"Just a half full glass. I'm just a super lightweight."
Just this once everybody lives, mostly my man Sean Finnerty. Getting all the cuddles from his LT. Inspired by the wonderful stories by @professorrajansavarimuthu, @heckblade and @gunpowderraven. This is for you.
after jean and marion kiss, sean looking at nathaniel like "hey LT, you and me?" and i'm supposed to be oKAY?
really living for the insinuation that “rules” are the only thing keeping sean and nathaniel from fucking each other so dirty nasty dating
Sean’s still pacing when Nathaniel steps into the library at the chapter house.
That is the problem, these days. Sean doesn’t ever seem to stop; always moving, never still, measured but consistent, over and over and over. There had been times, once, where he’d managed to hold that insatiable energy in, and use it for better things, but those are times no longer.
It makes him feel ill.
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OH HEY IT'S THE NATHANIEL/SEAN BDSM FIC
there's no hiding a flame hand :)
all I want is a divergent to canon fic of sean and nathaniel late nights in the chapter house, sean "sneaking" up on LT again even though nathaniels waiting for him, a routine they get in to where sean just needs to "rest" while nathaniel gives him "orders". anyway is this anything.
clay·more
- a type of antipersonnel mine
- a large two-edged broadsword
I like Auntie Bee so much. Her costume is impossible for me. I need a full run down on those layers
listen, i know candela is about the harrars but unfortunately i suffer from dumb and horny disease and something about sean only feeling at rest when following LT's orders activated something in my brain and im like but what if this was used for sexy reasons. what then.
"Just a half full glass. I'm just a super lightweight."
when you're a journalist bringing brass knuckles to a double knife fight
What a bunch of bums. They got no batters, they got no pitching. You did good, Finnerty. Very good. Five for five, batting a thousand.