Smutty City Thots
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Thank you for getting my brain to work @clairetheflower
Be warned, fluffy spicy chatter ahead.
Halsin lay in bed at the end of the day, hair let down, next to you. He was still adjusting to the feeling of being in an actual bed with the wind wafting gently through gossamer curtains by the window. You had meandered about the room, preparing to sleep, when a thought had seized you; you sat with your legs folded beneath , brushing your hair.
“Something just occurred to me,” you began, distracted. “Most of our time together has been spent with me saving you.”
Halsin looked away from the setting sun to you, “Mm, is that how you see it.”
“Well, yeah. First, there were the goblins in the worg pen, then we met and you asked me to wipe out the three goblin leaders, which lead to the whole camp coming to an untimely end. I also saved your grove from shadow druids, then I helped save your cursed ‘kingdom’. If I didn’t know any better, this would sound a lot like an old nursery tale.” You paused, and looked mildly incredulous, “I might have seen you as the damsel in distress.”
A quiet chuckle, “If you didn’t know better, that is.” He sat up a bit straighter with a smirk. The thin sheet tumbled further off of his chest, landing around his almost bare hips. “And what would that make you?”
“Your hero, obviously.” You caressed a strand away from his face.
He pulled you closer by your lapel, making you sit up on your knees, “I can think of one thing that’s distressing me, at the moment,” his finger slid beneath your nightgown and grazed your inner thighs.
Your hand shot to a place under his chin and seized the opportunity for a distraction; a well aimed tickle and suddenly, he was on the defensive. He recoiled back with a choked laugh. You jumped back up off the bed, avoiding his grasp, and walked to the only table in the room, laying your brush down.
“You know, according to the fairytales, the hero usually gets some kind of…” you waved your hand in the air, feigning to forget the necessary word. “Some kind of boon,” you began pacing to the window and drawing the shutters. You turned around to him, pretending to still be lost in thought, “Something to make the hero feel appreciated,” lowering the straps to your garment below your shoulders, “some kind of compensation,” you stood at the foot of the bed as the garment slid down off of you, “if you will.”
His chin lowered slightly as his eyes darkened, taking in the sight. He reached his hands up behind his head, stretching his arms so wide they almost matched the length of the headboard. “Ah, my savior expects payment of some kind. Unfortunately, I don’t believe l have much to give. I’m but a poor damsel, after all.” His thigh swept open beneath the thin sheet.
“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you began to crawl across the bed toward him, “I believe you’ve got plenty.”
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Tagged by @saxifrage-wreath (three weeks ago, but better late than never!) Thank you!
Last Song: Whatever the last song was at church this morning. Maybe "With One Voice"?
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Last Movie/TV Show: I watched some classic Looney Tunes shorts
Sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet, but lately I have had increasing cravings for salty snacks.
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Current obsession: After experiencing a lot of museums this week, my history obsession--specifically Lincoln/Civil War history and WWI history--is coming back strong. I've also got a major craving to develop an extremely derivative cozy fantasy universe involving a bunch of different races and characters with cultural/personality clashes.
Tagging: Anyone who has had something sweet to eat today
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PJO au idea:
Imagine if you will, a dnd au. Which wouldn't be to hard since there is a dnd source book called "Mythic Odysseys of Theros" which is quite literally Greek mythology but dnd. The only exception being that you'd have to replace the gods in the source book with the actual Greek gods.
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Diluc Headcanons: Christmas Edition
masterlist.
it’s december again how did we get here
also sorry for disappearing i got really busy and kinda forgot tumblr existed
bro I don’t even like this man all that much but here we are
this is pure fluff btw maybe some crack at the end but it’s all in good fun
also i’m very inconsistent so i can (and will) change themes randomly sorry
Ok so yk that one head canon a while back this year that when he sings he sounds like Michael Bublé? Yeah think about that but Christmas-ify it.
Like imagine this: the tavern (and all of Mondstadt) is all decked out for Christmas and venti is off somewhere doing who knows what and he can’t perform at the tavern so Diluc (begrudgingly) has to perform in his place
He shows up on the stage in his normal attire but this time he has a red-and-white striped tie (so it looks like a candy cane) and- oh look at that! you’re there tonight of all nights! so mans just starts singing “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” trying to impress you
LIKE UGHHHHH I’M IMAGINING IT IN MY HEAD AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT
PLEASE DILUC COSPLAYERS BRING THIS TO LIFE BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF
Bonus: He plays Santa for the children every year.
LIKE I’M GIGGLING JUST THINKING ABOUT WHEN IT’S KLEE’S TURN AND HE JUST KINDA LOOKS AT YOU SINCE YOU’RE ONE OF THE ELVES AND HE’S JUST KINDA SILENTLY LIKE “H E L P”
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