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hi hello! I love the game, i've already played....so many times! I feel in love with Shea cause i'm a big sucker for the stoic but kind type and i've read all the snippets you've ever posted ahhahaha I have a slightly dumb question though, how is "Shea" pronounced? everytime i read it the pronunciation changes in my head so i just wanted to make sure hehehe
No worries, I get this question fairly often, haha! I personally pronounce it sort of like 'Shay', but honestly pronounce it however you wish. :-)
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It's 2am and I've had Pleur brainrot all day,
I have been shaking this little pink shroom in my head recapping The Horrors and the fact she Really needs a hug.
This is also incredible timing given its patch literally tomorrow and I'm 90% sure that's genuinely unrelated. It's just Shroom Hours
This song in particular set me off tbh, I blame this for the shroom emotions.
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Saw a jellyfish the size of my head at the beach this morning
Never swam faster in my life before
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You Left & I Didn't Wait. - LN
Summary: Lando planned his winter break as one long boys' trip. Y/n and Lando weren't official or serious. So she didn't feel she had any right to comment. But when Lando feels jealousy hit him like a punch to the gut, maybe he has some grovelling to do.
Warnings: Some slut-shaming from and to both Lando and y/n. Reckless drinking leading to alcohol poisoning (drink responsibility kids, but also don't drink until your countries legal age bc I don't condone law breaking)
Admittedly it really sort of stung when Lando was telling y/n about his plans for his winter break and he seemed to have planned to not see her at all. But she had to remind herself of the reality.
What her and Lando had was better duped as a "situationship" as much as she despises that entire concept.
God does dating in this age suck. Fuck everyone who moved dating online.
Y/n thankfully had her girls who all supported her through being strong and single through the holidays (aka the worst time to be single because family won't ever shut up about it) and then after New Year, y/n decided to get out on the prowl.
Sure she really let the most eligible young F1 driver slip from her grasp. But it's a new year.
"God you look so gorgeous." Y/f/n states then looking over y/n's shoulder. "And I'm not the only one who thinks so. Get on this counter. We're about to let a man do a body shot off of you."
Now if y/n hadn't consumed the equivalent of near a whole bottle of vodka and could actually see straight, then she might just have said no. But that wasn't the case, there's probably more vodka in her than blood and the room has been a blur in front of her since they flirted their way into the club since the bouncer was telling them to go home.
"Hey! Hey! Can you help my friend up? We're doing body shots." Y/f/n shouts to the guy that has been watching y/n from across the bar.
Y/n wouldn't be surprised if he actually was watching because he has a bet of which one of the women will either pass out or get themselves kicked out first. Body shots could well and true be the final pull of the trigger for either of those outcomes.
Y/n isn't really sure what sequence of events follow other than y/f/n taking a video of a man licking up from dangerous low on her tummy then slurping the tequila from her belly button. Whether it's the sensation of liquid being sucked from her very liquid heavy tummy or the sudden realisation she has no attraction to this man, but her stomach revolts in protest.
Another blur and she's having her hair held back as she kneels in front of the dingy club toilets. Even the high end expensive club toilets aren't fun to have your face close to. But that's where she is with not y/f/n holding her hair back but some random woman, presumably she'd been in the toilets and noticed y/n needed aid.
Y/n is sick till she notices red and forces herself to stop. No doubt just blood from the sheer amount of alcohol, acid and straining.
"Thank you." Y/n pants before she's yanked up, grateful to get up off the floor.
She loses herself wandering around the club till y/f/n appears out of nowhere. Y/n ends up being pulled along with a couple other men, neither of which licked y/n's belly button tonight so she's counting them as a win and actually with some alcohol gone from her system. She does find that one of them is particularly attractive.
Maybe the rebound sex would be great and she's sobered quite a bit.
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Thudding brings y/n from the realm of dead back to the living and initially y/n lies sprawled out on her floor like a star. Is it even her floor? She's not sure till she finally pries her eyes open and snaps them closed again before making a second attempt.
"Fuck me." Y/n groans rubbing her eyes harshly.
"I did. A few times. I think." A very vaguely familiar voice states making her push up onto her elbows and find there's a man lying on her floor.
At least she knows it's her place.
"You said you wouldn't have sex on fresh sheets so we slept on the floor." the guy states but her face reads easily and he smiles with a small chuckle. "I'm Tom and you're, y/n. Just in case you forgot your own name too."
"Amazing-what the fuck is that noise? What is thudding? Can you hear that?"
"Pretty sure it's a guy at your door. Your phone has been going off for a while now."
Y/n grunts getting up and throwing some clothes at the guy, making it obvious she's throwing him out and he's not invited to stay for breakfast.
"Get dressed." She instructs just to make herself clear.
Her body aches. She somewhat remembers falling down a flight of stairs. Probably the stupid fire escape, y/n always insists on being able to climb the stairs while drunk.
After a minute of stumbling through her apartment, walking into furniture, walls and almost smacking herself in the face when she lets the door swing open.
"Can I help y-Lando?" Y/n chokes out seeing the driver not hiding his emotions as he pushes into her apartment. "Hey, you can't just let yourself in. I have company."
"Yeah, I can tell." Lando scoffs gesturing to her wearing a lace bralet and shorts which she'd managed to find and pull on during her journey from her bedroom floor to the front door. "We need to talk."
"Now's not really a good-fucking hell." Y/n gasps when a hand hits her ass cheek through the thin white shorts. Before she can get another word out, a finger has hooked her chin and turned her face and she's caught in a sloppy kiss before he pulls back.
"Sorry, had to get one last taste." Gross. She's almost certain what ever she tastes of must at least have some sort of hint of vomit.
"Yeah, um bye Tom. Get home safe."
One last wink is shot her way and he seems to not acknowledge Lando at all which while is probably a wise decision, she can't help but think is pretty rude too.
The door closes and she looks to Lando who has a simmering rage behind his eyes.
"So...we're dating other people?" Lando questions and if y/n had the energy such a question would've landed him with the nearest object to her being thrown at his head.
"I'm not dating him. He was a one night stand." Y/n dismisses while moving away from Lando in search of water, painkillers and maybe some left over pizza that she somewhat recalls purchasing last night. So long as she didn't eat it all. "He was the collateral damage of a girls night out gone rogue."
"So you're going around hooking up with every guy and more that sets his sights on you." Lando scoffs as she pops two painkillers and tosses them back with a mouthful of water. But not even her hospital worthy hangover can continue to snuff out the flames of her anger at such a comment.
"You think I haven't heard the rumours of every fucking bitch you've spent the night with in your lads' trip? Not only multiple women, some two at a time. If it didn't currently make me sick to my stomach I'd applaud you for the pull." Y/n laughs dryly, no humour in her tone as she glares at him.
"I-Those rumours are bullshit." Lando declares earning an eye roll. "I kissed a girl and that's it and it was a mistake."
"Honestly, Lando. It doesn't matter what you did. We-" Y/n gesture between themselves. "-are just friends."
"What?" Lando snaps practically seething at the mere suggestion. "-What the fuck makes you think that?"
Would throwing a plate at his head gain an assault charge if she said he entered the property without permission?
They're both in a rage at each other, but y/n has a massive disadvantage but truly she is so unwell physically.
"You left! You left, Lando. And you didn't call, you didn't text. I was a side piece that you tossed away when you had better things to do with people you preferred the company of. Did you think I was going to wait for you to come back and welcome you with open arms after nearly two months of being ignored and forgotten about? Why don't I just have MUG tattooed on my forehead so you and every other person in the world knows exactly how I apparently want to be treated?"
Y/n can feel her stomach disagreeing with the addition of painkillers and water.
"Can you just leave? I'm-I'm not well and you're making it worse."
Y/n wretches before an alarming bright red liquid spills from her mouth as she uses the counter as support.
"Jesus, y/n." Lando gasps before watching her slide down against the cupboard, narrowly avoiding the puddle of red. "What the fuck did you drink? How much?"
"I don't know. The better part of a bottle before we got to the club...there was a lot of guys buying drinks-"
"Just wait there."
Honestly, her consciousness is dipping. She's exhausted, her body feels like a thousand tones are keeping her pinned to the floor and by the time Lando returns from wherever he'd gone. He gets to just short of stopping her head slide quickly down against the cupboard door and land on the ground with a sickening crack.
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Lando puffs out a breath as the nurse leaves him with a newly conscious y/n. She has been out for 3 hours after hitting her head. As if her brain needed anymore damage since the amount of alcohol in her system even after being sick had given her alcohol poisoning.
"Fucking hell. I'm never letting y/f/n convince me I need a rebound night again." Y/n grimaces while rubbing at the large bump on her head.
"The doctor said you'll be alright. They just want to keep you for a bit for observation." Lando sighs making her nod. "For the record, I'm sorry...everything you said, you were right to be upset and angry."
Lando hates that she's right, because he knows that none of this would've happened if he hadn't been so damn inconsiderate.
"I want to say you should've said something, but I know I didn't really give you much of a chance." Lando murmurs then standing up and moving to kiss her but she turns her head frowning as he cheeks instead landing on her cheek. "I'll be back in a bit."
Y/n knows a lot of people would kill to have Lando Norris grovelling and apologising for his actions. But in reality, a sorry doesn't change the amount of hurt she's felt over the past 2 months and right now her head is the last thing she's thinking about.
She doesn't really know what "I'll be back in a bit" translates to, but she decides to just wallow and fall into a sleep. Even with painkillers, the dull ache of any movement and the throbbing of her head can't go so easily ignored.
"Y/n...wake up."
"Jesus, don't you know how to leave bad enough alone?" Y/n nearly whines as she forces her eyes open then spotting what Lando did, and there's a couple nurses at the doorway. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."
A banner saying "I'm the stupidest man alive, but will you be my girlfriend?" with Lando standing with a nervous looking smile and more balloons than y/n has ever seen in her life fill the room.
"I fucked up. I'm sorry, please let me make it up to you."
Y/n looks at him in awe of his actual courage to leave, then come back and pull this off.
"Alright, you're a muppet but I wasn't broken up about losing you for nothing. Not going to slip on that again." Y/n states making him grin and move towards her finally getting a kiss which doesn't last nearly as long as he wanted it to. "You didn't happen to get to to agree to let me go home, did you?"
"You can go home, but you do have to be kept an eye on." The nurse confirms from the doorway.
"So, I'm on full-time boyfriend duty from the get go." Lando grins while she grimace since Lando is a great guy, but trusting him to play nurse is not something y/n is eager to throw herself into.
"Great." She hums looking at the nurses while smile, clearly just happy to have been a part in getting the two together.
After taking a while to clear up the balloons and banner, which y/n does insist on taking home. When they get to her apartment, she grimaces seeing the towel thrown over the that concerns congealed puddle that Lando presumbly made a weak attempt at somewhat cleaning up.
"I got it." Y/n states since it's her who drank herself to such a disastrous state.
"Y/n, you're concuss. Go lie down." Lando instructs making her look at him for a moment before she sighs as she watches him clean up in the most unorthodox way but she doesn't comment since he's trying and she'll give him credit for that. "Done, now...I'm going to run you a bath and we can get you properly cleaned up."
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Admittedly, Lando has been going above and beyond. Her body is completely healed, and Lando's hands on approach has yet to really ease up. But with the impending F1 season. He does have to actually get to work and leave her.
"You have to go. Go on." Y/n laughs before she hugs him tightly, not actually giving any sign that she's going to loosen her hold. But equally, Lando really isn't fighting her on it, holding her just as tightly.
"Wish I could just shove you in my pocket and bring you with me."
"Now that would be impressive. Ok, I'll let you go. I got my own shit to sort out. Text me that you get there safe."
"I will." Lando murmurs before leaning forward and kissing her several times. "Let me know what you're doing and if you're going out, just I'll pick you up if I'm heading back before you are."
Lando realised how much y/n meant to him when he had to drive her to the hospital for help, he realised that he loved her in the week following that where he spent every second of the day fussing over her. Y/n is honestly his dream girlfriend and while she's been recovering from head trauma and alcohol poisoning, she's made the effort to let Lando know this isn't going to be a one-sided relationship.
Now they just have to see how going into the season goes. But safe to say Lando intends to have her around a lot.
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yesterday i got into start reading manga again, and i'm reading 'may i ask for one final thing?' and geeeeez it's soo kewtttt~!!!
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Cons of her sleeping : cant talk to her.
Pros : can leave her cute stuff to wake up too
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Fake texts au- pt.8 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover
Lando being Lando with .jpg and Max and Charles are now involuntary babysitters
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landonorris i dont even know how y/n is alive rn
logansargeant fr I don't even remember getting back to the horel
its_y/n_love I DRAK TEQUILA FOR YOUR UNGRAEEFUL ASS SMH
arthur_leclerc WHY AM I IN A SHOPING CAT???
oscarpiastri why are we sleeping on the road?
its_y/n_love damn slide 5 logsn stole my bikch 😥
oscarpiastri more importantly why am i little spoon? hello?
logansargeant cause I'm built diffrnt 😤
maxverstappen Never get them near alcohol. ever again.
charlesleclerc atleast you didn't have to CLIMB UP A BUILDING TO GET ARTHUR AND LOGAN OKAY
maxverstappen THATS BECAUSE Y/N AND OSCAR KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE ROAD!!
alex_albon ... why am i crying im slide 4
oscarpiastri cause you weer flirting witn lily and she told you shee had a bf
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After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.
He turned around to be face-to-face with his childhood best friend, he let out a small yelp and pushed himself off the small sofa they were sharing, waking up the others.
"Oh my god, please shut up," came the hoarse voice of his friend Y/n, from the other side of the bed, on which Alex was the only one sleeping, his phone still on Facetime with his girlfriend, Lily.
As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.
"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.
"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.
"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."
"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.
Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.
They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.
As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.
"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.
Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.
"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.
"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.
"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.
"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.
"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"
"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.
"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.
"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.
"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.
"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.
"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"
oof this one was long af 😭 but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.
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“Safe with me.”
Synopsis: How he reacts when his s/o gets injuried.
Characters involved: fatui!Scaramouche, Xiao, & Childe.
TW: Very mild descriptions of injuries. A bit of cussing. Probably not a trigger, but this could be OOC.
A/N: Ah yes, the good ol’ ‘injured reader’ hcs/scenarios. I got lazy near the middle of Scaramouche’s scenario, so eh. Have fun with that.
I wish I could’ve come up with a better title, but that’s all my brain juice managed to squeeze out.
Also, I think I’m getting the hang of formatting! Haha. This might be out of character so bear with me. As always, GN!reader. NOT proofread.
Request status: open!
— You and I both know damn well he isn’t going to take this situation lightly. When I say he is upset, I mean he's pissed. Infuriated, even. How dare someone have the audacity to injure his significant other? Are they simply begging for death?
— If you try to make light of the situation, he’ll shoot you a piercing glare to shut you up. He doesn’t find these circumstances to be amusing at all. Even if your injuries aren’t too grim, he’s still going to dispose of the treasure hoarders, and yes he’ll do it behind your back even if you oppose that idea. He isn’t a fatui harbinger for nothing. There isn’t anything you can do that will hinder him from annihilating them.
“Worthless as expected.”
You bit down gently on your lip as those harsh words sliced through your ears. Even though at this point you were used to Scaramouche’s degradation, it still stung a bit to hear those words easily exit his mouth. You weren’t given enough time to ponder over your boyfriend’s hurtful words because shortly after, the sharp stinging of alcohol swabs dabbed repeatedly on your open cuts. A hiss of pain was instantly drawn out of your lips. Hell, cleaning the wound hurt worse than the actual injury itself.
"It isn’t my fault that the treasure hoarder snuck up behind me,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. Your hands clenched in your lap, being balled up into a fist when the swab tainted with rubbing alcohol hit a particularly deep cut on your shoulder. Scaramouche’s indigo-colored eyes flicked over to your clenched fists for a brief moment before he went back to cleaning up your wound. “mistakes happen.”
The room falls silent, the only noises being the grinding of your teeth and the occasional hiss of pain slipping past your lips despite your efforts to keep it down. While Scaramouche still managed to maintain his cold demeanor just as always, you failed to notice the slightest hint of worry in his gaze with each pained noise and every sign of discomfort you displayed. The truth was, he was utterly disgusted. Not at you nor your actions, but with the existence of that one treasure hoarder who held the audacity to lay his repulsive hand on you. The hand that held such a tight grip on the dagger that sliced cleanly through your flesh, ripping a large hole in your clothes as well as your skin. When the news had reached him that his significant other got wounded during a battle, Scaramouche was livid.
The wound itself was not fatal, but still.
However, it was fine now. He was here with you, tending to your wounds. You’re okay.
“Are you an idiot?” A bitter scoff was brought out of his mouth, his fiery orbs seemingly drilling holes into your soul with how intense his glare was. He tossed aside the cotton swab that was now covered in blood and reached into the first aid kit to pull out a bandage. The pads of his fingers brushed softly against your skin as he delicately wrapped a bandage onto your shoulder. His face softened as he spoke the next words, his voice still remaining cold, yet there was also warmth detected in his tone. “I wasn’t mocking you, I was referring to how pathetic the treasure hoarder looked as he begged on his knees for mercy.”
You blink once and then twice in confusion as you try to process his words. Oh, so that’s what he meant. A sheet of awkwardness fluttered down in the room. Both parties remained silent once again.
Scaramouche glowered down at the first aid kit as he began to put away the clean roll of bandages and cotton swabs. The transparent box was snapped shut, the sharp noise being obnoxious in contrast to the deathly quiet room.
“You’re lucky those useless underlings found you when they did. Who knows what would’ve happened had they not spotted you. You’d be dead!” His voice was the first to break the silence. In fact, he had done that twice in a row now. You weren’t surprised in the slightest. You already knew he would start scolding you the second he was sure you were safe. It was just his way of showing how much he valued your safety. “Now, I need you to tell me just what the hell went through your mind when you decided to let your guard down in the middle of a fight.”
The lecture lasted two hours straight. About 90% of it was him constantly telling you to stop being in your own little la-la world and to pay more attention when in a fight. There was no mistaking the sprinkle of fear hidden behind his eyes as he scolded you mercilessly. Yet, despite how harshly he was reprimanding you, you couldn’t help but notice how tightly his arms were wrapped around your waist later that night. How he held you a little bit closer to him when you two retired for the night.
You weren’t allowed to go complete any commissions the next day. Mr. Fandango man held you hostage in the camp. And when you were finally permitted, — yes, permitted. He’s paranoid, okay? — to go do your daily comissions, he stationed some fatui underlings to accompany you with your work. If he wasn’t so busy, then he’d go with you himself considering he’s much more reliable than some worthless underlings. However, he made sure himself that the underlings were qualified enough to look out for you.
Better safe than sorry.
— Hm, I wonder what kind of flowers your culprit wants at their funeral. Maybe sunflowers? Ooh, how about daisies? Heck, Childe will pay for them himself out of spite.
— You thought he was clingy before you got hurt? Well, multiply that by a hundred. He’ll be spoiling you rotten during your time being injured, despite the wound being just a couple of teensy weensy cuts.
— It’s not just little cuts in the grand scheme of things, okay? Anything can get tainted by bacteria, which can then lead to an infection, which could also lead to death, and then- and then-! (we get it, childe. chill.)
“I brought you some flowers.”
Your head swivels in the direction of the sudden, yet familiar voice that had just come out of nowhere. You had been preoccupied with cleaning the minor cuts that were littered across your fingers. It wasn’t anything too bad. It was all due to some sharp ice that a cryo abyss mage had spawned above your form. Luckily, you had dodged it fairly quickly. The problem was that the large block of ice had completely shattered when it smashed onto the ground, the tiny shards of ice flying up into the air and cutting up your hands.
A head of messy ginger hair comes into your line of sight. It was your significant other, Childe. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his gloved hands as he slowly approached the table you were sitting at, pulling out one of the wooden chairs and sitting down on it across from you.
“Are those for me?” You asked, pointing your forefinger at the flowers he held in his hand. It was almost impossible not to let your eyes wander over the gorgeous bright red petals. They looked as if they had been tended to with the utmost care before being picked fresh. You could only imagine how sweet the aroma must smell.
“Who else would it be for?” The tone of his voice was teasing as he passed the bouquet over to you. You gratefully accepted it, and after pressing your face into the soft petals to get a nice big whiff of the pleasant smell, you gently placed the roses in a glass jar that was filled with various kinds of flowers. Cecilias that had been imported from Monstadt, qingxins that were plucked from the highest mountains in Liyue, and hell, you even had sweet flowers in the jar.
And they had all come from Childe. That wasn’t even counting the scrumptious, expensive sweets he had bought for you as well. He had been spoiling you rotten ever since the scuffle you had with the abyss mage. On the contrary, you hadn’t gotten injured that badly. It was just a couple of cuts on your hands. Although, the 11th of the fatui harbingers didn’t just treat it as if it were just ‘some cuts.’ He had been treating you as if you were fragile porcelain. Something that couldn’t be easily replaced if broken so carelessly.
His eyes trailed over to the small bandages that were fitted on your hands. The worried and slightly enraged look in his big blue eyes hadn’t faded away the entire day.
“Are you feeling better, darling?” Childe lowered his voice to a gentle whisper as he kindly took your hand in his own, taking extra care in trying to avoid holding it too tightly lest it stings for you. The fabric of his gloves felt soft against your hands as he held them gently. A coy smile fell across his lips. “I take it you liked the flowers?”
You nodded your head leisurely as a response. While you felt slightly embarrassed due to how much he’d been spoiling you, you couldn’t help but feel loved. Despite his status as a fatui harbinger, which would scare many people off, you couldn’t help but love him dearly. He appreciated you and your presence greatly and treated you as if you were a higher deity. Like you were the jam to his peanut butter.
The grip he held on your hands tightened ever so slightly as he continued to gaze deeply into your eyes, a loving, yet determined look in his own. You were here, safe with him. He would protect you till the day either you or he perished. Damn it all if he ever failed to protect you again.
You are the love of his life, and he is yours. Nothing could ever change that fact.
“By the way, did I tell you about how I murdered every abyss mage in the vicinity and beyon-”
“Childe, what.”
— He is freaking out.
— Why didn’t you call out his name? Didn’t he tell you countless amounts of times to call out for him if you ever found yourself in danger? He was supposed to protect you, damn it!
— He blames himself for it. 100%. He should have been cautious and kept by your side. He should’ve been there, and he wasn’t.
— Even after he tears through the treasure hoarders with his spear, he still feels furious the more and more he stares at your wounds. How. Dare. They?
— While he’s also furious, he’s also terrified. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He just can’t.
Your vision was blurry and your mind felt foggy as your brain scrambled around to try and process what was happening. Everything had been going well a few minutes prior to this very moment. You were on your merry way to Wangshu Inn to visit your beloved, when suddenly you got ambushed with a horde of swords and bows. The roughness of the rope dug deeply into the skin of your wrists as you were pressed up against a tree, your body battered and bruised. It had all happened in mere seconds. You barely had enough time to process or defend yourself from all that was happening, let alone even think about calling out for your significant other. And when your brain did clear up enough to think about calling him, you felt hesitant to do so.
You watched in a daze as the treasure hoarders ruffled through your belongings in your bag. All of your items were strewn around the camp so carelessly. The treasure hoarders didn’t want to just settle for your pocketbook. The greed that filled up their hearts gave them an intense lust for riches. Not that you had any. You hated every single moment of this scenario. It felt as if you were some helpless damsel in distress whom relied on others to come and save them. It was humiliating.
But it was either get saved or more than likely suffer a gruesome death.
“Xia-!”
Before you can even finish speaking his name, all of the treasure hoarders are dead and lying lifeless on the ground, Xiao standing menacingly over their still bodies. Your face paled just looking at the sight. While you knew your boyfriend wasn’t a stranger to ending lives, he never unleashed his fury in front of you.
However, you knew it would happen either way. Xiao wasn’t a merciful soul to those who harmed the people he actually gave a shit about. Even if he didn’t like killing humans, he’d do so without a thought if a measly mortal were to put your life at risk.
It had taken Xiao a split second to stalk up to your restrained form to break you free of the restraints that held you in place. Before you could utter a single word to break the silence, you felt callous hands untying you from the oak tree. The scent of fresh blood floated up your nostrils, the strong metallic smell making your stomach feel queasy. At this point, Xiao had gotten rid of his mask and was focused on getting you safe and sound. His eyebrows scrunched together in sheer frustration as his eyes scoured over every inch of your body, the bruises and slashes never once leaving his eyes. While there was also fury, there was also a clear sense of worry shown through how shaky his fingers were as he finally undid the ropes, how uneven his breathing was as he caught you in his arms. (more like snatched you into his arms.) He was trying his hardest to remain calm, but he couldn’t.
“Xiao, I-”
“…Are you okay?”
Even his voice trembled as he desperately tried to keep up a stoic facade. You knew he was panicking. He knew he was panicking. How could anyone not panic upon seeing their significant other is bruised and bleeding? While the injuries certainly would not result in your death, all he could think about was what could have happened. He could be burying your body right now instead of holding you close to him. He clutched you as if you were his most prized possession, which you were. He knew he had to get you to a healer, but he had the hardest time letting you go. He needed to hear you say it. To say that you were all right. That you wouldn’t leave him.
Your arms wrapped around his torso as you hugged him gently, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly as you tried to comfort him. “It’s all right, Xiao. I’m still here. I won’t leave you. I’m okay.”
Those words were all it took for him to crumble down. His hands tightened around your waist exponentially as he held you close, his head pressed into his shoulder as he calmed yourself with his presence.
It would all be okay in the end. Because when it all came down to it…
“You’re safe with me, (name). No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.”
“That’s nice and all, but could I please go to a doctor-”
“Oh, right.”
“The curtains have closed and the seats have become bare. The show is over.”
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Game day shenanigans
Lionesses x reader
Part 3 of the mini series about lionesses
(Let’s just imagine that Leah is playing again)
warnings: Vomiting, blood, angry Lucy
The game had went relatively well till the half time. It was aggressive and the Italians were really throwing some tackles in. It was all good though because you were on the lead. You’d already scored 3 goals while they had only one. It was you, Lessi and McCabe who had scored.
The Italians were especially rough on you. Sliding tackles every time they could. Lucy did not appreciate that at all. You were skilled and got good chances but they were ruined by the opponent. Most of the tackles were on the thin line of legal and illegal. Still usually they were ruled as legal. It pained you to be so much on the ground with the opponents getting away with it.
During half time Lucy suggested that you should be subbed off because they were clearly targeting you. Like you had an X in your back.
“I’m not going to be subbed just because they tackle me. I can handle it Lucia!” You said a little annoyed. Just like she had not trusted your skills.
“I think y/n can handle it for now. If they keep getting more reckless with the tackles, you will be subbed off” Sarina said as the last decision.
You took a sip from your water bottle as you tried to calm yourself. You went to Lauren James to get away from people (Lucy) who annoyed you.
You chatted for a while before your skipper Leah gave you a pep talk before going to the second half. You walked back to the pitch through the tunnel and warmed up a bit. When the whistle was blown you quickly got the ball to you. Running with it as you got closer to the penalty box. When you got inside of it, you were quickly tackled. Someone sliding straight towards your legs which had you tumbling to the ground. Your head got collided with someones boot.
First thing you saw was blood on the hand. The next was Lucy coming running towards you and the two opponents who caused this. She was yelling at them. Next came Leah with the big hand chestures. They had some pushing and pulling before the referee intervened. Giving a yellow card to the woman who tackled you.
“Fuck off” You heard Lucy yell.
Lucy still wasn’t happy about it and kept mouthing the referee and opponents which got her a yellow card. Leah kept talking to the referee, more calmly than the older woman.
You on the other hand had been surrounded by your teammates. They were motioning for a medic to get over to check you out. You felt dizzy and Georgia was hovering over you to shee if you were okay. You didn’t really know what happened, all you knew is that you were bleeding and in pain.
You could walk off the pitch by yourself which led to the crowd to applause for you. When you got to the medical room you could feel something turning in your stomach and quickly your that days food was on the bin next to you. You knew after vomiting that it was a concussion. The medical staff gave you some pain meds and sent a message to Sarina that you wouldn’t be able to continue.
The medical staff started to clean the cut on your forehead and then stitched it up.
“It’s going to leave you a little scar but nothing major. But you do have a pretty bad concussion which means that someone is going to have to look after you for couple of days. We’ll give the person some advice when you know who’s looking after you” The woman said to you after stitching you up and examining you.
After that you were allowed to leave the medical room to the changing room to get some more clothes off so you could watch the rest of the game.
To your surprise, Lucy was sitting in the changing room.
“What are you doing here?” You asked her confused.
“That stupid referee gave me a red card” She said sounding angry. You just started at her angrily.
“Lucia what did you do” You asked sternly.
“Well the woman who tackled you kept laughing about it so I just showed her hoe to tackle properly” She answered casually with a smirk on her face.
“Well I believe if you got carded it wasn’t exactly a legal tackle?”
“I was clean but the referee has something against us” She answered rolling her eyes.
“God your so stupid” you said while sitting next to her.
“I wasn’t going to let them hurting you just slide. I had to do something” She said defensively.
“Yeah but getting a red card isn’t the way. You are like Katie McCard” You joked.
Later on you would see the video of Lucy tackling the girl. It was not clean tackel, you knew it and she knew it. But for that you invited yourself to her house so she (and Kiera) would have to look after you.
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oh my dear pretty boy...
☆SPOILERS AND TW!! grim real name, spoiler for "sealed with a kiss" ending, dirty talking, Dacryphilia, creampie, hair pulling, male reader, dom reader, sub grim (if i worgot anything please tell me!)
a/n not proofread
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casper did ended up coming to you. running away from his job to be with you. with love of his life. he would never guess in the life of his he would fall in love with a some mere mortal. after all, hes the grim reaper he shall be feared! but... it ended up in love. in something he never felt before. he was confused at first. oh so confused. he didn't knew what to do. but he did ended up confession to you. and even left his job because he couldnt get himself to collect a soul of his precious mortal. his newfound lover.
"kiss me then, sunshine" he said as he closed his eyes. he was laying on your bed with you on top of him. his hands looking so tempting to just grab and hold... but maybe later. his lips slightly parted waiting for the kiss. his first kiss. you smirk and lean down connecting yours and his lips together in a soft and loving kiss. you didn't wanted his first to be harsh after all. you don't want your pretty boy to have bad first impression on such an important thing after all.
"so, how was it?" you asked after a kiss pulling slightly away. "it... it was great" he replied as he cannot speak such a things like lie. why would he even lie in situation like this?
"i'm glad" you replied and peck his cheek. "but i'm not done, caspy" you chuckle and caress his soft cheek. casper skin care routing really paid off, huh? "well, i have in mind... to help you forget about your awful job, you want me to help you pretty boy?" you asked with teasing tone as he blushed and cleared his throat. "what do you mean by that, sunshine?" he asked blushing. "you will see, cutie" you chuckle. kissing his lips once more. "dont worry, nothing bad" you wink and laugh softly playing with his hair. "dont worry pretty boy... you will loooove it" you smile as he look no so sure but agree anyway. hes curious what might be on your mind even if he can guess alredy.
after a small kissing and talking you pulled away. but he wasnt surprised with it quickly pulling you back into another passionate kiss. his hands wrapped around you neck as his hand is on the back of your head pulling you closer and closer. his breath rapid and hitching as small whimpers leaves his lips as they connect and disconnect from yours non stop. he wanted more. he needed more. he wanted you and you only. his one and only sunshine.
and that's how both of you ended up ex grim reaper face pressed into a pillow as he bite on it to silence his loud moans and whimpers. it's so embarrassing... laying in mortal bed getting fucked dumb from behind by a mortal... but it was his mortal after all.
his hand gripping on the sheets. "s-sunshine" he moan out as you hit his prostate. small tears of pleasure slipping past his eyelids down his cheeks and onto a long time ago drenched pillow. "oh god.. r-righht here!" he arch his back as a pearly white drop of pre cum falls down his dick onto sheets underneath him. your hand massaging and kneading on his ass before sliding up his back and into his hair wrapping them around you'r hand and yanking them to yourslef making him look back. "hey, look at me, pretty boy. i want to see you" you say as his glossy eyes look at you. small sob escaping his lips but soon gets forgotten as slutty moan takes it place and his eyes close.
your thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier as you're close to your finish. you dont even remember what time he will get filled this night. not like it matter. you can fill him up once more.
your hips thrusing your cock in and out hitting casper sweet sweet spot all the times. your balls slapping against his ass making wet clapping sound but its mixed with grim sweet moans anyway. "sunshine.. ah! oh my~ d-dont stop i beg!" he moaned in erotic way gripping the sheets even harder. his brain a mush and heavy blush covering his face from all the crying. "i love you... i- i lohve youh sho sho muchhh" he stutter out as his words are getting slured with every new word he speak until you can no longer tell what hes saying. small 'i love you's sleeping past his lips with various moans, whimpers and squeaks. air getting kicked from his lungs with every hard pound into his now streched out hole. his walls clamping on your lenght as you can feel how they are squeezing even harder.
you didnt even had time to blink as another squirt of cum escaped casper cock head onto the small puddle of cum on the sheets. your moves gently slowing down before you pulled out of him and finished on his back. you leaned down massaging his bruised hips and kissing his cheek. "you did great, casper. such a good and pretty boy for me" you smilled and started the after care.
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Several of you probably remember this sundrop bombshell from years back. In fact, many of you have asked if I'd ever bring her back. Well, going into Dawntrail finally feels like the right time to breathe some new life into this character, so consider this her official return.
If you don't know her, I'd like to introduce you to my lynx inspired surf brat, X'issi ( shee • ee • see ) Sunde ( soon • dae ). Part of the coastal Lynx Tribe of La Noscea, she's lived almost her entire life in and around the isle. With an affinity for water and water related magics this woman is sure to win you over with her sunny charms and can-do attitude.
I have a lot of lore for this character, including tribal lore that I'll have to figure out how to organize into spaced out doses for you all to consume. Because when I say its a lot, I mean it is a LOT of lore. I used to write this girl like crazy back in Heavensward days.
But for now, here's some important bullet points for her character...
Owns her own Surf Shack where you can buy boards she's made and her own board wax. Naturally she also does board repairs.
Up before dawn to relay the morning surf report for Costa del Sol.
Surf and swim instructor - Side hustle - mostly for tourists.
Sight Seer and Expedition guide - another side hustle - also mostly for tourists.
Water Dancer, but not like the XIV job. Dance is intrinsic to her tribe lore which is very Polynesian islander influenced.
Part of a tribe who prays to both Llymlaen and Oschon. Tribe is somewhat nomadic. Lives on the shores in the warmer months, and moves inland in the cooler months. (also reflects their dieties)
Has a way with water magic... kinda like a waterbender? I'll take more time to explore this with you guys later. But I will admit its strongly waterbending influenced.
Has a baby raptor companion named Thunk who is an absolute MENACE. ...But we love him.
She absolutely loves fishing.
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Cinnamon Crush
PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Student!Reader
WORDS: 3,036.
SUMMARY: It seemed a contagious crush had befallen your fellow pupils of your Psych class, and you were no exception… Only, however, your Professor did not spare you from your lustful thoughts.
WARNINGS: reader is of legal age!!!, teacher x pupil dynamic (with consent), female receiving (fingering), NSFW, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, praise kink.
A/N - thanks to @sugarpopss for feeding into my delusions and horny thots, we brainstormed this idea, and voila! hope you enjoy boo xox
Undertaking this human behaviour psychology class was proving to be both a tease and a taunt. Often, you were a diligent student, reserved in your ways, you never struggled with losing focus nor lacking attention, and yet, something about this class with each passing week, was provoking something devious from within you.
Your attention remained persistent and unwavering, however not on the topic at hand, though rather on your stout and round professor...
Aegon Targaryen, was one of those professors you really had not paid any mind to initially. You scarcely saw him during your first year, as he taught mostly the latter years of tertiary schooling: when his presence was not occupied in teaching tutorials and lectures, he was adamantly hidden away, reclusive to his own office or the teacher's cafeteria. Yet, passing by the corridors, you had heard many whispering gossip from previous pupils, giddily confronting each other of their little "crushes" over their chubby professor. Yet, you had never fully comprehended their words, nor what they saw in the man, till having come face to face with him.
Gradually, as the weeks went by during the semester, you had grown accustomed to his unnerving presence, grand stature, that deep, succulent voice as he monotonously spoke: the longer your keen eyes lusted over his minute details, over his physicality, the more beauty you saw in him. And despite not being that much your senior, he was still older and an authoritative figure in comparison to your colleagues.
His weight was never an issue, nor a flaw that had "turned you off" nor the others. In fact, tediously attempting to search for a textbook in the University's library, you had idly overheard a few of your colleagues gushing over the potential likelihood size of your professor's cock.
"You know what they say about the thicker men, right ladies? I bet it you girls, he'd have you rendered incapable of walking!"
"A girlfriend of mine slept with a guy much larger than herself in size, and she said it was the best sex she ever had-"
"Do you guys not see the way he rubs his belly from time to time, how adorable he looks? Or the way he has powder or icing over his lips that he tastes and licks off?-"
"Well I've made an appointment to see him after hours in his office to discuss the assignment, but I can't guarantee that's all that will happen... Did you guys not notice the way he winked at me? The way our fingers touched when he handed me back my paper?!"
Captivated by their gossip, you began to grow more attentive to your elder professor in class. Noticing the details your enthusiastic peers had picked up, each time you had captured a small indifference, you would make mental notes, often smiling to yourself mindlessly. Now you found yourself, gushing over minor, fleeting incidents, where your fingers brushed against each other, in exchange of papers, or that his larger mass lingered over your desk, during quizzes, lightly feeling the gentle, erotic touch of his distended belly over your arm.
At one point, secluded in your distant seat, in the lecture hall, rather than diligently dotting down notes as you habitually would, you found yourself sketching "A.T + [your initial]" bordered over an arrow-darted love-heart. Shaking your head to yourself, as if you had awoken from a haste sleep, you truly could not fathom the sheer sway Aegon had over you, and yet his oblivious efforts seemed to taunt you a little more...
What felt like 10 hours was a mere one hour that had dulled by. Having spent countless hours deep into the previous night tediously studying, you felt tiresome quarrelling against the inevitable slumber that your body so desperately craved. Your head often bobbing up and down, eyes darting wide awake, shooting up towards your plump professor at the front, writing on the blackboard, his broad back turned towards you. The screeching sound of the white chalk against it, was steady enough to keep you pathetically awake.
Now that your attention was resumed once more on his figure, you delicately glanced over at how fitted his dress shirt looked around certain soft edges. How tight the fabric had grown, since the semester began, as often his pupils sought food as a way to his heart, many had believed. His thighs stocky, you could not deny that his backside was chunky, an innate yet heinous urge to spank and squeeze at his porky flesh. The thought was enough to send a thrilling, dull ache between your thighs, as you hastily squirmed and readjusted in your seat.
Now resuming his focus back unto the class, your eyes widened lusciously at the breathtaking sight of his face, and that swollen stomach. One podgy hand rested atop its distended centre, as the other dropped the chalk to the side, and held up his notes. The tight sleeves of his white dress shirt, folded up only barely making it below his elbows. The black buttons of his tight fitted shirt, close to bursting at its seams, another backed goodie would do the trick to pop them right off, you fathomed. An excitement at the sheer, imaginative scene, Aegon slumped comfortably on a desk chair, relishing in the last few bites of a powdered doughnut, and you... Nestled cosily onto his wide, meaty lap, his thick arm wrapped around your side, his pudgy hand finding its way firmly gripping your thigh, as the other held the pastry good. And your head laying against his stocky shoulder, admiring the man, as your hand slowly, and soothingly rubbed circles against his swelling, tense belly.
Now the preemptive wetness, you could just feel brewing at your aching cunt. The moisture felt thick and warm, at the slightest of movement from below, closing your legs together desperately, fearful that your professor could practically smell you from the distance. Yet he remained unfazed, continuing on his tangent talk. Shoving his reading glasses further into his nose bridge, as he read the loose pages before him. Examining the room, the class was present yet not full, only a few missing, yet everyone either in their own world, whether sketching doodles in their notebooks, or gazing across online sites, the few at the front however, kept their sole attention on Aegon. Yet in your horizon, they stood blocking his view of you further in the back... You were certain your existence in his class was close to fictitious. Just a shadow in the background. He scarcely spoke to you, except for a quick "well done" or haste compliment on an assignment, you were merely just there. Or so you had credulously deluded yourself to believe.
You had never acted so impulsively and yet, you felt that carnal urge, that burning desire to be fulfilled. Envisioning Aegon in the privacy of your dorm was never satisfactory, often always distracted or interrupted, your ethereal vision of him taken from you in an instant. And yet, here he stood before you, in all his glory... Why deny yourself the pleasure? You promised it would be a mild, quick venture.
Your hand began to idly snake its way down below your desktop, whilst the other reached for your black denim jacket, covering your legs and skirt, acting as though a chilly breeze swept by. Your eager fingers pulling up your skirt, as it found its way to the soaked cloth of your sheer, cotton panties. Your cheeks instinctively flushed pink, heat coursing against your face, as the humiliation set in at just how fragile you felt against Aegon’s mere presence, a man that you had not even conversed for any longer than a mere minute.
The thought was unbearable and yet you could not help but succumb to your desires for him.
Panties tugged to the side, a finger slowly slipped in carefully, meticulous to not expose yourself in your movements or your sounds. God forbid, if you had helplessly let out a moan, a cry for his name, you would cease to exist.
With a slow and familiar pace, your hand began to pump in and out of your soaking entrance, your finger delved shyly inside, encircling your silky folds, as your eyes remained fixated on Aegon. Instead your mind alternatively ventured into the aching thought, instead of pleasing yourself, your generous professor was instead in your stead, eager to teach you his wisdom, how to please a woman, how to psych your mind to pleasure through his experienced touch, and the constant praise of what a “good girl” you’ve been for him, his best pupil yet.
Envisioning his handsome, soft face just inches apart from yours, as his plump, wet lips grazed over yours before falling into a kiss. Wondering what his mouth would taste like, concluding a sweet, cinnamon taste lingering from all the baked goodies he would devour. You ached to feel his adipose flesh beneath your grasp, kneading at his plump, fair skin, suckling at his sensitive fat, leaving red, blatant marks on his pale skin. Your free hand now rested on your desk, you firmly gripped the edge of the desk, intuitive for some support, as your hip bucked slightly forward, shoving your finger deeper into your oozing cunt.
The excitement remained stagnant, and having noticed no changes to your surroundings, no curious or suspicious looks earned, you confidently implored, inserting another digit between your velvet folds, your motions stretching your walls out, as your pace began to haste a notch.
The tight feeling of your innocent walls clenching around your fingers, your mind wandered to the memory of overhearing the notion of Aegon’s cock. Your mind intoxicated with the idea of its girth, the words of your fellow peers, echoing in your mind as you relished in the sensation of Aegon’s thick, throbbing cock painfully stretching you out instead.
“Thicker dudes have thicker cocks, c'mon this is known. They’ll stretch you out and it will hurt like fuck at first, but God is it worth it—”
Deeper your digits shoved themselves, eager to graze over that sweet, sweet spot, leaning more forward over your desk instinctively, your free hand gripping the desk, now subtly covering your mouth, in an attempt to muffle the moans. From time to time, you needed to muster the consciousness to open your eyes, trying to mask your actions with some normalcy, as your professor continued to speak. You swore for a split second, that his eyes hovered towards your direction, yet he persevered, unfazed by your discrete, promiscuous nature.
Gods, you were desperate for the man. If he had simply called out your name, that would be supple enough to make you cum.
Much to your oblivious and ignorant mind, you hadn’t realised that your jacket began to slip away beneath your knees, from all your squirming and pacing motions. Slowly and slowly, too occupied in your conceited ways, the jacket finally fell to the floor, your legs spread apart to accomodate for your hand and its motion, you hadn’t realised your licentious exposure, until the air conditioned chill of the room settled across your bare skin. Yet your hand remained inside of you, your pace now slowed, as your eyes fell back to Aegon, your awareness regaining itself. Seconds spared as you froze in motion, before realising your professors’s gaze remained fixated firmly onto you, his lilac orbs dropping down intently eyeing your lower half. Hastily, pushing his glasses against the nose bridge once more, clearing his throat, he looked hastily down as he stuttered on his words. Immediately, you gathered yourself into composure. That familiar, prior flustered feeling coaxed you once more, the embarrassment visibly flaring in your meek face, as you dared not to look towards Aegon.
Caught in fuss, as you prayed for your existence to simply disappear, the class had been dismissed, and you hastily attempted to gather your belongings, as they fell to your feet clumsily. Just as you’d picked up the last of the fallen stationary, shoving everything into your handbag, the sudden shout for your name, from a familiar, deep voice boomed from below the lecture hall.
“Y/N, if I could see you for a second, please?” Aegon shouted, as you frighteningly stared at him, shyly nodding as you hesitantly walked down the steps. Aegon remained, partially sat at the edge of his wooden desk, his thick arms folded across his belly, making him look even more brooding. Never this up close, you only just realised how feeble you looked against his larger stature, a few inches taller, yet wider than you his frame would engulf yours, if anyone looked from beyond him, your presence would go unnoticed. His eyes remained locked onto the entrance of the class, as each pupil filed out, some without a goodbye and others desperate for some acknowledgement before giddily pacing out, as he exchanged friendly goodbye wink.
Now it was solely you two remaining. The room felt vastly larger, yet suffocating simultaneously. This overbearing tightness brewing in your chest, as you clenched your notebook closer to your chest. Despite now being fully clothed and composed, you felt naked in his presence, the shame settling in.
“How’s the semester been treating you, Y/N?”
That was strange, you hadn’t expected him to ask that. Whether it was the unexpected question or the shame, you struggled to muster the strength of your voice, as the words remained choked in your throat.
“I-I suppose it’s okay. Stressful, but okay, S-Sir.”
“I gather you’ve been busy with your studies, with exams and what not coming up. I rarely see you out of the library, not even the cafeteria.”
He noticed? You could scarcely fathom his words, and yet it was true. With the semester’s end exams looming in the horizon, you had kickstarted your thorough studies, desperate to cram every bit of information into your memory before it was too late. At times, you were so preoccupied, food was not an option, otherwise your roommate would politely gather you some sustenance from outside.
“I-I just don’t have the time for anything else these days, th-than to study… S-Sir.”
As you found courage to respond, in the meanwhile, Aegon had shut the door close, the hall becoming just a little more suffocating, trapping you in his sole presence, before he resumed his previous stance.
“Is that why you wished to put on that little show up there? Is that your call for help, hmm?”
Taken aback, you felt the scarlet blush of your cheeks flare up in heat, your lips mouthing open yet not words echoed through. Your eyes pondered to the ground seldomly, unable to maintain eye contact, as Aegon released a growling chuckle.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I suppose, I was just not expecting that from you—”
A wave of disappointment wretched and hurled in your stomach, as his words engraved in your mind. Shooting your eyes rapidly up at him, shaking your head you profusely began to apologise.
“It-It was unlike me, Aegon- I-I mean Professor. I am not the type that does ugh- that sort of thing, I-I am unsure of what came over me, p-please don’t fail me—”
As you breathlessly plead your case, taking a small step towards Aegon, you felt your eyes swelling with hot tears, as one fell across your tender cheek.
“Hey-Hey, what makes you think I would fail you? I’m not disappointed, Y/N—”
A loose strand of your hair had fallen besides your face unknowingly, yet Aegon took the decency to brush it across, stroking the strand behind your ear, as his pudgy hand cupped your face, the other gently rubbing at your side for reassurance. His touch was just as divine as you had imagined, feeling your senses slowly begin to collapse.
“I’m just surprised… A little esteemed. If I’m being quite honest, I would expect that behaviour from the others, but you? Not in my wildest dreams… You never cease to amaze me, huh?”
The last words he uttered, his thumb lightly flicked at your chin, lifting it subtly up, as he nudged for you to look up at him. Met with his warm smile, you bashfully returned the favour, completely smitten.
“I suppose I’ll have to change classes? Professor Lannister might—”
“There will be no such thing, you’re staying here. You’re my best student. And besides, Lannister’s a perv. One look at you, and he’ll think he has a chance.”
“B-But, where do we- how do we move on f-from this, exactly, Sir?”
Aegon resumed leaning back on the desk, plopping himself down, the wood creaked beneath his heavier mass, as his hands remained firmly holding yours.
“We tell no one… No one needs to know. I still teach you and you, well—”
Licking his soft lips, his eyes feasted over you, hungrily lingering from head to toe, devouring you as if you were some dessert out before him, that he was about to spoil himself silly with.
“—you can sit up there and still tease me all you wish, but perhaps… You would rather find more comfort in the privacy of my office. How about you meet me there at 5pm, just for some one on one lessons. I guarantee it’ll help with your studies. Let me help you to ugh- prepare.”
“I-I suppose that would be okay, if that is what you best advise. I-Is that what you want from me, Sir? For me to keep my pretty mouth shut, and do as I am told?”
Now the tables turned, the sudden outburst of an ego from your end, having been swayed by Aegon’s sly remarks, he remained somewhat… Impressed. Closing the distance between you both, his gut now pressing up against you, your breasts being pushed up against it. Precisely as how you creatively envisioned it, his plump lips crushed against your own, the sweet, sugary taste lingering in his mouth was a pleasant one, as his tongue pried its way into your own, before releasing as he inhaled a deep breath.
“You keep being that pretty, obedient girl I know you are, and I’ll show you just how proud I am of you.”
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The Fae of the British Lostbelt
This is gonna be a long one, so strap in.
The fae and other creatures of the British Lostbelt take heavy inspiration from real-life legends; almost every major character is named after a type of fairy or mystical creature from British folklore. Many of these names are not English; I've added a pronunciation guide for these in brackets after the word. In this post, I'll go over the beings and concepts these characters are named for and compare the legend to the original. This won't include Morgan or Oberon; those figures are complex enough to deserve posts of their own.
Aesc [ASH]
Aesc is more accurately spelled Æsc. It's an Old English word for the ash tree, and also doubles as the word for the rune for the letter Æ. This is pretty much a direct translation into Old English of Aesc's Japanese name, Tonelico (トネリコ), a word meaning "ash tree".
Albion
Albion is a poetic name for the island of Britain, from Greek Albiōn (Ἀλβίων), the name used by classical geographers to describe an island believed to be Britain. The name probably means "white place", which is how it's connected to the Albion of Fate. The Albion of Fate is the White Dragon, a symbol of the Saxons from a Welsh legend. In the most well-known version of the legend, the King of the Britons at the time, Vortigern, was trying to build a castle on top of a hill in Wales to defend against the invading Saxons, but everything he tried to build collapsed. He was told by his court wizard to find a young boy with no father and sacrifice him atop the hill to alleviate the curse. He sent his soldiers out and found a boy being teased for being fatherless, but when he brought the boy to the hill, the boy, a young Merlin, told him that his court wizard was a fool and that the real reason for the collapsing castle was two dragons inside the hill, one red and one white, locked in battle. The red dragon represented the Britons, and the white dragon represented the Saxons. Merlin told Vortigern that nothing could be built on the hill until the red dragon killed the white one. A red dragon is the symbol of Wales to this day, and a white dragon is occasionally used in Welsh poetry to negatively represent England. This white dragon is Albion in Type/Moon lore.
Baobhan Sìth [bah-VAHN shee]
A baobhan sìth is a female fairy in Scottish folklore. The name literally means "fairy woman" in Scottish Gaelic. They appear as a beautiful woman and seduce hunters traveling late at night so that they can kill and eat them, or drink their blood depending on the story. They're unrelated to banshees except in terms of etymology (Banshee is from Old Irish "ben síde", meaning the same thing as baobhan sìth). They're often depicted with deer hooves instead of feet, which is probably what inspired Baobhan Sìth's love of shoes.
Barghest
In the folklore of Northern England, a barghest is a monstrous black dog with fiery eyes teeth and claws the size of a bear's. The name probably derives from "burh-ghest", or "town-ghost". It was often said to appear as an omen of death, and was followed by the sound of rattling chains. The rattling chains probably inspired Barghest's chains. Her fire powers are also obviously based on the fiery eyes of the barghest. Otherwise, she's not very connected to the folkloric barghest, which is never associated with hunger or eating humans.
Boggart
In English folklore, a boggart is either a malevolent household spirit or a malevolent creature inhabiting a field, a marsh, a hill, a forest clearing, etc. The term is related to the terms bugbear and bogeyman, all originally from Middle English bugge, or possibly Welsh bwg [BOOG] or bwca [BOO-cuh], all words for a goblin-like monster. It usually resembled a satyr. It's not really ever depicted with lion features, so it's anyone's guess why Boggart is a lion-man.
Cernunnos [ker-NOON-ahs]
Cernunnos, probably meaning "horned one", was an important pre-Roman Celtic god. His existence is only attested by fragmentary inscriptions and the repeated motif in Celtic religious art of a "horned god", a humanoid figure with deer antlers seated cross-legged. This fragmentary evidence is often led to assume that Cernunnos was a god of nature, wilderness, animals and fertility. There exists no evidence that Cernunnos was a chief deity of any kind, since we have barely any evidence he existed at all in the first place. Cernunnos might not even be his name; it's just the only name we have. Needless to say, the only thing the Cernunnos in the British Lostbelt has in common with the real figure is his large antlers.
Cnoc na Riabh [kuh-nock-nuh-REE-uh]
Cnoc na Riabh, Knocknarea in English, is a hill in Sligo in Ireland. The name means "hill of the stripes", referring to its striking limestone cliffs. It's said to be the location where Medb's tomb lies, so it's connected to Cnoc na Riabh through Fate's conflation of Medb with Queen Mab, a fairy mentioned in Romeo and Juliet; this etymology of Mab as derived from Medb was formerly accepted, but has lost favour with the advent of modern Celtic studies due to the lack of any concrete connection between the two figures.
Grímr (don't know how to say this one, apologies; Germanic myth is not my strong suit)
Odin (Wōden in Old English) was a god worshiped in many places, basically anywhere the Germanic peoples went, including the Anglo-Saxons that became today's English people. As such a widely worshiped god, he had a very large number of names, titles and epithets. Grímr is one such name, literally meaning "mask", referring to Odin's frequent usage of disguises in myths, which is fitting for how Cú disguised himself as a faerie in the British Lostbelt and hid that he possessed Odin's Divinity from Chaldea.
Habetrot
Habetrot is a figure from Northern England and the Scottish Lowlands, depicted as a disfigured elderly woman who sewed for a living and lived underground with other disfigured spinsters. She often spun wedding gowns for brides. Cloth spun by her was said to have curative and apotropaic properties. All the Habetrot of the British Lostbelt has in common with this figure is the association with brides and with spinning cloth. "Totorot" is not a real figure; the name is just an obvious tweak of Habetrot.
Mélusine
Mélusine is a figure that appears in folklore all across Europe. The name probably derives from Latin "melus", meaning "pleasant". She's a female spirit of water with the body of a beautiful woman from the waist up, and the body of a serpent or a fish from the waist down. In most stories, she falls in love with a human man and bears his children, using magic to conceal her inhuman nature. However, she tells her lover he must never look upon her when she is bathing or giving birth. Of course, he invariably does so, and when he does, he discovers her serpentine lower body, and she leaves, taking their children with her. Since Mélusine is just the name Aurora gave her, the Mélusine of the British Lostbelt has very little to do with this figure, but an analogy can be drawn between the Mélusine of folklore hiding her true form as a half-serpent to maintain her relationship with her lover, and Fate's Mélusine suppressing her true form as both a dragon and an undifferentiated mass of cells to ensure Aurora continues to love her.
Muryan [MUR-yan]
A muryan is a rather obscure Cornish fairy. The word is Cornish for "ant". Muryans are diminutive figures with shapechanging abilities, cursed to grow smaller every time they use those abilities until they eventually vanish altogether. Muryan, of course, is connected to muryans through her ability to shrink others.
Spriggan [SPRID-jan]
A spriggan is a type of creature in Cornish folklore. The word is derived from the Cornish word "spyryjyon" [same pronunciation], the plural of "spyrys", meaning "fairy". They're usually grotesque old men with incredible strength and incredibly malicious dispositions, and are often depicted guarding buried treasure. Spriggan is not himself a faerie, and the name is stolen from a faerie he killed, but it's still appropriate due to the greed and selfishness spriggans are usually depicted with.
Woodwose
Woodwose is a Middle English term for the wild man, a motif in European art comparable to the satyr or faun. The etymology is unclear. It has little to do with wolves or animals, despite its association with wildness, but there is at least a thematic connection with Woodwose's character, since the archetype of the wild man depicts a figure who cannot be civilised or well-mannered no matter how hard he tries, much like how Woodwose barely restrains his temper by being a vegetarian and dressing in a fine suit. Woodwose's predecessor, Wryneck, is named for a type of woodpecker with the ability to rotate its neck almost 180°.
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Only good girls get to
Pairing: Tighnari x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, orgasm denial, princess & baby girl used as pet names, fingering, marking (hickyes and bite marks), lil bit of bully Tighnari,
Word Count: 1,495
Dawn's notes: I am a firm believer that Tighnari is a a sweetheart, but he is a bully in bed. Have you heard him speak?
Tighnari was as busy as ever, dealing with the Forest Rangers, helping Collei, doing his forest ranger duties, dealing with the withering zones; everything on one plate.
What did he always have time for? Denying you the pleasure of the sweet bliss of an orgasm. Truthfully that was all that had been on his mind today, the tears in your eyes, the wobble of your lips, the sweet moans and pleas to just cum, and of course how you looked at him like he was the only thing in your world.
Doing any work today was nearly impossible, even if he was halfway across the Avidya Forest he could hear you talking, he could hear every word you spoke, how you talked to all of the plants and animals you treated. Archons, if he wasn’t already in love with you.
But one thing that got him so uncontrollably turned on was when the two of you passed each other in the forest, though it would have been innocent touching for those who did not pay attention, but for you it was anything but innocent.
“Oh Tighnari! How is your work going?” Your smile lit up the entire forest.
“It’s going well, thank you. How was the withering zone? I assume for the two of you it was no big deal?” He questioned as he stopped his group to talk with you and Collei. His eyes trained on your neck; though you tried to hide it well he could still pinpoint the red and purple markings he had left on you the night before. He could feel the scratches on his back burning but he didn’t mind.
As if you could feel his gaze on your neck you tried to adjust your collar to offer more cover as Collei spoke about the battle the two of you had, not that he paid attention, all he could focus on was the many bite marks that littered your body, the ones on your forearm and the ones that laid hidden by your shirt, those were his favorites. The red marks that littered all over your chest, mainly on your breasts.
Thinking too much about your body always made him react in strange ways, ways he knew you loved. “I can’t wait to read the report then.” He spoke curtly, with the finality in his works you and your companion moved past him, with a flick of his tail he brushed it against the back of your legs making it known what he wanted from you later in the night.
Work drudged on that day, all he could think about was you under him, begging and pleading with him. Once night had fallen he made his way to your shared home, his keen eyes could pick up on you wandering around fresh from a bath, he was going to make you regret not waiting for him. The second he walked past the door he closed it making sure the lock clicked into place.
The wide-eyed expression you gave him made him want to pounce on you right there and then. “Welcome home dear. Is everything alright?” You looked so innocent but the way the colors of his markings stood against your skin and the light interior of your home made him throw everything to the wind.
“You took a bath without me. Such a pity, I maybe would have let you cum there.” Watching your reaction to his words sent blood rushing through his veins, with your wide eyes you stared back at him in silence taken aback, processing everything he said to you. Closing the door he worked on getting his hoodie off. “May I take you?”
“Please, ever since you teased me in the forest earlier I have needed you.” Your voice sounded so sweet and dripped with honey, to a man who didn’t know you and your ways he would have had fallen for the faux innocence but he knew you. He knew that this was just a way for you to get under his skin and increase his craving for you.
“Then strip down and get on the bed.” Keeping a majority of his clothing on he watched you as you shedded your sheer pajamas and climbed onto the bed. He made his place between your legs, tightening his gloves around his fingers staring down at you. He could hear your heart beating faster as you wiggled your hips. “Use your words.”
“Please Tighnari I want you.” You reached down and grabbed his arm pulling his fingers to your core, even with his gloves on he could feel the heat radiating off of you.
“Come on now, I know you can do better than that.” No matter the smallest amount of noise that you made he would be able to hear you. Slowly he used his middle finger to circle your clit applying just the littlest bit of pressure.
“Please please please.” Were you even trying? Pulling his finger away he watched you with his tentative eyes, curious as to how you would take this. “Nari really?” You spoke out in whine as you forced yourself to sit up. “Do you like teasing me like this?”
“Oh yes quite, it is fun to see how whiney you get and I know you love the chase.” With a smirk he motioned for you to lay back down, yet you didn’t. “You’re going to be defiant now?” His interest was piqued.
“I don't want to be teased anymore. Please give me the pleasure you always do.” You reached for his hand again but he refused to let you grab ahold of it.
“See, you aren’t being a good girl. So I will give you pleasure but you don’t get to cum. Only good girls get to.” With that he brought his fingers back to your clit, using his middle and pointer fingers he applied pressure keeping his circles tight across the little bundle of nerves.
His teal/brown eyes watched your carefully as your body twitched and rolled at the pleasure that was rushing through your blood, your hips lift ever so slightly begging his fingers to go lower into your core, your body doing all the work when your mouth was only filled with wanton moans, far too busy to speak.
This is how he liked to have you the most, underneath him, a complete mess, your only thoughts were about him and the pleasure he gave you. Moments like these were his favorites, he didn’t have to worry about everything outside of your home, all he had to do was focus on you and the pleasure that was taking over your body.
Deciding you deserved to earn a little more of him he slowly dragged his fingers down to your greedy hole, he could see that it was clenching around nothing, taunting him. He knew from the over stimulation from last night and his teasing made you close already. All he had to do was get you right to the point of bursting and then bring you down so he can start all over again.
Tighnari picked up on the tears that laced your eyes as he slowly inched in his fingers, normally high pitched whining and squeals would hurt his ever so sensitive ears but with yours it only made him feel more excited. He knew your body better than anyone, he knew exactly where your spongy spot was and just how much pressure to apply to get you gushing around his fingers.
Even with his glove on he could feel how wet you were, you were ready for his cock but you hadn’t earned it yet. “Oh god Nari, right there please!” You moaned out as your fingers clenched the bedsheets.
Letting out a huff he rolled his eyes as he pressed his palm closer to you so it was applying pressure to your clit as the tips of his finger grazed over your sensitive spot. “I know baby, trust me I know.” He could feel your walls squeeze around him, he just needed you to get a little closer. “Come on baby, don’t you want to cum?”
It was good that he was distracting you with your pleasure because you apparently forgot that he told you no, your sweet little head nodding vigorously up and down, feeling your velvety walls fluttering around him he quickly pulled his fingers out of you staring at the mess you made of his glove.
You let out a cry of anguish as you glared at him. “I was so close!”
A smirk tugged at his lips as he spread his fingers, watching your essence gleam in the light. “Oh I know, did you really forget what I said? You haven't been good so you don’t get to.” His eyes met yours as his skillful tongue shot out and licked between his fingers, getting his first taste of the night.
He was going to ruin you.
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