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even at my worst ? even then ༊*·˚
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synopsis: timothée taking care of you while you’re ill (hcs)
when you first call to tell him that you’re ill, his first reaction is hysteria. every attempt of you to calm him down goes in vain and he completely ignores your warnings to not come over.
« i’m gonna be just fine, tim. it’s just a cold, really- » « i’m on my way. »
he quickly rushes to your flat, wanting to make sure that you’re okay himself.
« hey, how you feeling ? »
he sits on the bed beside you and places a hand on your forehead, before leaning down to press his lips on your temple to gauge your temperature.
« i thought you said it was just a cold. you’re burning up ! » « i’m fine stop fussing over me. » « you’re not ‘fine.’ »
you push him away and even though you are very thankful, you plead with him to go home. but he is not going anywhere. timothée just wants to be by your side, no matter what you tell him and how hard you try to urge him to go home, he is not leaving until you get better.
« i’m here to take care of you and i’m not leaving until you’re well again. »
he never imagined himself caring so much for someone to the point of feeling such deep pain and wishing to switch places and take the illness from you.
he turns the house up and down trying to find the thermometer and when he finally does, he tries to take your temperature multiple times. your faces fall and you both look at it sceptical until tim decides to go to the pharmacy and get a new one.
« don’t you dare get out of bed ! »
despite his limited cooking skills, timothée tries to cook for you - makes you soup and brings it to your bed. he waits for you to finish or at least eat a decent amount. you can’t help but chuckle every time you glance up and catch him staring at you while biting his nails.
« i know it’s shit but you have to eat it. sorry. » « it’s not shit. it’s good. » « oh. wow. okay then. i’m glad it’s good. »
timothée still falls beside you and holds you regardless of your state. he’s willing to bet his own health because he knows, he won’t be able to forgive himself if he makes you feel unwanted or that you are a burden to him.
« you’re going to end up just like me. » « you’re worth catching a cold over. »
he wraps his arms around you, bringing you close, and snuggles with you. you lean into his touch, head resting on the crook of his neck as he brushes your hair back, out of your face and presses sweet kisses on top of your head.
« i feel horrible. » « i know babe, i know. »
you watch your favourite movies and shows all day, always with your commentary on top. he gives in to all your wishes and even if he doesn’t like them, he tolerates them just to see you smile again.
when you overcome the dizziness you rest together and he softly reads your favourite book. timothée cracks a smile while reading and he just can’t stop himself once he notices your eyes following along the lines or when you mumble them out loud at the same time.
his eyes are on you while you sleep and he doesn’t leave your side for a second.
« sleep, i’ll be right here. »
he hums gently while playing with your hair, unsure whether or not you are listening until slumber takes over him as well.
when your temperature is high, you deliriously confess your love to him. he tries to soothe you by whispering words of affection and holding your hand tight. timothée intertwines your fingers together as he tells you how much he loves you and that he can’t wait for you to get better.
« i hope you get well as soon as possible, it hurts to see you suffering like this. »
you get embarrassed every time you feel sick in front of him but he reassures you it’s alright and he doesn’t mind it as long as you feel better.
« i’m disgusting... » « no, not to me. »
when it comes to you he can turn into a true hypochondriac. if the fever doesn’t retreat soon, he immediately searches the symptoms online and prepares to call a doctor or take you to the nearest hospital in case it escalates.
the whole situation makes you laugh, even if your head is on fire. he smiles miserably at you and the sound of your laughter brings him comfort.
« do i amuse you ? » « yes. »
timothée respects your silence and doesn’t force you into engaging in conversation.
he calls your mum to inform her of your progress and he’s the one who mostly speaks with her when you don’t feel like talking to anyone other than him.
you’re the only thing that preoccupies his mind while he’s away. he tries to go on with his day but it seems impossible, knowing that you’re alone and sick.
tim checks his phone constantly for any new messages and phones you often to see how you’re doing, remind you to use the thermometer or ask if you need or crave anything.
on his way home, he sometimes brings you your favourite flowers or very specific things he knows that even though you didn’t ask for, you are probably going to change your mind later.
timotée fills you up with his day and tells you all about his silly little encounters as he gently places a hand on your forehead before using the thermometer and helps you change into clean clothes.
it warms his heart watching you getting better and better day by day, becoming more talkative and eager to participate in lengthy conversations, laughing louder and smiling as you both sit on your bed with legs crossed, play cards and eat all the junk he got.
it’s still early in this world, do you hear me ? ༊*·˚
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synopsis: in which timothée wants you to stay
*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent
Orion’s gold sword scattered and spilt aloft dust from your dreams as your senses became conscious of the present.
The slow, steady beats of his heart echoed through your ears, spreading an incomparable sense of warmth and safety to your unsettled mind. You buried your head deep in the crook of his neck, refusing to face the blinding morning sun rays, and sank into the person who consumed your dreams and reality.
White auroral lights swam between tangled bodies, caressing any uncovered parts. You had to flutter at the feeling of your eyes drinking the day. Your cheek nuzzled closer, asking for refuge until your lips slowly found his soft skin.
Timothée was still lost between dreams, his eyes sealed, too tightly to let the light in, and his lips parted, breathing in the day. Sprawled out on his back, he had one arm around you, fingers resting on your shoulder, holding you throughout his sleep, afraid you’d dissolve into the night.
As you watched him sleeping, with his head tilted to your side and his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing, you wanted nothing more than to lick the sleep off his eyes. But he looked so serene, so peaceful and unbothered, you couldn’t help but keep staring at him like he was the most beautiful landscape.
The colours of the sun reflected on his face - and you wondered whether or not he could feel the light piercing his skin. A smile curled up on your mouth and you brushed a kiss on his neck before detaching from his body. Balanced on your elbow, with head resting on your shoulder, you observed him as time went by, drinking in every little detail.
You brought your fingers to his forehead, fiddling with a stubborn curl that concealed his eyes. Slowly, your gaze slid lower and you let your finger run gently to the small bump of his nose, tracing all the way down to his Cupid’s bow, and then lined the soft curves of his mouth.
Timothée grinned and his lips tried to catch your finger.
« You’re always doing that, » he rumbled from the deepest parts of his throat, bringing you a small smile.
« Because I know that’s what wakes you up, » you whispered and he peeked his eyes open.
« And you wanted to wake me up ? Cruel. » A wolfish grin appeared on your face as Timothée tilted his head and pressed a kiss on your mouth, the first of the day. « Good morning… », he murmured, voice still groggy and sleep-filled.
« Mornin’… » He turned around on his stomach and hugged you, burring his face close. « Slept well ? »
« Mmm... Better. »
« Better ? »
« Yeah... Because you’re here. » You laughed, truly happy chortle as he covered his smile on your pillow.
Hypnotized by the warmth, you stayed there for a while, feeling the sun gliding and soaking in your skin. Timothée simply gazed at you in silence.
With his breath against your skin, you fell into the heavy air your bodies erected. You held his shoulder tight and rubbed the smooth, glistering skin, fingers tracing the curves of his muscles and the slope of his nape.
« Timmy, » you said softly and tried to catch his cheek with your lips. As if knowing what you were about to say, he snuggled closer, bringing one leg between yours to keep you there. « Tim, I should get going. »
« I think you should stay, » he mumbled, his mouth falling on your neck, leaving wet traces on everything it touched. He idly cupped your cheek and turned your head in his direction to kiss you.
« I can’t. »
« You could… »
« I can’t. »
Timothée looked at you for a moment and then hovered over you, trapping you between his arms. He stared at you under a pair of furrowed brows.
« No ? » You shook your head as Tim pressed his lips on yours. « Come on, stay… »
Your hands sank into his hair and he leaned into your touch, letting his eyes seal in delight when you pulled back curls that were still tangled with the night. You smiled, pressing soft kisses on the edge of his mouth and Timothée bent his head for you, allowing your lips to explore his chin, his jaw, his neck.
« I really can’t... », you whispered. He lowered his head to catch your lips.
« Come on, it’s nice... And snug... And you look pretty in the morning... », he mumbled as mouths merged and blended into one. « Just stay. »
Your fingers held him back for a moment. Maybe it was the way the sun lit his face at that partucular moment causing his eyes to squint, or his skin that felt so warm against yours and softer than usual, but suddenly he was very convincing.
A smile stretched on your face at his attempts to catch your lips and he chuckled, his breath coming out heavy, once you let him reach your mouth.
Still having you in a mock wrestling position, Timothée leaned down and bit the side of your lips, slowly following the tilt of your neck and your collarbones. His mouth dropped lower and lower on your sternum giving it soft-mouth bites.
« I want you so bad. »
He breathed in your aroma, tongue swirling over your chest, overwhelmed by your scent. Your neck stretched back by his kisses and you closed your eyes as Tim brought his lips to yours again, this time deeper with fevered, blazing desire.
« You want me ? », your tongue lolled out on a salacious kiss. « At 7h ? »
« Yes... Want me to prove it ? », Timothée murmured softly, a small grin hanging from his mouth as you stared at him.
His fingers moved to the crook of your neck and tipped your head on the mattress. He kneeled lower on your body, hot breath panting against your skin. His hands slid to your sides, as if trying to memorize every inch of you.
A ghostly smile appeared on his lips as he bit your navel and placed wet kisses over your stomach, letting them one by one vanish in the air. He held your hips tightly, squeezing every part of you helplessly while his fingers slowly wandered between your thighs making your whole body tense and your breath hitch in anticipation.
« Stay ? » You pulled his hair back, chest rising and falling heavily.
« Okay. »
« ‘Okay,’ you’ll stay ? », he bit his lips and lightly raised his brows. You nodded.
Timothée grinned at you all flushed, diabolically angelic looking, as he settled between your legs, shoulders rubbing your knees.
He kissed the notch of your thighs, lips going higher on the apex and you smiled, stretching your head to the side. Tim let out a sly chuckle, breathlessly bringing his fingers to his mouth. His head lowered to your skin and fingers slid inside you, slowly finding their way. You hushed out a moan, letting your hand fall from his hair to his shoulder, gripping the skin.
His lips trailed lower, following the traces of his fingers. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, feeling his breath so close, his tongue licking and sucking eagerly on everything it touched.
Timothée smiled at the soul-capturing sound of your quiet moans, hearing his name come out as a plea, a prayer, a curse. His hand shaped the path of your lower stomach, fingers dripping silver honey, before his tongue slid inside you, teeth biting softly layers and layers, and brushing soft kisses.
Between the obscene sounds of his tongue, you shut your eyes, too dulled to lift them, giving in to the feeling. Your back arched to the bed and he had to grip your waist to keep you down. You held his shoulder and gasped desperately.
The room suddenly turned too heavy and his groans surged electric bolts through you.
For a moment he stopped and you sucked in a sharp breath. He panted against you, his kisses coming out gentle and slow as he rested his mouth on your stomach.
« Why you stopped ? », you asked breathless. He giggled boyishly, hovering on top of you.
Tim touched the edge of your mouth with his fingers, sketching it, drawing it, and your lips parted with bated breath. He licked his fingers and kissed you. You licked his fingers and kissed him again, barely holding your tongues in your teeth, playing in corners where air comes and goes.
« And you wanted to leave… », his lovely silken murmur echoed through your ears as he rubbed his mouth to yours smearing kisses that made you smile.
« Don’t stop, » you inhaled him, tangling his fingers with yours and dragging them lower to your body.
He chuckled again, bringing his tongue to your lips and you tried to catch it, before he kissed you, softly and tenderly, no pressing further just soaking into each other.
You glided his fingers down as he lingered on your neck and your jaw. One leg wrapped around him, bringing him impossibly close.
Timothée touched the inside of your thigh and you let out a sigh of pleasure, as sun-kissed mouths chased one another. His fingers clenched deep in you, eyes measuring with utter acclaim and pride the way your head bent back and your mouth fell loose. He continued his ministrations with his fingers eliciting soft whimpers from you until he couldn’t breathe.
Timothée pulled out his hand, soaking and glistering, and slid it down to himself desperately. You pressed your mouth on his and he let a small whine as your fingers slithered replacing his hand with yours.
He groaned against your mouth with lips tasting like ripe fruit as you slid lower your fingers. You watched his blissful expression full of longing and pleading, the way his Addam’s apple moved while his hot breath fanned your face with struggle. He tilted his head back and your lips touched his neck, giving it small mouth bites.
A loud gasp abandoned your mouth and Timothée groaned hard when you brought him close, until you sank into each other’s warmth, until all the parts of your bodies were touching. He buried himself deep in you, tender skin brushing against the other.
With jaw clenched and teeth grinding, Tim brought his face to yours. He held your cheek lovingly as you smothered each other under the heavy mist of stimuli.
You merged into one, blending as you breathed, your mouths brushing in gentle struggle. Timothée lunged into you, every move full of reverence, every thrust sinking deeper and deeper with an irresistible momentum.
Your head tipped back on the mattress, face disfigured by the throws of passion as you slid your arms to his back, cradling his shoulder.
Bodies scraped the white sheets as you shifted and pushed at each other, knowledgable in the pleasure of the other, working together in perfect harmony.
Strained moans elicited in the air through lively movements and dark fragrance. Tim held onto you dearly, swallowed by the ambition to drive you off the edge. His fingers clammed your face tighter, lips desperately trying to catch your skin.
Your head fell back and chest expanded, demolished, drunk on pleasure. You revelled in his touch, in the feeling of his naked skin against yours, absorbing him whole as he sank into you.
Until tremors shook your body, until you trembled against him like a moon on water, and he as well reached the peak of his pleasure, the sweet feeling of suffocation wrapping its arm around his throat, and in unison, you climbed and lunged into the climax.
He collapsed on top of you, both still fogged-up, sweaty and in total disarray, sucking in together your breaths with an old perfume and a silence.
Timothée pressed his mouth to the side of your head before rolling off your chest to his back.
Panting heavily, you stared at the sun painting the ceiling, creating shadows that trembled above your heads.
Timothée twisted his neck and looked at you with a grin plastered on his face. You smiled feeling his eyes on you and smoothened your hair back before turning to him.
« Stay now ? » You chuckled breathlessly and streched your head to press a kiss on his swollen lips.
« Can’t. »
i prefer it by moonlight ༊*·˚
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synopsis: an evening at the beach with timothée but it’s just the two of you
*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent
Somewhere in the hills behind you, the sun was melting in the west. It was late in the evening and everything was slowly turning soft, blue and melancholic.
Waves came. Waves left.
They faded in the shore; every breath from the sea so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. You watched them cover colourful pebbles, glimmering under the mute presence of the moon, leaving trails of sea foam behind to dissolve into the air.
The voice of the sea was seductive, never ceasing, whispering.
A smile stretched on your lips. There was something so magical about that hour. A crescent moon was rising between sweet clouds, its light becoming more and more luminous as the atmosphere darkened, obeying a victorious night.
Your chin fell to the side and you stared at Timothée. He was laying on his towel, your towel, stomach touching the ground and back open to the sky. His cheek hid behind his shoulder, eyes fixed on grains of sand that slipped between his fingers, and each with unique silverness sank into the golden surface. A seashell sat on his arm, one of those that used to have a match, now alone in the comfort of his skin.
Without a word, you captured it between your fingers and then fell on your back. The corners of his mouth curved up as he turned his gaze to you, covering a sweet smile behind his arm.
Iridescent colours danced inside the shell, while bizarre combinations of whites, browns and oranges hugged the outside skin. It was a strange one.
Tim observed you leaving the seashell back on your towel and then leaning your head to meet him. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you extended your hand and touched his hair, brushing through damp curls soaked in salt.
« I’m going in, » you said, trying to catch his eyes behind a dark pair of sunglasses.
Timothée tilted his head on his shoulder, watching your figure shrink as you stood up and walked to the water. Reflexively, he tossed his glasses on the towel and followed your footprints, feet stepping on the mould you created before him. Glistering pebbles pierced his skin and sea foam washed him.
« Do you think the sun set ? », you turned back orphically. Your hands stayed on your hips at the feeling of the cool water climbing up your skin.
« I don’t know… », he murmured, walking carefully, trying to neutralise with rocks and water until he found sand.
« What do you think ? »
His hand stretched in your direction and you caught it, fingers wanting nothing more than to hold him close.
« Yes… »
« Yes ? »
« No ? » A smile played on your mouth and Timothée chuckled at the feeling of cold chills, spreading throughout his body. « Why ? » You shrugged.
Waves crashed your legs. The flesh of the sea was holding a mirror and you watched your knees dissolving into the sky. Sand and salt stirred in the air. The soppy waft was splashing kisses on you as the breeze with the distant smell of rosemary ran its fingers through your hair, luring it along.
Without warning, Timothée pulled you by the hand close to him and kissed you on the lips. You smiled and wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing him into a hug. Your eyes peered at the beach as you balanced your chin on top of his shoulder.
« Everyone’s gone, » you murmured with a frown, lips softly caressing his neck, and Tim turned around.
Everyone had left. It was just you, him and the tender twilight. You always imagined that everyone shared your love for dreamlike hues and the promise of starlight. It came to you as a surprise to watch the beach empty.
« It’s just us then. » You smiled, glancing back at him. Your fingers lingered on the back of his hair before bodies disconnected.
A rose glow faded on the horizon and melodious laughter echoed at sunset’s dying glory, slowly vanishing into the air as you let the water hug you.
Under the surface, everything looked blurry. Specs danced in the water and hair floated everywhere. The sky’s reflection sank in with you while the sea consumed the both of you.
Timothée’s hand wrapped around your ankle, trying to hold you back so he could keep up with your pace. A grin curled up on your face and bubbles floated on the surface while you traveled further and further into the sea.
Gasping for air you emerged. You pulled your hair behind as eyes scanned the blue for Tim. Aimlessly you swam deeper to the white buoys, waiting. But as the seconds passed, you became more aware of the vastness that opened around you, and the idea of how easily it was to be swallowed in it made panic creep into your heart.
As if reading your mind, Tim appeared at once a few meters away.
« Asshole, » you muttered paddling deeper to where he was.
« Look what I found, » he said breathlessly, a huge smile plastered on his lips. With a shake of his head, he unglued the hair off his face and then caught your hand. « Open your hand. »
« You almost drowned, » you mumbled, looking at the shell he placed on your palm. It was one of the thin curly ones but it was much bigger than what you’d usually find.
« For you. » You grinned, stretching your neck to place a sweet kiss on the side of his mouth.
« Thank you. »
He kissed you back with more force, causing the both of you to dive underwater. Timothée helplessly cupped your face, eyes unable to focus and lips brushing vague shapes against any skin they could catch, slipping from mouth to nose, cheek, neck, anywhere.
Amid the sea, you dived through moonlit passages and secret sea tunnels. You swam, neptunian children under the faint moon, your laughter flowing between tamarisks and sea daffodils until the night shadows stretched impossibly long and the sky took in the colour of a ripe bruise.
« What are we going to do when we get back home ? », you asked. Your feet touched the soft sand as the waves pushed you closer to the shallows. Timothée bit his lips, his hands sheepishly entangling with yours.
« What are we going to do when we get back home ? », he repeated your question a bit distracted by your arms that slithered around his neck.
« What do you want ? »
« Anything you want. »
« What do I want ? », you pressed your mouth into a smile. « I have some things in mind... » A boyish grin grew on his face.
« Tell me. » You stared at him and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him as droplets streamed from his hair down to his lips, staining them maroon and swollen.
One hand stopped toying with his hair and slowly trailed to his chest, down his stomach. A sharp inhale left his lips, followed by a small laugh, when you moved dangerously low and rested your hand on his crotch. He blissfully dropped his head to your face, mouth agape against the skin of your cheek. You pulled back and he tried to catch your arm but you let it fall on his hip.
« What do you want ? To tease me to death ? », he breathed out a smile and held your legs. Your arms slithered around him tightly as he drifted you to the shore.
You laid on the sand, hair spread around and hands resting above your head. Splashes of moonlight danced on everything it touched giving a subtle reflection on your glistering body. One foot was bent toying like a pendulum left to right, while the other feet dissolved into the sea.
You tilted your head to the side mischievously, eyes shining in grotesque triumph. Timothée looked down at you, a lurking glint in his gaze. He kneeled.
You touched him, first with only the fingertips, but then, more daring, with the whole palm. Your hand slowly stayed on his nape, supporting his forehead against yours.
« Kiss me, » you said, nose playfully brushing his, making his mouth curl up. You licked away his grin as lips soft soaked to yours.
Tim hovered on top of you, his body leaving wet stains on yours.
He kissed your neck, hand eager, trailing down to your chest. Your breath turned unstable, a strike of pleasure warming you up from the inside out, as his mouth tried to push your top aside and his teeth appeared, grazing over your skin. You pushed the hair from his eyes and gasped at the sensation.
Timothée glanced at you and let out a hushed moan to sink into your skin. His fingers pressed against your stomach, slowly tilting to the side on your hip to untangle the stubborn knot of your swimsuit. The strings fell to the sand and his hand followed the curve of your thigh, gripping tightly the flesh. He rubbed your apex, making your leg slither around him and stitch him on you.
Bated breaths warmed your face, lips desperately trying to touch skin. Without saying anything, your hand swam between your bodies. Tim groaned in your mouth when your fingers laced around his crotch, the kisses becoming lingering and longer.
You brought him close to you and bodies sank deep into each other. Blissed out, he lunged forward. You melted, stirring two parts of a whole finally into one.
Soft summer night danced in the air mixing memory with desire. The wind’s roar and its chills aligned to bring your bodies impossibly close. The moon was fully out, sky darkening, sea swelling.
You breathed each other in, letting the other inhale the air, the strained sounds the one was eliciting from the other. You moaned, his name and nothing else on your lips, as you reached for his shoulder, squeezing his skin hard.
Clasped into one, you writhed together, gripping and tugging and scratching. A thrust and then another. Until a wave of shuddering moved over his skin and you erratic, moved by a brutish need, engulfed by the flames of passion, you twisted your body and pushed at his shoulders and in one swift second your bodies switched places.
Your head fell back and chest expanded, the sweet feeling of suffocation taking over your body. A spasm of pleasure shook Timothée and he groaned.
A hush fell over the world.
Panting heavily you glanced around you. The night rolled itself away into great, soft horizon; the sky gleamed blue and silvery. Then your gaze fell on him and you smiled.
He lifted his head to catch your mouth but you tipped his neck back and leaned close to him, lips swollen and salty brushed against each other as cold waves drifted up your legs.