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"Combat" - Feyd Rautha x Princess!Reader

a/n: grouped a few anon requests together along with one from @the-shadow-queen02 🩷

Summary: When he is excluded from a competition to win your hand, Feyd decides he will not let something so insignificant as an invitation stop him.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, fighting, mentions of scars, feyd's black cum, fluff, handjob, p in v sex, inkpie

Word Count: 2,300

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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For most of Feyd Rautha’s young life, his uncle has been planning and plotting to secure a match between him and either the Princess Irulan or you, her older sister. You are, of course, the more desirable match of the two. If Feyd marries you, he becomes Emperor upon your father’s passing.

However, when the Baron suggests such a match to your father, he is quickly rebuffed. Your father proclaims that you will marry if and when you so choose. It is unheard of, truth be told, but then again? You always were the Emperor’s little darling. Many say if the man has a weakness, it is you. His fearsome first-born. While Irulan was trained in the way of the Bene Gesserit, you chose an alternate path. From what Feyd has heard of you, you are a legendary warrior in your own right. You have trained with your father’s Sardaukar soldiers from your early childhood, and have grown into a fearsome fighter. Your father has even sent you to put down rebellions in far-reaching systems - ones where he was confident that you would not get hurt.

Feyd always finds himself looking forward to news of you. You fascinate him. A woman who finds joy in fighting and training is a woman after his own heart. So, he allows his uncle’s aspirations to take root, convincing himself that being paired off with you is not only inevitable, but something to look forward to. He has seen portraits of you, of course. Your fighting prowess is only outmatched by your beauty. It makes him all the more eager for when the day of your union finally comes.

When the time finally comes and you decide that you are willing to get married, it is announced to members of the Imperium that you will only wed a man who can best you in combat. This is the only way you can deem them worthy of being your husband. The idea of a tournament of sorts, one where you are the champion, is exciting to Feyd, and he finds himself eagerly awaiting for his invitation to arrive, training vigorously, knowing that there is no way the Emperor will neglect one of his most loyal vassal Houses.

And yet he does. Perhaps it is a mistake that Feyd is not invited. That has to be it, right? After all, House Harkonnen is in good standing with the Emperor. It makes no sense for Feyd not to be invited. At least, that’s what he tries to tell himself. His uncle takes it as an insult, of course, stating that he would not have wanted his line to mix with that of the weakling Emperor anyway. Feyd knows that is a blatant lie.

Not one to be deterred, he continues training, doing his best to improve his skill in anticipation of fighting you. After all, he is a man who gets what he wants. And the only woman he wants, the only woman who could ever satisfy him is you.

Feyd arrives in disguise the morning of the tournament, admiring you from afar as you train with the Sardaukar soldiers. You are every bit as beautiful as your pictures. And your fighting skill is unparalleled. He has never seen anyone move with such lethal grace, such precision. It is more like you are dancing than fighting, easily avoiding being hit and instead managing to land your fair share of palpable hits. You are just as impressive as he dreamed you would be.

As if sensing his gaze on you, you turn to face him. Your hair falls in your face as you move to stand, a smirk playing on your lips as you walk over to him.

“A masked contender?” You ask, your voice a playful lilt as you begin circling him.

Feyd chuckles, “Yes, Princess. Is that a problem?”

“Not a problem,” you hum, stopping in front of him, your eyes moving up and down his form appraisingly as you twirl your blade deftly between your fingertips, his gaze drawn to the sight, “I just usually like seeing the faces of the men I manage to put on their backs.”

“Perhaps this man will put you on yours, Princess.”

You laugh, and the sound is almost musical to him as you saunter away, the natural sway of your hips all but entrancing him, “You’re a funny one, my mysterious masked friend. It’ll be fun knocking you to the ground. I like them cocky.”

“Then you’re going to love me.”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, giving him one last amused smile before disappearing from sight.

Feyd has never thought of himself as a romantic. Not once in his life. But everything changed the moment he saw you. Now, he’s consumed by thoughts of you, of holding you in his arms, kissing you, having you all to himself. His princess. His fearsome warrior princess.

The tournament begins in earnest and Feyd watches with a grin on his face as you defeat your opponents one by one. He sees some of the most fearsome fighters in the known universe go toe to toe with you and be defeated with ease. You are formidable, for lack of a better word. He has never seen anyone fight like you, not even back on Giedi Prime. He can’t even begin to imagine what you’ll be like in the bedchamber, what fire you might bring there.

He watches as you manage to take down Paul Atreides with only a few well-timed hits, tiring him out, grinning victoriously as you raise your first in the air to the cheers of all those present on Corrino. The applause is thunderous, shaking the ground as you yell out, asking if there is any other man present who dares challenge you. Feyd walks toward the arena, passing the Atreides boy as the latter is leaving. The younger man gives him a grimace, rubbing his shoulder.

“Good luck to you, friend,” he mumbles, “That isn’t a woman. That’s a hellbeast.”

Despite having no good feelings toward the boy or his house, Feyd cracks a smile and chuckles slightly at his words, pitying him. After all, the future Duke has just been humiliated. One has to feel somewhat bad for him.

Feyd strides onto the combat field, his face still concealed by his mask. You smirk at him.

“My masked friend. Select your weapon of choice and we shall begin.”

He grabs a blade, not dissimilar from yours, checking its balance before nodding to himself and turning to face you, “May thy knife chip and shatter.”

You let out a quiet laugh before nodding, “May thy knife chip and shatter, friend.”

The two of you circle each other, your blade held in front of your face as you anticipate his movements. But Feyd knows he is unlike any other opponent you have gone up against. Your eyes go wide at how quickly he lunges at you, nearly managing to tackle you to the ground. You manage to dodge his advance in the nick of time. He can tell you found it too close for comfort. And before you can right yourself, he lunges again, this time managing to throw you off balance, smirking to himself as you stumble, catching yourself.

“Not bad,” you compliment, standing again, launching yourself at him, your blade clashing against his in a desperate attempt to regain your dominance, “What planet do you come from, my masked friend?”

Feyd does not answer, instead lunging at you once more, his body pinning yours to the ground. You stare up at him, your eyes wide as you grapple with him, doing your best to use your hips to push him off of you. But he is relentless. And eventually, you begin to tire.

And, to everyone’s surprise, the warrior princess yields. You stare up at Feyd, breathlessly voicing your defeat.

“I yield.” The two of you gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment, the silence in the arena deafening as you question, your voice uncharacteristically soft, “And might I finally learn the identity of my champion? My husband?”

He smirks at your words and removes his mask, unveiling himself as na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. And you do not shy away. You simply reach a hand out to caress his cheek. He has never been touched like this before. So gently, with so much care. Your hands are calloused, much as his are, your arms littered with scrapes and bruises from your endeavors. And each one of them is beautiful. He thinks he could spend eternity trying to count them, to place a kiss to every single one.

“Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,” you murmur, “My husband.”

“My princess,” he rasps, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closing, “My wife.”

And despite your father’s protests, you rise to your feet, lifting Feyd’s arm in the air beside yours, beaming out at the crowd, “I wish to pronounce na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen my champion. And my future husband.”

The night of your wedding comes quicker than either of you anticipate. After the ancient Harkonnen rites are completed, you and Feyd stand in front of the bed you are meant to share from this day forward. Feyd, for his part, is unsure of what to do. He has never been with a princess, after all, much less one he is meant to spend the rest of his life with.

Much less one he has loved since before he even met them.

You take his hand gently, bringing it to your face. Again, he feels that strange thudding in his chest, like someone has plunged their hand into his ribcage and is squeezing his heart. Your voice is gentle, unlike the way it sounds when the two of you are in public.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“Why would I be afraid of you? I bested you in combat?” He gives what could almost be considered a nervous chuckle.

You shake your head, your thumb running along his cheekbone before you pull him along to the bed, “You don’t have to wear a mask around me anymore. I know who you are. I accept all of you. I love all of you. Let me show you my love.”

Feyd gasps as you press your lips to his in a tender first kiss. He never expected this from you. He has never felt this before. Never in his life has he thought of himself as worthy of gentleness, of tenderness. But here, he is like wet clay in your hands, his lips eagerly chasing yours every time you break away for air. You gently push him down on the bed, undoing his shirt, your palms tracing over his pale, smooth skin. You press a kiss to his chest, down to his stomach before undoing the buttons on his trousers. Your strokes are featherlight and gentle even on his cock, your thumb pressing softly against the vein that runs along its underside, making him let out a choked moan.

You pull your hand back and he lets out a noise of protest at the absence of your touch, but you merely spit on your hand and begin again. And you gaze at him with the sweetest, kindest eyes he has ever seen in his life. He hardly knows what to do with himself, his breath quickening as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re beautiful,” you say softly, “We may be warriors in the arena. Even in the bedchamber at times, I don’t mind. But tonight? Let me be gentle with you. Let me show you what the touch of a lover can feel like.”

He nods, feeling weak and pathetic as his eyes water ever so slightly. He grabs your wrist, moving your hand away.

Feyd’s voice is low and husky as he speaks, “I want to be inside you.”

You smile, moving away from him just enough to slip out of your dress, revealing your bare body to him. It is not unblemished. You have scars, the scars of a warrior. And as you join your body with his, a low moan erupting from his lips, he presses a kiss to one on your shoulder, one on your chest. He’ll commit every scar to memory, watch as they begin to fade over time. But his love for you, his desire never will.

You move against him, his hands resting on your hips, your hair falling like a curtain around the two of you, protecting you from the outside world, from the expectations of his family and your own.

Feyd watches as you move your hand between where your bodies join to circle your swollen pearl. He pauses for a moment before sitting up, pulling you into a kiss, his hand replacing yours as he rolls his thumb against you, his breath mixing with yours as you reach your peak, moaning his name against his lips.

He reaches his own soon after, finding himself utterly spent, the sight of his black seed trickling down your thigh as you lay down beside him bringing a slight smirk to his lips.

No, not a smirk. A smile.

It was never like this with his Harpies, nor any lover he’s had before. He chuckles as you bite down gently on his shoulder, giving you an amused look as you gaze up at him.

“You’re like a little kitten,” he teases, wrapping his arms around you, a sense of calm coming over him, the likes of which he’s never felt before, “Go on, Princess. It’s alright.”

You laugh softly, biting again, your eyes slowly closing as you mumble, “You had best get some rest before our next round husband. I have no intention of being gentle this time around.”

He looks forward to that.

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen x you #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune x reader #dune x you #feyd x reader #feyd x you #feyd oneshot #my writing

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darksilvania · 1 year

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PARALOUSE (Bug/Water), SQUAKER (Water) & PARASCYLLA (Bug/Ghost) PARALOUSE (Parasite/Louse/Perilous) is a small bug type pokemon that lives among the corals, it awaits for a fish pokemon with a mout big enough to jump in, where it will eat and replace that pokemon's tongue. Once it has gained enough strenght by weakening its host it will evolve

PARASCYLLA (Parasite/Scylla) the "Mermaid" pokemon. It emerges from its host's mouth, the one it completely fills. At this point its host is competely taken over, becoming PARASCYLLA's new tail. To further keep its "tail" in place, it will stick its lower legs through the fish's gills, securing it in place.

SQUAKER (Squawk/Cracker) is a parrot fish pokemon that inhabits the same coral reef where PARALOUSE can be found, they love to feed on coral using their strong beaks to cut and swallow large chunks of it, which sadly makes it the perfect victim for PARALOUSE. How ever if SQUAKER manages to avoid becoming infected by PARALOUSE it can evolve into the dangerous PARROTEER (Parrot/Privateer)

PARROTEER (Water/Dark) is PARASCYLLA's natural predator, it preys upon PARASCYLLA with extreme prejudice, using its massive size and hard-as-rock head to knock them out, it then uses its bolt cutter-like beak to cut them in half by the waist, feeding only on the upper bug half and leaving the tails to sink to the bottom

PARALOUSE is based on the cymothoa exigua, a type of parasitic isopod that attached to fishes mouths replacing their tongues

PARASCYLLA is based on a twisted version of a mermaid with some inspiration is the Greek monster Scylla, a creature with the upper torso of a woman, but a lower body made out of heads and tails

SQUAKER is based on the Steephead parrotfish and its colors are based on the Scarlet Macaw

PARROTEER is based on the Humphead parrotfish and its colors are based on the Dracula Parrot, as well as being based on a Pirate

PARROTEER hunting and feeding only on PARASCYLLA is a reference to Pirates hunting mermaids as represented in some myths and popular media, like Peter Pan or Pirates of the Caribbean

At the moment, SQUAKER is the only suitable pokemon available in PARALOUSE's habitat for it to attach, but, if more pokemon were avaible it could attach to them as long as they met certain criteria: -Being a Fish (No mammals, reptiles of crustaceans) -Having a big enoug mouth Here are some examples of PARASCYLLA using other fish pokemons as its tail

The only exception to this rule being Gygantamax PARASCYLLA

#Pokemon #fakemon #fake pokemon #fish #isopod #water type #bug type #ghost type #dark type #parrotfish #mermaid #parasite #fish pokemon #scylla #greek mythology #pirate #privateer

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marrowdrip · 2 months

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*Good Girl*

Your eyes shoot open, staring widely at your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, as the sharp thought strikes your brain like a bolt of lightning.

*Good Girl*

You shudder with pleasure as your mind is suddenly and entirely consumed by those two words... The words your Owner whispers into your brain all the time... But Master didn't say those words this time, so where did they come from...?

*Good Girl*

You know you have to be a good girl, but of course you do. You need to be told what to do, what to think. Taking a deep breath, your thoughts retreat into the foggy pink cloud that your mind has become... Good girls don't think... Good girls are only pink...

Mindlessly going about your routine, your hands find the lip gloss on the bathroom counter top. Smiling vacantly at your own reflection, you admire the outfit you chose for the day; two braided pigtails surround your empty little head, resting on the pink crop top covering your tits. The words "angel baby" run across the top in black ink. Below your bare midriff is a pink and white mini skirt, just barely covering your tush, which is enhanced by the pink platform heels on your feet... Finally picking up the pink tinted glitter lip gloss, you rest your elbows on the counter to apply the gloss, bending at the hip to make it very clear you're not wearing panties. Almost as soon as the brush hits your lip for the first time, your eyes glaze over while staring deep into the mirror...

*Good Girl*

As if you were zoned out, suddenly everything becomes much more enhanced... Your elbows are aching from resting on the counter top for too long... Looking in the mirror, you realize you have put on too much pink glitter lip gloss... It's dripping off of your lips at this point... drip... drop... As if you were putting it on without stopping for ten minutes... Your lips are dripping... drooling... drip... drop... You can feel something dripping between your legs... Squirming and rubbing your thighs together... It feels like... cum... drooling from your pussy... drip... drop... Onto the floor next to your heels... Master's cum...? Your head is even more foggy then usual, but you manage to form some words....

"uuhn... M-m-maaaaaster..."

You look over at your Owner... He's naked, his cock pulsing from having recently unloaded, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks over at you... He can't hide his satisfaction...

"w-wh-what habbened?"

Your lips seem heavy as words almost spill from your lips; you find it difficult to speak as the excess lip gloss causes your speech to appear even slower and dumber than normal...

His words are a deep whisper in your ear, making you tremble as thoughts of obedience bubble through your mind... "Don't you remember, doll? I remodeled the bathroom... I installed the new mirror last night, don't you like it...?" Your lips hang open, vapidly drooling and dribbling down your chin as you stare up at Him with bambi eyes... He gently grip your jaw with my hand and whispers calmly, "Why don't you take another look?" He places another hand on the back of your head and gently forces your head to turn, until you face the mirror again, and a comforting sight awaits you... Master, naked and towering over his bimbo as she leans onto the countertop... dripping... drooling...

*Good Girl*

You zone in again, no longer in front of the mirror, and your tongue hanging out... no... It's licking... adjusting to your newfound position, you realize you've been obediently crawling and licking the bathroom tile... The cum that had been dripping out of your pussy onto the floor is now back within you... The flavor dances on your tongue as you lap and swallow until the floor is clean... Still, you're not in control of your body... As if in a trance, you use your fingers to open your mouth wide and move your tongue around, presenting your empty head up to Master while on your knees, wiggling your little tush...

"Good girl"

You shiver with pleasure as you hear your Owner actually utter the words this time...

"Now that you've swallowed up the mess you made, you need to clean up Master as well..." Crawling over to His cock, seemingly powerless to do anything except obey, your lips curve into an innocent smile as you kiss the tip of His cock before wrapping your lips around the head... Slowly, you begin bobbing your head up and down, leaving a trail of slime and pink glitter lip gloss on His shaft...Your mind quiets down as the confusion disappears now that you are where you're supposed to be... On your knees, serving Master... After several blissful minutes with your pigtails firmly in Master's clutches, you can feel His cock swell in your mouth before erupting at the back of your throat, cum coating your tongue as it's removed from your wet hole with a *pop.*

You lick your lips and grin up at me, happy you didn't spill any cum. Then, your eyes go wide and you yelp in surprise as Master uses one hand to grip the back of your head, just below your neck, lifting you up with ease and forcing you to look into the mirror...

*Good Girl*

When you zone in this time, you're laying on the bed, your hand desperately forcing a vibrator against your clit at high speed... You 'woke up' just in time to keep yourself from orgasming, pulling the vibrator away and riding the pleasurable waves of denial, as the bliss of obedience washes over you... You're a good girl... You will never forget your most important rule... You are only allowed cum when Master gives you permission... You sigh, as a silly grin spreads across your face as lay panting, empty, edged... Eventually, your eyes drift up to the ceiling... That's funny... When did Master install a mirror on the ceiling...?

*Good Girl*

#bimbo brainwashing #bimbo doll #bimbo training #brainwashing #bimbo hypnosis #brain melting #brainwash bimbo #hypnosis #mind control #bimbo worship

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xreaderbooks · 3 months

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Asphyxiated | Azriel

Summary: you overhear your mate talking to the inner circle about someone being clingy and annoying, and you decide to remove yourself from the court and your mate to avoid further humiliation.

based on this request

Warnings: language, insecurity, eavesdropping, feeling unworthy, court of nightmares, there's a stalker, some random OC, angst, miscommunication, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

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"Azriel," You sing his name as you walk into your secluded home. A decently sized cottage to fit your tall, broad, wide-winged mate, that you designed and built together, just outside the city of Velaris. "Look at what I brought you."

You walk into the sitting room where you and Azriel enjoy each other's company in peace, however rare the occurrence. He appears troubled in his sleep as you've found him lying on his back with his wings spread open and a hand draped over his eyes. He removes his arm from his face and blinks your way, feeling your presence as you enter the room.

"What do you have there?" His melodic voice makes your stomach flutter in a frenzy as it always does and you hope the bond doesn't translate too much to him, or his shadows, the gossipers that they are.

With a bright grin, you bring the box from behind your back and show him a white box with clear plastic for the perfect view of the treats inside. "Cupcakes," You reply cheerfully, awaiting a grateful response. "Went by the river today and Hilaria was working at the shop you like, did you know she found a job? how great for her!"

Azriel grumbles slightly and your smile falters but you don't let it show, opening the box you move to the couch and sit beside him with the room he gave you tucking in his wings.

"You got my favorite," Az murmurs, carefully taking out the beautifully decorated dessert. You take the statement as a note of appreciation for how well you know him, that much was obvious as you've known each other since birth practically, and in love with each other for half of that time.

He bent his neck down to kiss your cheek and muttering a thank you.

"Don't get too excited now, I heard from Rhys about where you're next assignment is gonna be and I expect a little something when you get back," You tease.

Azriel exhales through his nose and it sounds like a small laugh, "I'll be sure to return the favor if all goes well, love."

"What's wrong?" You ask, the energy in the room has been off since the moment you arrived and you couldn't deny it frightened you a little.

You and Azriel have been going through a rough patch, it happens as often as he overloads himself with work but you have always managed to work through it, it's never too serious mostly the both of you missing each other.

Whenever Azriel was working, you were home, and whenever you were working- he was home. You've spoken to Rhysand about your and Azriel's assignments but it wasn't about when he wanted you both to work, it was simply what needed to be done when it needed to be done.

Both of you being spymasters of the night court, it wasn't ideal to send you both on the same mission unless needed. Most of the time, either one of you or both of you were needed in separate places.

On the days, weeks- if you were lucky- months, that you had 'easy' assignments or days off, you spent it together. You and Azriel would spend time in bed or with your family, going on outings, and trying new things to add to the excitement of life. You loved to be together, your relationship being very sacred to both of you.

"Just tired," Azriel shrugs. You know him better though, something was bothering him that he didn't want to tell you.

You felt his frustration through the bond, you wanted to help him but knowing Az he'd tell you when he was ready.

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"-the fucking shop, I mean honestly how close is she trying to get?"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop. Originally you were coming by to talk to Rhys and Feyre about some of the rumors going around the court of nightmares, nothing too concerning but something that needed to be checked on the next visit. When you heard the muffled voices in the townhouse sitting room.

"Perhaps if you spent less time with her?" Mor suggested.

You couldn't think of anyone else Azriel might be spending time with if not for you. Did Azriel want to spend less time with you?

Your brain immediately jumps to conclusions, Azriel has been in his thoughts as of late, and he hasn't told you what's been bothering him. You thought it had something to do with the distance, perhaps a lack of communication. It was putting a strain on your relationship but you didn't think even more distance was the answer.

Azriel shakes his head insistently, "I don't spend time with her, ever. She finds me somehow, it's maddening and I can't tell Y/n to stay away while I figure out how to solve this, she's always just there."

It was like a dagger in your heart. If you were always there it was because you felt like you never spent time together, how were you supposed to have a relationship if you were never together?

You thought for sure, Azriel felt the same.

"She is a bit clingy," Cassian nods. You felt another pang in your chest, Cassian who was your partner in crime, Mor who was your favorite person to talk to about anything, and your mate had all agreed that you were too much.

"A bit is a bit of an understatement," You heard Feyre chuckle.

You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing, your fault for listening to a conversation you weren't privy to you suppose but you would've never guessed your family felt you smothered them.

Perhaps you were too clingy, you were over at their house every other day. You felt like you were dividing your time between the people you loved, maybe they didn't want you there, and you were an imposition on their daily schedule. You felt embarrassed and humiliated that they were in a meeting to discuss what to do with you.

"I can talk to her if need be, brother," Rhysand gives Azriel a reassuring nod.

Azriel shook his head, "No, no need. I will speak with her, it's my relationship, my responsibility."

Cassian snorted loudly, "Your need to fix things yourself is admirable brother, truly. Let us pray that this will not dig you a deeper grave."

You didn't hear the rest, didn't need to.

Silently, you slipped out the doors of the townhouse. You didn't want to lose your friends so if they wanted space- you'd give them space.

~~~

You disappeared for the rest of the day, and the next. You left a note to Azriel so he wouldn't worry- not that he wouldn't appreciate your shared home now all to himself. You still had your apartment in the city that you rented out when you moved in with Azriel.

There were currently no tenants as there were renovations to be done.

You avoided your room at the townhouse knowing you weren't as welcome as you thought. You didn't show up to training with Cassian and Azriel that morning. Instead, you met informants and did some investigating yourself.

You sent a letter to Rhysand with details on the Hewn City problem, told him that he should look into it as soon as possible, and asked if he wanted you to get a handle on it instead.

He replied with a note giving you thanks and telling you that he'd deal it himself but would call on you with the rest of the inner circle when the visit would happen.

Days passed by until it had officially been a week of no contact. Azriel had sent you letter after letter requesting to see you. You denied them all with sweet words to show that there was nothing wrong, that you didn't overhear what they said about you.

Where'd you go - A

Miss you -A

Come back, our home feels empty without you - Azriel

Are you alright? - Desperately need to see you, Az

Several letters with pleading undertones, each one more than the last.

Then letters from Cassian about training, you reassured him that you were following the usual routine. Mor had invited you to Ritas one night and lunch another day- you declined both with excuses of having too much work to focus on anything else. You didn't realize how much they felt it was an obligation to do things with you.

Eventually, the time came, and Rhysand called on you for the visit to the court of nightmares. You were anxious at the thought of seeing them again, maybe as time passed they would feel better with you around now that you gave them space.

~~~

You dressed appropriately for the setting, your leathers, and weapons strapped to your body. The scowl was natural as you hated being here, glares sent to everyone who looked your way, intimidation being the only way to survive this gods-forsaken place.

Bowing in front of Rhysand to fit the narrative, Feyre sent you a curious as you bowed to her, you felt her stroking the inner walls of your mind- a request to enter. You shut her out with strong mental walls, standing once she allowed you, and took your place next to Azriel, slightly behind him and Cassian.

Azriel's eyes followed you, he tried to brush a finger against your hand as you passed him but you clasped your hands behind your back. Through the bond, you felt a sting in your chest. You spared a glance at your mate, you missed him so much your body craved to be near him but you resisted.

It went as well as it usually did, a dramatically villainous speech from Rhys, with some added threats to those opposed to his reign. The High Fae in attendance got drunk on Faerie wine and danced with the whole night ahead of them.

Azriel attempted to talk to you over his shoulder, "Are you upset with me?" He muttered to you with a crease on his forehead.

You shook your head, "No, why would I be?"

"Where've you been?"

With the few looks you've gotten of his face he looked stressed, circles under his eyes, his hands were clenched and you could tell that it was to keep him from fidgeting.

"Now is not the time," You told him, straightening when you saw a reveler get too close to the High Lady.

"We're done here anyway," Rhysand's voice echoed in your mind. You didn't doubt Azriel heard him as well. You took your leave, Azriel right behind you, he caught up so quickly he held your wrist you didn't notice until you felt the world shift and you realized he traveled you both to your cottage home with his shadows.

Azriel had stood in the same spot he landed while you backed away from him a couple of steps.

"You've been avoiding me," A statement. It was heavy with questions, with want of information you didn't want to divulge.

You asked one of your own, "Have you watered the plants?"

"Have I watered the plants?" He scoffed out the last word. "I've barely been able to function without you, Y/n."

You flinched although he didn't yell but the tone in which he spoke felt like he was scolding you.

He continued, "Yes, I watered the plants."

A weak smile was pulled out of you, he probably loved those plants as much as you. You weren't as much a gardener as Elain but you managed a small garden of your own, they were like yours and Azriel's children, something you both grew together. A garden of both of your favorite flowers and fruits and vegetables.

"Seems like you've been functioning just fine," You responded in a smart tone, it just slipped out.

"Tell me what I did, please, it's driving me mad." He stepped in your direction, shadows reaching to touch you, and you saw Azriel forcefully reigning them in like he wanted to reach for you too.

You softened at the sight, "It's not something you did, Az."

"Something I said, then?" He didn't refrain from fidgeting now, in the comfort of the home, he fidgeted with his fingers. "Something I didn't say, I know I didn't want to talk about what was happening before, but I'll tell you whatever you want me to if you promise not to leave again."

You just about melted, you felt yourself wanting to sway at his beseeching. "What was happening before?" You questioned in barely a whisper.

"Hilaria happened. She- Nothing happened- I swear to you, she grew attached. She grew attached to me," He grimaced as he said it. "She was everywhere I happened to be, it wasn't normal, I've warned her off so many times I was glad you didn't notice. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable with her. The moment she got a job at the sweet shop, she got too close, you went there and I knew it wasn't a coincidence."

Azriel had a fucking stalker and you didn't know about it. That was what he was so stressed about. Hilaria- an Illyrian female who had a shitty life, Azriel had given her refuge, because she had no family left to care for her, and a female alone in that camp was no place to be.

You helped Azriel find her a living space, and gave her safety for her to heal from the traumas, she must've mistook that for something else entirely. You couldn't help but to feel bad for her.

"I went to Rhys, he and the others offered their advice and I tried to talk to her about her behavior. She didn't take it well, so we sent her to Dawn court with the assurance that they would do all they could to help her."

"You talked to the others about this?" It all made more sense now.

He nodded.

"Did Cassian say she was clingy?" You needed to be sure you were getting all the details now.

His brows furrowed, "How did you?"

"Because I was there when you were talking, but I didn't know you were talking about Hilaria." You sat on the couch slowly, forearms on your knees, hands clasped.

You laughed incredulously, slapping your hands to cover your face and running your hands into your hair. "I thought you were all talking about me."

"What?" Azriel's eyes were on you, deciphering your words when he pieced them together. "Why would we ever?"

"You weren't telling me anything about what was going on, I thought I was prying too much, I do spend a good bit of time with everyone, it wouldn't be too far off."

A smile tugged on his lips, one he was trying not to show. He was trying not to make you feel foolish but it was too late. "I love you, but this was not your wisest moment."

You grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him with little force, "Az!"

"You had everyone concerned, they thought they had offended you in some way."

"Of course not!" You shook your head in disbelief, at how easily your insecurity took over.

"Now my family has some attachment issues, you couldn't get rid of them if you tried, you would probably want space from them yourself."

You rolled your eyes knowing them all too well, centuries with them and you still felt undeserving.

Azriel kneeled in front of you taking your hands in his and settling them on your lap then caressed your face in his hands. "I could never not want you near me, you're everything to me, understand?" His hands gave your head a gentle shake in emphasis.

"I don't think you understand where my mind was at the moment," You avoided his gaze. You didn't want him to know, the feeling of not being worthy enough for him, how you compared yourself to everything in his past and it didn't seem plausible for him to accept you. When he did accept the bond, it was the greatest moment you ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Azriel was the love of your life, with and without a bond. It was hard for you to accept that he loved you without it if it wasn't for the fact that you trusted him to tell you the truth. He came to you and confessed his love and then the bond happened. You would have continued to pretend you weren't in love with him, otherwise.

"Do you not understand," Azriel sighed, "Do you not understand my love for you, at all?"

"It was easier to believe that you needed space from me," You confessed, shutting your eyes tight. Warm lips landed on yours, you were startled for a second before reciprocating the kiss.

He kissed you breathlessly, a minute, two or three- you didn't know how much time passed. Your blood pulsed in your ears, or was it his? it was rapid and created an electric current in your veins.

"I want to drown in your love, to be asphyxiated by it until all I know is you, in this life and after. I could never get enough of you." He whispered the promise on your lips with his eyes closed. You nudged your nose against his to open his eyes.

The warmth of his hazel eyes graced you and you murmur his name, he nudges your nose in response. "I love you."

Hours into the late night, after Azriel insisted on a bath together, you had a late-night snack nuzzled on the couch catching up on the lost time. You whispered sweet nothings to each other in bed with limbs entangled, and long-lasting kisses.

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feyascorner · 3 months

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Astarion would never admit it, but the charming lines he uses as a constant attempt to seduce you are not all his own.

He’s talented, he knows, at coming up with the heart skipping lines, describing in detail the massive amount of so-called ‘adoration’ he says he can give. He knows how to flirt, and he knows even better that despite the way you roll your eyes, he’s starting to wedge his way into your heart.

But sooner or later, ideas come to an end. And he’s starting to think you’re incapable of falling in love if he’s used all his lines and you still haven’t approached him. Perhaps you just don’t do romance. But hope wavers. Why he’s so adamant on wrapping you of all companions around his finger, he doesn’t know. He knows you’re the most difficult to seduce, yet he can’t help himself.

You’re almost like a drug to him.

So, unable to quit, he turns to his books. They’re sappy romances, and many of the lines even manage to make him scrunch his nose, scoffing at the sheer disbelief of how unrealistic some of the scenarios are. But hours upon hours later, he picks out some of the most upfront lines, because he’s sure you’ll just ignore him otherwise.

He knows you have little interest in romance, but he wants to entice you. He wants to be good enough for you to look at him.

“I must confess that the moment I laid eyes on you, everything in my body and soul told me you were the one.”

You stare at him, eyes lidded and barely fazed. Puzzled, he has no choice but to continue.

“My heart beats terribly, my beloved, whenever I see you bathing in the glory of the sun. My breath quickens, but vanishes when you get a step closer. My very existence, it seems, is meant to yearn for you,” he rattles off the lines of the book, as enticingly as he can, with eyes so seductive that they almost appear to glow. “Your beauty is unmatched with any other. If you asked, I would die—“

“—a million times in the thorns adorning my own desire,” you cut in, and his eyes widen. “The skies could fall and I would use my bloodied body to hold you up again, against the starry nights as a star gleaming brightest in its competition.”

As you finish the line, he blinks, completely and utterly confused. “How did you-“

“It’s my favorite book,” you confess sheepishly.

Astarion, for the first time, sees you as you are. He sees you as the being who yearns for love, just as a young maiden would yearn for their prince—perhaps even more innocent. He’s read you completely wrong, and he feels his throat close up. “It’s…it’s a childish one.”

Your cheeks burn, and he thinks you almost look cute. He rips away from the thoughts though, appalled at what he just considered. “I think it’s romantic.”

“No kind of love is so ideal.”

And while your face falls, you lift your head to look at him with squinted eyes. “…next time, just make your own lines—-or, at least, don’t choose ones that don’t fit you.”

“Don’t fit me? How so?”

“I doubt we would’ve fallen in love at first sight. You had a knife to my throat.”

“A loving knife.”

You stifle a laugh, and he swears he can’t take his eyes off of you. “Well…if you want, I have other books in my tent if you want to see…I have a few you might like, or at least, help.”

He just stares at you, only realizing moments later that you were awaiting an answer. “Ah, of course, darling. I’d love to accompany you. Perhaps I’ll learn a new line or two, though I doubt any writing has as much charisma as myself.”

You smile softly, nodding. “Okay then. Come over tonight after dinner, and I’ll show you.”

And as you walk away, he thinks that rather than him doing the charming and you falling irrevocably in love with him as it should have gone, your interaction has left him charmed instead.

It seems the romance novels are more than just effective at their jobs.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 x reader #fluff #bg3

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hannieehaee · 4 months

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hi! i hope u are doingg greattt! can u please do a wonwoo fic about when u get into an accident while ur husband!wonwoo was on a tour????????plzzzz do this fic and a happy endingg plzzzz

content: husband!wonwoo, idol!wonwoo, established relationship, gender neutral reader, angst, mentions of an accident, mentions of hospital, (tw for car accident implications), fluff, happy ending, etc.

wc: 1188

a/n: thank u for requesting!! sorry i took a lil while to get to it T-T

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wonwoo had never felt such fear in his life. i mean, how else was he supposed to react to such an unpredictable situation?

last he had spoken to you had been only three hours ago. on the phone. he had bid you goodbye for the night, letting you know he was about to go on stage and that he'd call you the next morning due to your time differences. he knew you'd be going home from work and head straight to sleep, so he didnt want you to feel like you had to wait up for him as he finished his never-ending setlist.

the next thing he knew, he was walking into the backstage area once more, exhausted but ready to head back to the hotel. except his plans had been interrupted by his manager, who pulled him aside to give him the grim news.

you had gotten on an accident on your way home. there were no more details at the moment. something about your best friend calling wonwoo from the hospital, but his manager had picked up, not understanding much from your friend's frantic rambles. wonwoo's heart immediately dropped at the implication. an accident could mean anything. it had happened on your way home, so that couldve implied a car accident .. wonwoo couldnt breathe anymore. the more he thought, the more his heart raced. his breath became heavy at the bare thought of you scared and alone while at home, not having your husband by your side.

he had been having fun on stage with his best friends while you had gotten hurt. there was no way for him to forgive himself for not being with you right now. he called your phone over and over as he ran to his assigned car, not even caring to change out of his concert ensemble. in the meantime he had his manager book him a flight to you immediately, not giving a second thought to any repercussions to his absence.

it took him a while to receive a response from you, or well, your best friend. she had called from your phone, letting him in on more details of your accident. wonwoo couldnt help but let out a sigh of relief at the news. you were okay. you were alive. you had swerved too harshly in order to avoid a deer that had gotten in your way, which caused the car to crash against a tree. the hood of the car was destroyed beyond reparation, but you had been left injured, but almost unscathed past a few broken bones. it was a broken arm, a broken collarbone, and a few scratches (re: a ton), but it was manageable. he would still dote to you until you healed, but he was just extremely content that you were okay.

regardless of your state, wonwoo still insisted on flying out to you. according to your best friend, you were still passed out. fortunately for wonwoo, his flight would take him to you within five hours, meaning you'd likely be awake by the time he got to you. his heart couldnt help but continue to race for you. the scare was still fresh in his mind, and the thought that he wouldve been away from you had it been something worse made him want to repent.

somehow he managed to fall asleep during the flight, only to be awoken by his manager the moment the plane landed. thankfully, it had been an unplanned flight, which meant wonwoo had the luxury of no one awaiting him at the airport. he had covered himself up – a bucket hat and a face mask sufficed to get him to where he needed to be with no recognition. he made the trip as quick as possible, feeling an instinctual need to be by your side.

after some very inconvenient paperwork, he made it to your room, standing outside as he pondered as to why he was scared to go in. you were fine. and probably even awake by now. but he couldnt help but think: it had taken him a total of seven hours to get to you. if anything ever happened to you, his idol schedule would always get in the way. your husband was not truly a husband. he was always away, always prioritizing his work and his fans, unable to tend to you in such moments. he always knew you'd be better off with someone who partook a more conventional career, but moments like this truly proved his theory.

even now, he felt like a terrible partner. he was pitying himself instead of checking on you. the realization made him shake his head at his own thoughts, forcing them away as he walked in. any thinking prior to that moment had been useless, as his heart became swollen with adoration the moment he saw you look up at the door, smiling as soon as your eyes landed on him. you didnt pay mind to your injuries, sitting up and extending your healthy arm towards him to draw him in.

he couldnt help but fall into your arms, doing his best to avoid any broken bones as he held you against him. he was aware that some of his body weight was above you, but you wouldnt let him pull away to readjust. you wanted him in your arms as much as he did you.

damn any insecurities wonwoo had. he'd be selfish and keep you to himself. if he had to exhaust himself through hours of travel to get to you, he would. or even better, he'd take you with him from now on. be damned anything that tried to get in the way of him and his love.

"my love ..."

"dont worry, nonu. im fine! it was just a freak accident. you didnt have to come, but ... fuck, im so happy you're here," you rambled as soon as you pulled away, still keeping him sitting on the bed as you leaned as close to him as possible.

"ill always come, you know that," he paused, "you scared the fuck out of me, i ... that call. ive never been more terrified. im sorry i wasnt here, im sorry i-"

"wonwoo, no! i understand. i cant believe you flew all the way to see me even if its just a few broken bones. im sorry i scared you."

his hand made its way to your cheek, caressing it gently as he smiled sweetly at you, "dont apologize. ill take a million scares if it means you're okay. i ... is it okay if i stay? i want to take care of you. actually, no, i dont care if its too much, i- i need to be by your side. can i?"

"yes. you dont have to ask, i always want you here."

"good. ill take you home with me as soon as you're discharged. never letting you out of my sight again."

"what about tour, you-"

"shh. ill take care of it. you're my priority. ill take care of you, okay? i love you."

"i love you more, nonu."

he let yet another sigh of relief at those five words, knowing that as soon as he heard those words, he'd be okay. you'd both be okay.

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Sticky Fingers | Maknae Line

When you shoplift at the store and get caught by the manager, a punishment awaits you in the backroom.

Contains: Reader is being sexually punished for stealing, reader gets fucked in various positions, some degrading, rough sex, overstimulation, powerplay, noncon and dubcon elements, vibrator used, cum in face, upside down fucking

Jungkook

“Good, don’t stop sucking until I tell you to stop.” The man ordered, hovering over you, watching you suck his cock. “Should’ve tried stealing from a different shop, might’ve gotten away with it. Dumb little thief.”

You were on your knees in a back room at a store you had just tried to steal from. You had been caught by the owner and dragged into the room. He told you that he was going to call the cops and you panicked, begging him not to. He seemed like he was going to relent but then he said there had to be some form of punishment and that was when he pulled out his cock and demanded that you suck it.

Jungkook groaned. “Keep going.”

You did as he ordered, not that you had much of a choice. You couldn’t afford to have a criminal record and the man had made it clear that if you refused he would call the cops immediately. So you kept sucking his cock, bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

Jungkook pulled away and pulled you up by the arm. He pulled you over to a desk in the corner and placed you on it. He flipped your skirt up and then tugged your panties down.

You hadn’t even realized you were aroused. But the thrill of being caught combined with the fact that you were actually a bit of a slut was enough to turn you on. Your pussy was soaking wet and Jungkook wasted no time lining up and pushing into you.

“A-ah!” You gasped as he pushed all the way into you.

He started thrusting in and out of you, his fingers digging into your hips, using them to pull you back against him, pushing deeper into you.

You gripped the edges of the desk and held on as he fucked you. The wood was uncomfortable but you didn’t dare to speak up.

The door to the room was unlocked, but thankfully no one was out front, otherwise they would hear the sound of his thighs slapping against his thighs, the desk creaking, and the moans and whimpers coming from your lips.

Your pussy felt so full, stuffed with his thick cock. It was throbbing and dripping, clenching around him.

“Sir, I’m sorry…” You whined as he picked up the pace.

”No you’re not.” Jungkook pulled out and flipped you over, the room temporarily spinning.

Jungkook pushed in and started fucking you from behind, the new angle causing him to hit a new spot deep inside of you, a place no other guy had ever managed to reach.

It was overwhelming and you were sure your orgasm was going to come any moment now.

You gasped as the pleasure became too much and you came around his cock, your whole body shaking.

“Not done with you yet, you think just because you had a slutty orgasm, that I’d let you go? That I wouldn't get to fill your slutty cunt with my cum? You think wrong. Your punishment isn't over yet, not until you're stuffed full of cum. You don't want anyone to know that you're a criminal, do you?” He mocked, slapping your ass.

He didn’t stop thrusting, didn't stop pounding into your sensitive hole.

And like that, he kept fucking you until he filled you with his cum.

Taehyung

“Ah!” You cried out as you tried to move away, but you were firmly pulled back by the manager.

“What? You want to steal but not deal with the consequences?” His arm locked in place around your waist as his other pushed the vibrator inside further into your pussy.

You had stolen some items from his store, which led to him catching you in the act. After begging and pleading with him, the manager agreed to not call the cops if you were punished. You weren’t expecting him to demand you suck his cock, but that had only been the start. Now he had you on his lap with your legs spread open and the toy vibrating inside of your pussy.

“Sir, please, I won’t do it again…I swear. Just let me go, please, I promise, I won’t steal anything from your store again. I won't ever come back, I'll even give you back everything I stole…” You whimpered.

Taehyung took the dildo out of you. You felt relieved for a second before you were pulled off his lap and turned around so you were facing him.

He looked you in the eyes as he pushed his cock into you, his gaze unwavering.

“O-oh!” You whimpered, feeling his cock slide into you, your body easily accepting him, your cunt practically sucking him in.

Once he was completely inside of you, the manager started to move. His hips moving quickly, thrusting up into you.

It was a completely different sensation than the toy. It wasn't like anything you had experienced before. He was able to push deep inside of you, and he wasn't holding back.

His movements were almost frantic, a sense of urgency behind each movement.

“You make a better whore than a shoplifter.” Taehyung chuckled. “I'll be taking this as payment for what you've stolen. You owe me. Now, ride me.”

You nodded obediently. You lifted yourself up and began to bounce, the pleasure growing. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you.

Taehyung leaned back, watching you, a smirk on his face. “Shit, I’m going to fill up that tight pussy. And you're going to take every last drop, aren't you, my little thief?” He mocked.

You could only moan in response.

Taehyung started to buck his hips, matching your rhythm. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, your cunt getting tighter around him.

Your legs started to shake, and you could feel the heat building up in your core, the pleasure building, growing stronger, and Taehyung took over, pounding upwards into you. You cried out as you came around him, your juices dripping out of your cunt and down onto him.

You felt a gush of warmth, the feeling of him filling you up, and he moaned, his eyes falling closed.

“Mm, good girl.” He opened his eyes and looked at you, pushing you off his lap. “Get out of here before I change my mind and decide to call the cops.”

Jimin

“You really thought you could stuff your bag and get away with it? Do you take me for some idiot?” The manager mocked as he bounced you on his cock.

“No… no, sir!” Fuck, you were going to pass out. This man was fucking you just right, you had practically turned into jelly in his arms. Jimin had lifted you off the floor and now he was fucking you mid air, bouncing you on his cock as he stood in the middle of his office.

You had been caught stealing from the shop he worked at and he decided he was going to teach you a lesson. He had ripped your leggings down your thighs and was now plunging his cock in and out of your pussy with an incredible pace. You moaned, clinging to his shoulders for support. You felt so lightheaded.

Jimin looked you up and down, your body limp, a look of pure bliss on your face. He smirked, continuing to fuck you hard. You were such a slut.

You cried out when you felt the pleasure build up, reaching your limit, but just as you were about to cum, Jimin switched positions. He lowered you down, your body upside down, legs hanging in the air. The back of your head and shoulders touched the floor as he held you by the hips, before he started pounding into you again. You cried out. You were so fucking sensitive and he was hitting all the right spots, it was driving you insane.

Jimin was relentless, watching as your body tensed and your face scrunched up. He gripped onto your thighs as he continued to thrust downward, deep into your pussy.

You came, and it was like a million fireworks going off in your head. Your whole body buzzed, and the room began to spin. You felt your legs begin to go numb as your body twitched. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, causing him to moan.

Jimin kept fucking you, even after you came, causing you to moan and squirm. Your legs kicked around, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but the manager was holding them down, keeping them spread.

He grunted, feeling his cock twitch. He was close. He fucked you hard, making sure you felt every inch of his dick. You were practically drooling. You were completely dazed.

With one final thrust, he pushed his cock deep into your pussy, unloading his hot cum. You could feel it filling you up, and it made you shudder. You came again.

You whimpered when you felt his cock slip out of you. Your lower body dropped to the floor as he let go of your legs, causing them to land with a thud. You winced.

Jimin stood above you, watching you catch your breath. “Suck me off and we won't have any more problems, got it, thief?” He said.

You nodded slowly, still coming down from the high.

He smirked, leaning down, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you up. You took his cock and started to suck him off, Jimin bobbed you head back and forth, fucking your mouth.

Jimin groaned as his cock hit the back of your throat, feeling your tongue slide against the shaft. He threw his head back, letting out a few moans.

After a while, you were getting tired, but the manager wasn't done with you yet. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied, and when he finally was, he pulled his cock out. “Fuck!” He cussed, jerking himself off until his hot cum splattered onto your face.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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hiii, i love your works so much!! i enjoy them so much and im so thankful that you share it with us 🫶if it’s possible i have a request please - maybe something with lando and the trope “she fell first, he fell harder” 🥹🤍

Get A Hold Of Yourself - LN

I don't think this is a trope I've ever written, like even in stuff that I've not published, it might end up being long but I kind of love this trope so...let's see how it goes.

Also got kind of the whole grid giving the reader some love and support (not mentioned by name or like interacting w her) at one point, nothing romantic between her and other drivers but yeah just as part of the plot.

"Jesus, can you put your tongue back in your mouth? You'll be dragging it around the paddock soon." Y/f/n scolds while they sit in the paddock. She's an Aston Martin marketing assistant while y/n works in the F1 marketing team, in charge of running the Instagram with a couple other people.

"It's not fair." Y/n sighs shaking her head.

Y/n actually started working as an intern the same year Lando started as a rookie and she may or may not been the leading person behind drawing attention to all the rookies that year. But she's always found herself drawn to Lando.

But it's 2023 and 100 races later, she's still not found it in herself to ever get beyond a singular conversation with the McLaren driver.

"Maybe if you actually made a move."

"You're insane. We all remember Lando's poor girlfriend last year." Y/n sighs shaking her head. "Anyway, I'm hardly his type."

"Y/n!" Y/n's very grumpy boss, Sandra exclaims looking at her in completely and utter hatred. Apparently she's to impressed to see that she made her employee jump. "Oh I'm sorry, did I scare you while you give yourself a break?"

"Sorry." Y/n murmurs standing up while y/f/n's rolls her eyes, she thinks the F1 social media manager is an absolute bitch and actually so does the rest of the paddock.

They're all secretly hoping that y/n will be promoted to take her job soon enough. Little does y/n know that a few of the drivers saw the mistreatment and they're not going to be standing for it.

By the time of the next race weekend, y/n is completely unaware of the drivers having all managed to group together to go to the F1 media manager about the behaviour of the social media manager and treatment towards y/n.

"Hey, y/n." Lando greets as she walks through the paddock just heading towards the line up for the driver's parade.

"O-Oh, hi Lando." Y/n smiles flushing pretty hard, as she always does with him interacting with her. "What can I help you with?"

"Maybe I just want to catch up with you. Do I need to have any other reason?" Lando shrugs making her face nearly explode. Maybe she's just spontaneously combust.

Get a hold of yourself. Lando is a nice guy and he's just being nice to you like everyone else is. Do not let your crush make you that delusional.

"That's nice of you." Y/n finally murmurs as they begin to walk in to where the rest of the driver's are await for the driver's parade.

Truth be told, Lando is biting his tongue of the news that all the drivers have had it confirmed to them that y/n would be finding relief of the position of her manager and while it wasn't confirmed she'd be trusted with the newly open position. They're almost certain that's what's happening.

They get up onto the open trailer on a truck since they're not going with the vintage cars that they sometimes use for the driver's parade and have primarily favoured this year.

Lando sucks to y/n the whole time to the point that she can't escape him and continues to get flustered as she tries to actually go her job. Though the rest of the drivers do notice Lando trying to constantly have the young woman's attention.

"Hey, Lando. Leave the poor girl alone." Carlos laughs clamping his hands down on Lando's shoulders to force him still. "She's trying to work."

"I think Lando might have a think for you." Y/f/n states making y/n look up from her lunch with a frown. "I'm not playing with you."

"Yes you are."

"No. I'm not. How many times has Lando been coming back around and speaking to you?"

"Not that much." Y/n denies though even she has to admit that Lando seems to be getting more and more present around her. "Don't even get my hopes up. Everyone knows he's been spotted with a few different girls through the year."

"Stop being dramatic. You've hooked up with members of the teams. even a McLaren mechanic."

"You promised not to mention that...I never should've let you take me out while I had a cold. Thanks for telling me afterwards that medication made alcohol practically send someone sides way." Y/n grumbles before she grimaces at the memory. "I hope he doesn't know that-oh god what if he thinks I'm just going to hook up with him?"

"He's not thinking that. Trust me, no one is thinking that."

Y/n nearly whines feeling the anxiety build just over the idea.

"You're an idiot." Y/f/n sighs shaking her head before the media manager for F1 comes up to them.

"Y/f/n, do you mind giving y/n and I a moment?"

There's a brief moment of high tension silence before y/f/n jumps up rambling a yes before her spot is taken by the media manager.

"Don't worry you're not in trouble, y/n. Stop looking so terrified of me." Vinnie chuckles before sighing and looking almost guilty. "Y/n, a couple weeks ago. A few of the drivers and other members of staff reported to me that Sandra has been bullying you and treating you very harshly. I want you to know that I understand how concerned people have to be to group together and report it and I don't tolerate that work atmosphere. So she is leaving the team."

"I...don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. This is what should be done. But I would like for you to take the open job. You have been with us for 4 years now, I think you do an amazing job. It comes with a raise. What is there to stop you? So would you be happy to take the job?"

"I...yes."

"Ok, good. And make sure to thank Lando too. He seemed to be the leading force behind getting everyone to speak up about Sandra."

"He was?"

"Yeah."

He's being nice. He's a nice guy. A nice guy that your dumbass has just fallen harder for than you realised you could.

"Well we'll sort out contracts later. Thank you for the talk."

"Thank you. For...for all of it." Y/n swallows before Vinnie stands up and walks away while she grins, nearly beaming to herself before she gets up deciding she's got a boost in confidence and intends to use it even if she doesn't feel like it'll last long.

She manages to track down Lando who is at the pit wall with his race engineer Will. But he spots her and stops the conversation.

"Lando...I..." A choke up really?

"You..." Lando teases making her face burn up, or at least that's how it feels. Is she actually on fire? "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I uhhh just Vinnie told me that I should thank you."

"No need to thank me. You don't deserve to be humiliated like that." Lando shrugs then reaching forward to push some hair out the way that had blown into her face. "Come with me, I was just about to head off anyway."

"O-Ok." Y/n nods while looking at Will who waves at the two before the expression on her face reads easily.

They walk for a bit with Lando checking his phone which begins to let the doubt set in but he shoves it into his pocket and looks up at her.

"I uhh...Vinnie actually promoted me too. So I'll have Sandra's job. Guess I really owe you a lot." Y/n rambles while Lando smirks a little.

"Do that mean I'm going to get some posts on the F1 page that compliment me and my amazing talent?" Lando questions making her sigh a little before she looks at him. "You want to grab some lunch together?"

"I could eat." She nods trying not to let her internal excitement over the idea of getting lunch with him. It's no big deal.

They spend quite a while eating, certainly longer than Lando is supposed to be spending eating. Y/n is almost certain of that. The driver's schedules usually have some structure, but the way he is looking at her right now is making her not want to speak up on the matter.

But eventually he's called away by someone from his own media team and the young woman looks unimpressed to see y/n sitting there with the driver.

"Hey, this is...my number, text me and we'll arrange to go golfing." Lando states as if that had been the point of the conversation at any point during the conversation. "See you later."

"I-Yeah, see you later." Y/n nods looking down at the napkin which has his number written on it.

A lot of the F1 team doesn't have close enough friendships to have the numbers of any of the drivers. Many of them want their privacy respected so they just keep their numbers to themselves.

Y/n is almost in shock as she is sort of escorted out of the McLaren unit and when she steps out she feels. There’s must’ve been some sort of universe swap in the past few days where Lando has gone from somewhat acknowledging her as an acquaintance to actually sitting down and talking to her. She actually feels like a rogue fan.

Y/n didn't text Lando. In fact with the next weekend being a race weekend means that she's got y/f/n there to help support her in her panic over the fact it's been days and she hasn't texted Lando.

“Maybe it’s some sort of prank. Oh got what if i’m a dare?”

“Lando is a bit old to be playing the of I dare you to date that girl or pretend you like her kind of game." Y/f/n states while y/n sighs nearly in distress. "Here just let me message him, since you are panicking like a moron."

"Such kind words." Y/n murmurs before handing her phone over with a sigh. "Don't make it cringy. I hate when messages are cringey."

"Me too." A voice comments as a body sits down next to her. "Who you messaging?"

"No one." "You."

The look y/f/n gets from y/n might actually have been enough to make her heart still for a moment.

"Me?" Lando smirks making y/n snatch her phone back.

"Moron." Y/n grumbles as y/f/n winks at her then stands up and leaves. "Don't listen to her."

"So she was texting someone else on your phone?" Lando questions looking not quite as playful as she thinks he means to sounds. "Quite few guys around the paddock have a bit of a crush on you. It'd be no surprise if-"

"I'm sorry?" Y/n chokes out just completely unfamiliar with the whole idea of people having a crush on her. "People have crushes on me?"

"Everyone makes it so obvious." Lando scoffs making her frown in confusion as to why he'd be annoyed about it.

"Well I don't like them back." Y/n murmurs making him turn to look at her but she's already refocused her gaze on her own hands. "I should go."

"No, y/n wait." Lando rushes out before then making her stop. "I'm sorry. I just...Can we go on a date?"

"Y-Yes."

"Perfect." Lando smiles then smirking a little. "No need to message me any cringy messages then."

Y/n grimaces trying to maintain her composure which is not easy.

Lando managed to arrange a date to a restaurant, always finding that the simple dates do seem to allow him to really got to know someone. But he also knows that y/n, while initially shy (at least around him), is actually a talker and he may have a had a few tips after a conversation with y/f/n who told him she can ramble for hours and if he listens then he'll know more about y/n than she knows about herself.

As he waits for her to arrive, he sighs trying not to overthink like he has every second since he realised he may have really started to catch feels for her.

He'd always noticed her, they came into F1 the same year. Her as an intern, him as a driver, so slightly different in that aspect. But she's been there every day that he has and when he saw her being so harshly spoken to (not for the first time) by Sandra, there was something that boils in his blood and he nearly instantly went to Vinnie with a complaint.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. stupid traffic." Y/n breathes, rushing past him and landing in the seat with such force she nearly tips it over and definitely has a split moment that she has to steady herself using the table.

She looks a little windswept and Lando can't even hide his smile when she shifts to look at the menu, clearly rushing to choose something to eat since she is running late.

"You're not late." Lando states making her look up, her body relaxing at the sight of seeing him so genuinely happy to see she's there at all. She did catch a glimpse of him before her saw her and he looked almost annoyed and since she is 5 minutes late to the time she was supposed to be there she feared it was her.

"I am a little. You weren't waiting long were you?"

"No. I mean I actually only sat down a couple minutes ago. We were both late a little." Lando smiles making her settle a bit more and for some reason that brings some more comfort to Lando. As if he being comfortable around him because he's the actively doing something to make her relax.

Y/n ends up ordering chicken alfredo and Lando gets katsu curry. Once they've ordered, that's when y/n begins to ramble trying to fill the silence. Clearly y/f/n wasn't lying when she said that y/n can't allow for comfortable silence to ever have a chance to exist. She'd rather talk till someone joins in to actually make it a conversation or talk till she's out of breath.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/n asks once their meals are placed down.

"Just...it's nice hearing you talk." Lando shrugs almost being too honestly and suddenly wondering if maybe he was too honest there. "You always seem to go quiet when I come talk to you in the paddock."

"I do?" Oh I know I do.

"Yeah, but this is nice." Lando shrugs making her nod a little, seeming to go quiet again. "No, don't go quiet again. I really like hearing you talk about...anything."

"I just don't know what to talk about now." Y/n laughs nervously before she swallows thickly. "Why did you ask me out?"

Why did he ask her out? It's good question. Just not one he was prepared for.

"I stopped being stupid." Lando shrugs watching her look at him with some wide eyes. "What?"

"I just didn't expect that answer." Y/n murmurs before swallowing thickly, her body looking a little tense again before she slumps a little and wrinkles her nose a little before picking up her cutlery. "Are you looking forward to the race?"

"I'm looking forward to seeing you have to post about my highlights and amazing performance. You do always seem to give me some extra nice praise." Lando smirks then watching her shovel an impressive amount of pasta into her mouth to keep herself quiet. "You can't eat forever, you have to finish that meal."

Y/n chews almost looking at him stubbornly as she struggles to swallow the mouthful that was far too much for her to actually chew.

"I post the most complimentary stuff about Max and Yuki.'

Lando rolls his eyes at that. Max being posted about positively is a given, he's unstoppable. Yuki being posted about positively, well everyone loves Yuki. Anyone that doesn't like him is just being an asshole.

"But maybe...I post nice things about you when I can-but you've been performing really well this year, so I think I have good reason."

Did Lando's heart just melt so quickly it might've been burned a hole through his chest? Yes. Was it because she said he was performing well? No, though under normal circumstances that would've been an ego boost. It was her nervous smile at the end of her rambling.

Y/n spend the rest of the date rambling between trying to eat and Lando...well Lando realises that what he thought was him ignoring her very obvious and apparent crush on her all these years was a mistake. He didn't take the time to get to know her or spend time with her, when other drivers would say she was the sweetest person in the F1 media team, he sort of shrugged it off. It's not that he didn't agree or even disagree, but he just didn't think about her that much.

Then suddenly things sort of changed at the start of this season, but he just figured that maybe he was spending more time with her just randomly. He always sort of knew she had a crush on him, but she's not the only one in the paddock. That's not him being cocky either, that's the case for a lot of the drivers with others who work in the teams.

Her friend y/f/n notoriously has a crush on Lewis and fumbles any time the living legend even shoots her a smile of acknowledgement.

"I'm not complaining, I just think you should know that I noticed and I think it's nice." Lando states trying to ease the very obvious nerves that look like they're about to be the reason her pasta might reappear in the least graceful way.

It took a few more races and a couple more days for things to progress into something a little less nervous from y/n. Lando, in that time, had completely fell hard for her. He had went from a slow interest and endearment to face-planting into the ground over her.

Admittedly, he never expected to really fall in love with this girl. Especially when he was so certain after last year's failed relationship that maybe he's just too young for such a serious relationship. But maybe it was just that he hadn't met the right person.

Y/n is impossible to hate. When F1 fans realised she was promoted to being in charge of the entire social media of F1. They were so excited to see how she would change the F1 social medias. Not that the instagram would change but she's changed the twitter (sorry X), TikTok, Facebook and she's still working on changing the rest. Youtube requires a bit more effort since a lot of content is complications, highlights or pre-recorded videos.

The relationship has slowly been getting picked up on by fans capturing some sweet moments of Lando rushing to hug her, goofing around with her and often just bugging her when she is actually trying to work.

For example, right now.

"Lando...I'm trying to make an upload schedule." Y/n laughs before hissing when Lando nips her thigh with his teeth and nudges up her skirt only for her to use one hand to try and stop any further movements. "Behave."

"Most women wouldn't turn down attention from their boyfriends." Lando hums before placing a kiss on the skin he'd bitten, smiling when he feels her hand push through his hair. "Can you hurry up with the schedule? I don't want to waste the small amount of free time we have before we have to be at the paddock."

"We? I have to be there before you. And free time? I'm working right now."

"You wouldn't be if you let me get my way."

Y/n sighs typing for another minute before tossing her phone away and it;'s the only green light Lando needs to shift upwards. Not being able to hide his smile when her hands cup his face when he finally gets high enough to kiss her.

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rolanpilled · 5 months

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BG3 Patch 5 Spoilers

WARNING: BG3 SPOILERS AHEAD!

New content from the ending scene of BG3. This is all from the perspective of a redeemed Dark Urge who romanced Shadowheart and Halsin, and recruited every "good" ally possible.

people at the party: all your companions, scratch, owlbear, volo, and a bard in the middle playing a song (his name is milil)

lae'zel is the only one who isn't here physically, she sent an astral projection instead because she's been busy fighting vlaakith

astarion explains why he ran away (ashamed) when the sunlight hit him, he's become a "hero" who adventures and has accepted himself

(romanced halsin) you can hug halsin, he's missed his friends and you. you can do both the hug and the kiss, it's really sweet. he's turned the shadowlands into a community, repursing reithwin and moonrise towers into homes for people

jaheira's daughter rejoined the flaming fist, she's been working on rebuilding the harper network. the upper city was entirely destroyed by the battle but has been mostly rebuilt. she jokes that you might be a parent soon

wyll gives you a choice between three stories, a stegosaur/dinosaur battle, an impossible lich, or a young dragon. he lost his warlock powers but has been managing the best he can, and has become a RANGER ("a true hunter of monsters"). duke ravengard is commanding the flaming fist and help rebuilding the city, and he's very proud of his son

minsc and boo guard the streets while jaheira is "occupied with harperish manners". they "went to give a tickle" to the zhentarim, then got locked up in a zhentish cell, awaiting execution? idk if i'm reading incorrectly but he seems to be implying that he actually GOT executed but withers brought him back just in time lmfao

gale has become "professor gale dekarios of blackstaff academy, educator of the esteemed school of illusion". tara is with him. he surrended the crown of karsus to mystra, who cured him of the orb in exchange (his tattoo is gone), though his students still think he's explosive (he implies that he uses it as a threat to keep his class under control). he tells his students about your adventures together. he also implies you're welcome to visit his tower

shadowheart (main romance) - the game told me that we settled down together to live a happy, peaceful life on a farm in the countryside. shar still hurts her (if parents are saved), especially when she can sense that SH is enjoying herself, but it's been getting less frequent because she's been "losing interest". there's a new hug and kiss scene for her too, so i'm assuming this is for ALL companions and not just halsin/SH/whoever

withers will speak to you about karlach, explaining that she won't be able to come back. he jokes about her, which is rare for him, and you're given to opportunity to grieve her loss. in "a dozen tendays" (assumedly how long bg3 is), "an entire life was lived, she lived several centuries" (not exact quote).

milil, the bard playing in the center, does NOT want to be there. he's pissed that no one recognizes him (he's pissed specifically that i'm a bard and don't recognize him), i had to pass a deception check to recognize him and he cheered up and offered to change the song he's playing

there's a chest called "Chest of Grateful Words" filled with letters from your allies!

"Official Guild Letter"

"Letter from Barcus"

"Letter from Art"

"Letter from Valeria"

"Letter from Ravengard"

"Letter from Sebastian"

"Letter from Florrick"

"Letter from the Gur" (unascended Astarion)

"Letter from Alfira" (durge, killed quil grootslang)

"Letter from Dammon"

"Letter from Elminster"

"Letter from Nocturne"

"Letter from Voss"

"Letter from Hope"

"Letter from Mayrina"

"Letter from Nine-Fingers"

"Letter from Zevlor"

"Harp-stamped Letter"

Baldur's Mouth Gazette

If you find anything interesting I missed, please let me know.

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hemmingsleclerc · 4 months

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Welcome Back ┃Sebastian Vettel

Pairing: sebastianvettel x wife!

summary: sebastian and his wife give a surprise visit to the drivers

The sun was setting over the prestigious circuit, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling F1 paddock. The air was filled with the heady aroma of fuel and excitement, as fans and teams prepared for the next race. Unbeknownst to the drivers, a surprise awaited them in the form of a familiar face.

Sebastian Vettel, four-time Formula 1 world champion, was near the paddock entrance with his wife Y/N. After a brief hiatus, they returned to the racing world, not as competitors, but as spectators and supporters. As they walked through the meadow, whispers of excitement and surprise followed them.

Sebastian and Y/N decided to visit the drivers, many of whom had considered Vettel as a role model and mentor throughout their careers, and Y/N as a second mother, having always been there for them since their beginnings. Their first stop was the Scuderia Ferrari garage, where Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz were engrossed in pre-race conversations with their engineers.

The moment they entered, the atmosphere changed. Leclerc and Sainz turned to see the iconic duo standing there with warm smiles. The garage buzzed with excitement as the younger drivers embraced Sebastian like a long-lost friend and Y/N, with her gentle lover, radiated warmth, making the meadow feel like a homecoming.

"It's amazing to have you both here," Charles exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration. "We've missed having both around!"

Carlos nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's like having our racing parents back. How's life outside the cockpit treating you?"

Sebastian chuckled, "It's different, but we're enjoying the change. And we couldn't resist coming back to witness the thrill of F1 and catch up with all of you."

The surprise visit continued as the couple toured the paddock. Each meeting was marked by genuine enthusiasm and candid conversations. Max Verstappen, who upon seeing them from afar, ran towards them and hugged them tightly, excited to tell them all of his achievements that he had managed to achieve thanks to their help and support. Lando Norris, who almost fainted from excitement when he saw them in front of him, grabbed them both by the arms and took them to the McLaren garage, eager to introduce them to his new partner, Oscar, and the other drivers enthusiastically shared stories of their trips in the mountains. races and asked the experienced couple for advice.

As Sebastian and Y/N approached Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes garage, the air was filled with anticipation. Hamilton, Y/N's old friend, rival and former teammate, greeted them both with a warm hug along with a big smile on his face.

"Seb, Y/N, it's been too long!" Hamilton exclaimed. "This paddock hasn't been the same without you. We need your wisdom and humor back in the game."

Sebastian grinned, "Well, we're here to bring some of that back, at least for today. But remember, you're doing just fine without us. Keep pushing, and the wins will come."

''It's good to see that I left the Mercedes seat in good hands, George has been fantastic in this new season!'' Y/N exclaimed with a touch of emotion and nostalgia when remembering the boy's first season.

The surprise visit of the Vettel's became the highlight of the racing weekend. The drivers, in the midst of their high-risk world, appreciated the moments with them and the peace of mind of knowing that even if they were no longer there every race weekend, they would always be with them. As the day of the race went on, the echoes of their visit persisted, inspiring the drivers to try harder, not only for victory, but also to make their grid parents proud, who watched them grow up, gave them advices, helped them get up when people started to turn their backs on them, who told them to never give up their dream, and who had given them a new meaning of ''family''.

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