   she   was   a   tad   smarter   she   would   ignore   him.      but   apparently   she   isn’t   smart   enough.      she   turns,   basket   of   laundry   tucked   under   her   arm.      if   only   he   would   make   himself   useful   instead   of   talking   out   of   his   ass   all   the   time.      ❝   you’d   look   better   with   a   hand.   ❞      she   quips,   and   makes   it   a   point   to   brush   past   him   on   her   way   out   of   the   cell   block.      the   clothes   weren’t   going   to   wash   themselves,   and   she   had   a   feeling   that   instead   of   going   off   to   do   something   meaningful,   he   would   probably   just   follow   her.      carol   brought   it   on   herself   though   by   engaging   with   him.      the   others   ignore   him,   but   for   some   reason   she   can’t.

[careol]

@s-unfleur said: ❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ / u didn’t ask but negan

               does   he   want   her   to   be   afraid?      that   is   a   battle   he   will   lose.      his   intimidation   tactics   don’t   work   on   her,   his   towering   form   does   little   to   scare   her.      she   has   faced   the   worst   of   men   and   lived,   this   man   is   no   different.      he   thinks   he’s   being   charming,   thinks   he   can   seduce   her.      wrong   again.      ❝   i   find   that   enemies   serve   me   best   when   they   are   six   feet   under.   ❞      gaze   never   falters,   staring   up   at   him   with   determined   eyes.      he   will   not   break   her,   and   she   would   sooner   give   her   life   than   allow   him   to   win   a   single   battle   in   this   war   they   are   in.

[careol]

@s-unfleur said: ❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜ / rick

               she   offers   a   small   smile,   though   she   wishes   this   reunification   was   under   better   circumstances.      carol   hates   that   they   have   to   do   this   again,   be   at   war   with   people.      she   just   wishes   there   could   be   peace,   she’s   so   tired   of   fighting   all   the   time.      fighting   walkers   is   different,   they   will   always   be   here   and   they   are   powerless   to   change   it.      but   people?      people   don’t   have   to   be   this   way,   they   don’t   have   to   be   so   power   hungry…      she   just   wants   a   break.      she   wants   her   family   safe,   she   wants   to   be   able   to   step   outside   without   worrying   that   someone   will   try   and   kill   them   all.

               ❝   old   times?      it’s   been   about   two   weeks.   ❞      a   defeated   chuckle   leaves   her   lips,   and   she   shoulders   the   rifle   so   she   can   give   the   man   a   hug.      she   feels   guilty   that   she   had   left   them   in   the   midst   of   chaos,   that   she   wasn’t   there   for   them   when   glenn   and   abraham   were   killed.      if   she   had   known   about   it…      she   would   have   been   back   a   whole   lot   sooner.      ❝   i’m   sorry…      i   heard   you   tried   to   bring   me   back   too,   with   morgan.      i   was   just   so   afraid   of   losing   what’s   left   of   me.      i   didn’t   want   to   become   a   machine,   a   shell   with   no   feelings.      but   if   i   had   known   what   was   going   to   happen   i   never   would   have   left.   ❞

[hunt-the-hare]

@s-unfleur asked: i need you to put pressure on that wound. / adler + frank send adler an ask

                "    Trust    me,    I've    been    through    this    before.    "    Teeth    grit    as    words    are    spoke.    Not    the    worst    injury    he's    had,    but    by    far    still    not    pleasant    at    all.    A    hand    presses    to    the    oozing    wound,    the    other    reaching    for    the    belt    that    is    buckled    at    his    waist.    It    only    takes    a    moment    or    two    before    it's    pulled    off,    and    wrapped    around    his    leg,    tightening    the    makeshift    tourniquet.    Hand    reaches    for    the    pack    of    cigarettes    that    rest    deep    within    the    pocket    of    his    coat.    He    pulls    it    out,    popping    one    between    lips.

                "    Just    make    sure    none    of    those    fuckers    live    to    see    tomorrow,    yeah    ??    "

[satorusms]

IT'S  IMPOSSIBLE  NOT  TO  SMILE  AROUND  YŪJI.  It's  not  the  kind  of  forced  smile  either  --  the  one  Satoru  dons  whenever  seriousness  creeps  in  and  he's  expected  to  be  his  usual  careless  self  --  @s-unfleur  has  Gojō  smiling  genuinely  but  that's  not  all  he  does.

Infinity's  off  --  a  rarity  around  everyone  else  except  the  fifteen  year  old  by  Gojō's  side  whose  hand  is  now  grasped  by  the  other's.

i'm gonna adjust the way i'm holding your hand.

Is  Itadori  saying  it  so  his  sensei  doesn't  turn  the  barrier  back  on?  Awww,  cute!

Satoru  acknowledges  Yūji's  statement  with  a  melodic  hum. “Alright~”  With  a  nod  he  loosens  his  grip  on  his  student's  palm  and  doesn't  retract  away.  He'll  let  Yūji  hold  his  hand  ⅋  will  hold  him  back  in  return  for  as  much  as  the  kid  desires  --  they're  practically  family  now!  Hard  to  say  if  it's  more  father  and  son  relationship  or  maybe  older  and  younger  brother  but  there's  also  no  need  to  linger  and  ponder  upon  it.  As  long  as  Itadori's  safe  and  comfortable  it's  all  that  matters  to  Satoru.

[psielapki-a]

♡ lee

 ❝   we   both   know   it's   not   going   to   work.   so,   stop.   ❞   it   hurts   them   both,   i   suppose.   /   bingo   &   @s-unfleur