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I’ll fully admit now I have little knowledge but I wanna see how this might turn out what about some wholesome headcanons between Itto,Albedo,and Sara these are like the only three I’m aware of when dealing with a mute player if that counts?
Even if you don't know much about Genshin, I recommend you at least lookup Itto. That precious oni is worth letting this game take over a giant chunk of my life.
Arataki Itto
Arataki "Your One and Oni" Itto talks more than enough for the two of you. While he has made the effort to learn sign language to better communicate with you and has made sure the other members of the Arataki Gang have done the same, he gets that not everyone else has. So he's happy to act as your translator and voice should the need arise.
He doesn't try to infantilize you or act like you can't do anything for yourself just because you can't talk. He actually gets upset when anyone acts like you're dumb just because you're mute, and will happily stand up for you against these people.
People around Inazuma find it kind of interesting to watch the two of you hanging around each other. The oni who can't keep his mouth shut most of the time, and his partner who doesn't speak a word. It's oddly sweet to them.
Albedo
Look, when you first meet him...Be prepared to be questioned a bit about your mutism. Is it by choice? Were you just never able to speak? Were you injured somehow? Though if the questioning clearly makes you uncomfortable, he'll stop. He just can't turn the researcher brain off most of the time.
He already knew sign language before the two of you got together, so if that's your main way of communicating with others, he's already able to understand what you're trying to say. He's even teaching it to Klee so the two of you can talk to each other when he or someone else isn't around to translate.
If someone tries to make fun of you for being unable to talk, he will pull the "I don't get the joke, do you mind explaining it?" bit while staring at them blankly until they break and apologize.
Kujou Sara
When Sara isn't performing her duties as a general, she can be a bit...awkward. So she may be a bit stiff at first before the two of you got together. But even before you two started dating, she made efforts to accommodate your disability. One of her soldiers even spotted her pulling an all-nighter going through sign language books, including some that were for different dialects.
She also doesn't think of you as less than because of the fact you can't talk. She's reprimanded any of her men who dared to either make fun of you or make some unsavory comments about you. You may have to stop her from making some of the run several dozen laps around the encampment.
She actually likes the comfortable silence between the two of you. Most of her days involve her barking orders to listening to the sounds of metal clashing against either training dummies or more metal. So coming home to you, where not even talking is necessary to say who much you love each other, is a little slice of paradise to her.
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gonbeeyamada · 2 years
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honestly u give me more like. maybe joe kinnie vibes? or anzu tbh
secret sam lore i only feel comfortable telling internet strangers and literally no one else. back in 2019 when i FIRST got into yttd and 18 years old. ngl to you guys i was still really into kinning at that time had a little list and everything.
back at that time joe's character really resonated with me and secretly the reason i drew this art back in 2019 was that i was a joe kinnie and a kiibo kinnie 😔 so cringey and embarrassing but i look back on it fondly because i made a really close friend in danganronpa kin discord server (shout out to peter the ex-mikan kinnie)
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actiniumwrites · 25 days
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kiss me (not)
synopsis: how they’d react when you dodge/ wipe off their kisses for a day as a prank
characters: gaming, kujou sara, heizou, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, and lyney x gn!reader
warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, some humor, established relationships, etc
notes: i love this prompt so much omg. i’ve read a lot of fics other people have written for different fandoms and i’m actually shocked i haven’t written it before considering i eat it up every time (especially when there’s some angst 🫠)
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gaming:
the first time he sees you wipe off his kiss, something in him dies a little, especially when you don’t say anything after he asks if you’re okay
so he starts doubting himself and compensating for where he may went wrong
maybe he had bad breath? or you weren’t having a good day today?
he hates that he doesn’t know what he did wrong, and even worse, why you keep doing it throughout the day
you only stop when you see the way he genuinely starts beating himself up over it, deciding it wasn’t funny anymore and honestly never was
“it was a prank,” you nudge him softly, regret overflowing from your voice, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. i shouldn’t have kept it going for so long.”
a relieved breathe and a small smile from him follow right after. you can tell he’s still a bit stuck on the whole thing, but deep down, he’s just grateful he didn’t screw up somewhere because there’s no way in hell gaming would ever let himself lose you
“it’s okay,” he breathes out, clutching your hand a little tighter than usual, “just please, don’t do it again, okay?”
kujou sara:
to say she’s confused is an understatement
she’ll immediately backtrack to make sure she actually just saw that correctly. did you really just wipe off her kiss?
so she goes in for another one, and sure enough, you dodge her this time and send her a quick goodbye before slipping out of the house and running off to work
it legitimately ruins her whole day. she can’t even function at work because it’s all she can think about
and by the time she’s home at night, she’s already tired and just wants you but she’s also too afraid that maybe she did something to upset you
fortunately for her, you spare her of the prank knowing your girlfriend well enough to know that the second she walks through the door she had a shitty day
so you apologize and tell her it was just a prank and you didn’t mean any harm
and she wants to be so mad at you for it, but literally can’t no matter how hard she tries so instead she just gives in and gets the kiss she’s been thinking about all day
heizou:
he realizes right away what you’re doing and finds it rather amusing
so he’ll play along too, not trying to kiss you at all and even going a step further and not showing you any sort of physical attention
try to hold his hand? not happening. hugging him? not a chance
and it ends up becoming a competition, because what can you say? you’re both competitive people
goes on until the end of the day and only ends when you’re both too tired to keep it up
“you’re no fun, you know?” you poke his chest as you tiredly lean against him
he smiles down at you, “how so? i let you play your little pranks, didn’t i? i even played along.”
you just scoff and scoot away, tucking yourself into the warm blankets and ignoring his teasing
but then he’ll grab you and pull you into his chest, giving into you, “fine. next time i’ll give you the reaction you want. happy now?”
tighnari:
the opposite of heizou: he’s very unamused, and is very aware of what’s going on.
as soon as you back away from him after he tries to kiss you, his face falls into a deadpan and he crosses his arms menacingly
“i’ll have you know i don’t find pranks like these very funny,” he’ll immediately tell you off, not wanting to act so childishly when it comes to affection
tighnari cares a lot about people, whether he shows it or not, so to have you pretend to dodge it upsets him — even if it is meant to be a mere lighthearted prank
so you apologize instantly, feeling a little bad over the whole ordeal, “it’s just a prank, you know? i thought it would be funny to see how you’d react.”
definitely the kind of person to feel a little bashful and guilty for overreacting over something so silly, but also doesn’t want to admit it
so he’ll just silently kiss you and act like nothing happened, secretly hoping you’ll never try to pull something like that again
cyno:
at first, he thinks it’s kinda funny since he always plays jokes. however, i think he’s similar to tighnari in the sense that he also takes a little offense to it
like, he knows it’s a joke, but he just can’t help feeling a little hurt over it
“is something the matter?” he’ll ask while you’re both on the way to meet with friends. you shake your head no, fighting a smile
defeatedly, he leaves it at that, knowing you won’t budge. he’ll feel miserable the entire time and won’t stop thinking about how you won’t give the prank up, even in front of your friends
and when you both leave for the night, he crosses his arms and confronts you as you both walk home, “it isn’t funny.”
“what isn’t funny?”
“your prank. it isn’t funny. i don’t like the way you’re avoiding kissing me,” he says bluntly. it makes your heart sink into your stomach a bit, admittedly starting to feel a bit bad
so you apologize and work everything out, telling him you got the idea from alhaitham who was curious to see how he’d react in a situation like that — that, and he felt like pissing cyno off for a day, but you didn’t need to know that part
he’ll get frustrated, but is glad it’s all settled. he’ll also be extra affectionate throughout the next week, feeling as if he somehow lost time with you
kaveh:
gets so offended omg he will literally hate you
the first time you do it, his jaw drops to the floor and he calls you out on it immediately
“what was that?” he points an accusatory finger at you
you bite back a smile and feign innocence, “huh? what are you talking about?”
will not let you leave for the day until you drop the act and properly return his kiss
when you continue to go on with the prank, however, he’ll start to get all pouty and just ask you to kiss him
and he just looks so cute that you cup his face and give him a big fat kiss and walk out the door immediately after without a word and a big smile on your face, satisfied with his reaction
lyney:
he gets so dramatic about it it’s not even funny
will literally clutch his chest and fall to the ground in public so that you stop him
when you don’t and you let him face public humiliation (because you find it funny too), he stops himself and gets back up
follows you around like a lost puppy all day and will constantly try to sneak in a kiss while you’re caught of guard, but you never fall for it and he gets so much more frustrated each and every time
then he begs lynette and freminet to help him, except they think it’s funny too seeing how whipped he is for you
and he knows it’s a prank too, but the fact that you won’t break makes him so lovingly annoyed with you
you don’t stop until lynette genuinely intervenes, complaining about how annoying lyney had gotten throughout the day, “please end his suffering already. you know my brother is an idiot who doesn’t shut up and i’ve had enough of him today.”
you laugh it off, but ultimately agree
so you go and find him, which wasn’t that hard, and tap him on the shoulder before planting a gentle kiss to his lips, “sorry for pranking you. it was just too funny of an opportunity to pass up.”
“you’re so mean to me,” he’ll complain, but will then continue to kiss you so often that you’re now the annoyed one instead
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vulpe-fox · 7 months
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i bite my tongue (it's a bad habit)
Pairing: Genshin Characters x fem!Reader
Characters: Jean Gunnhildr, Lisa Minci, Yae Miko, Rosaria, Ei, Yelan, Arlecchino
Word Count: ~2900
Warnings: No coherence, no plot. Just vibes, half-formed thoughts, and awful pining. Kudos to anyone who recognizes the book quotes. Is it good? No. But I had fun. Not proofread.
Summary: They're in love with their best friend.
Version with Ningguang, Beidou, Shenhe, Signora, Kujou Sara
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Jean:
Kaeya laughs at her sometimes. Dumbstruck her. Tongue-tied her. Always a little red in the face and jittery whenever you’re around.
Jean knows it’s not entirely unfounded. Vaguely remembers a time when the young Ragnvindr brothers stole wine from Crepus’ cellar and got her so drunk that she dared call you her mind’s first vivid memory.
How horribly dramatic she had been.
(And yet, whenever Jean thinks back to her childhood, it’s not the rigorous training or the endless hours spent studying that she remembers clearly. Instead, colourful pinwheels spin in front of her mind’s eye. And you, so vibrant amidst them all as you play with the other children.)
Years have passed since then, but the young Gunnhildr’s heart has proven a tenacious thing. Stubborn. Incapable of beating to any rhythm other than yours.
On long nights, the melody lulls her, takes her by her hands, and pulls her back into the warm memories of your training days. Of your touch, gentle on her cuts and bruises. Your smile, ripe with exhaustion and so, so soft. (She could have kissed you. Jean could have leaned in, just a little bit, and kissed you. She wanted to. She’ll hide her face in her pillow and think about it all night.)
“If I too could…” But she can’t. As a knight, she always has to put her duty first—
And yet, occasionally, Jean lets her mind wander.
In her office, she flips a page in one of her romance books and squints, covering the characters’ names with her thumbs. “Jean, she said,” the young Gunnhildr reads under her breath. “I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love.”
(She throws a hand to her face right after, palm flush against hot skin, and slams the book shut. How childish. There’s still work to be done.)
Paperwork is piling up on her table, demanding her attention. And it’s late July. A month of clement nights and sticky noons. Thick air, a headache thrumming behind her eyelids, words blurring into inky splotches—your warm skin on hers. Jean hadn’t heard you come in.
And yet, she leans back into the touch, her back sticky with sweat. Your hand doesn’t move, and she loves you. She loves you. She loves you.
And she’s sorry, too, because time passes, and all that she can do is wait. Maybe, when she has less work. Maybe, once Varka returns. Maybe, maybe, maybe—
One day, you could be her life’s only regret.
Until then, until she knows for sure, Jean will blow on dandelions and hope that her dreams will come true.
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Yae Miko:
There’s something pathetic about the way she pines, all half-smiles and twitching ears.
And she knows, from the bottom of her heart, that the centuries should have been kinder. That they should have made her smarter, stronger, sound—yet all they really did was leave her lonely. A little sad.
And yes, Miko does feel better than she did 500 years ago. But some days, better isn't enough. Most days, better leaves her feeling hollow.
It's just as well that foxes cannot cry.
It's desperate, the way she loves. Greedy. Pleading, too. Like saying, 'Don't abandon me. Not like they did. Not you.'
Losing you would be like severing a limb now, you see.
Dear one, Miko calls you, always casually. Always a little too tender, and when no one else can hear. And dear you are. Dear and so, so fleeting. So frail and mortal.
(At night, she aches. You, a memory? The very notion seems absurd.)
And yes, Miko knows that nothing lasts forever. It is, after all, the way of the world. But here she is, storing everything you gave her, trying to preserve whatever little of you she'll be allowed to keep.
How much of me will you take with you when you go, dear one? She wonders. Or, straight to the point: what will you leave behind?
(She's never been a writer. But this—you—you are worth picking up the pen for. If only to adequately capture the softness of your smile. If only to immortalize the sound of your voice—so fondly familiar—with the written word. If only...Miko scratches out what little she has written. What a pity. No words are ever good enough.)
"I am fond of you," she admits one evening, words warm from sitting in her ribcage for so long now. "Painfully so," she adds. And, "I love you."
Behind you, the Raiden Shogun pauses, blinks, stirred by the sound of a language that has been lost to Inazuma for centuries now.
Perhaps next time, Miko will say it in a way you'll understand.
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Rosaria:
Drowning the thought of you in alcohol is a futile endeavour.
However could she, when you've been by her side forever?
(Older knights still remember the day that Varka brought in young Rosaria. A day when his little apprentice took the young thief by her scarred-up hands to show her the cobblestone streets of Monstadt.)
A decade later, everyone in the City of Freedom knows to turn to you when they want to find the elusive nun. And why wouldn't they? After all, it was you who showed her all the best hiding spots.
(Sometimes, Rosaria thinks of it as a trade. Her heart for your knowledge. Admittedly, if it was a trade, it was a stupid one. Admittedly, your hand was too warm for her to care.)
A journal with a white cover rests under a loose floorboard in her bedroom. A relic from her novice days. Sometimes, when the afternoon's too quiet and the sun sits between her shoulder blades just right, Rosaria likes to leaf through its pages.
Dandelion Wine—now eighty percent off!
Fisherman's Toast—an incredible flavor at an unbelievable price!
And, she borrowed a book from the library. The due date is next Tuesday.
She made me black tea this morning. I liked it. And written right in the corner, smaller, It warmed my chest.
(The evening sun in your hair. Grass stains on your knees, almost rectangular. A butterfly that landed on your arm, its wing just slightly torn. Your favourite flowers. A smell that made you sneeze—an entire childhood with you is scattered in short lines across the journal's yellowed pages.)
Have you eaten yet? Are you injured? Are you warm enough? The questions never stop with you, a habit that carried over from when you were still young.
"Have you slept well?"
That one gets her every time. What a stupid question to ask. Can't you see the answer on her face? But you've always worried, and Rosaria has grown pathetically soft.
"Yes," she says. It's true. Waking is the problem.
"Any interesting dreams?"
She pauses. How is she to tell you that it's you she dreams about? You, you, you. Always. Soft you. Gentle you.
You share a home in every dream she has of you.
"So?"
Rosaria shrugs.
When you nudge her, she blows smoke into your face so you can't see her smile.
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Ei:
Forever is never going to be enough.
Ei blinks, pausing at the sudden, uncomfortable thought. She looks up from the table, fingers wrapped around a delicate marble that is to be one of the puppet's joints, and faces Miko. Then, you.
Her gaze lingers.
You notice. Smile.
All at once, Ei can feel her heartbeat hammering all the way down to her fingertips. Thud-thud-thud-thud-
For a moment, dizzy and slightly weak, the archon hesitates, lowers the puppet's arm.
She almost reconsiders.
(When the Balladeer meets you again five centuries later, the first thing he feels is the familiar electric beat in the joint of his left pinky finger. He grits his teeth. The echo of his mother's heartbeat has always been a heavy thing to carry.)
Once, a long, long time ago, Ei firmly believed in her idea of eternity. Isolation seemed a small price to pay back then. But, resting in her Plane of Euthymia, alone and slightly cold, she admits, very quietly, that she wants her sister back. Her friends. Miko. You.
That last thought sneaks up, familiar yet uninvited. And Ei thinks of sunshine. And of brighter days. Of lively nights. Of laughter spilling across a checkered picnic blanket, endearingly bright.
A smile almost softens her face, but then she opens her eyes. And she's alone. And it is quiet. And you're not here.
(The silence is suffocating. Missing you is making her feel sick.)
When the Traveller and Paimon first step foot in her Plane of Euthymia, the sky seems a stagnant, solid block of colour.
Only Ei knows that it's been this way for the past 500 years.
Only the Traveller notices that it matches the exact colour of your eyes.
It's hard to face you after. Mostly because she knows she's made you cry. Knows she's done an unforgivable thing.
The air feels overheated, Miko is grinning, the Traveller is awkwardly standing offside, and, in that moment, Ei thinks nothing in the world matters more than never making you cry again.
(Holding her after so long will make your hands a little numb. Your nerve endings a little sensitive. It will be worth it.)
The next day, Ei will request to borrow the Traveller's camera. She will only take one picture.
When she rewraps the hilt of her Musou Isshin that evening, the firm leather will hide a photo of you.
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Lisa:
It hurts.
Sometimes, when the library is flooded in oranges and reds and the light strikes you just right, Lisa feels her heart swell up, grow thrice its size, and fill up her chest with warmth and light in such abundance that her ribs start straining under the sudden weight. It hurts.
(It's also wonderful. To be so full of another.)
You're her friend. Have been since her days in the Academiya. Someone who followed her through lectures, halls, Teyvat—
How hard could it possibly be to ask you to take her hand again and follow her into love?
Impossible, apparently.
Cecilias and cupcakes on the table. Lisa's love spilled out in rose-themed teacups. She prepared the tea just as you like it. Does it warm your heart as much as you do hers?
If there is one thing she misses from her days in the Academiya, it's sharing a dorm with you. Such unbelievable intimacy it was, to share a space.
At night, when the air was too humid and your thoughts too restless to sleep, you'd read to each other.
(“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you–especially when you are near me,” she read to you once, voice soft as you began drifting off. “As now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame...” Outside, the sky broke out in promised downpour. Inside, in your tiny, too-warm dorm, Lisa drew you closer.)
Lisa misses the way your voice would grow hoarser, quieter...until drowsiness took you in its arms and carried you off to pleasant dreams. She misses the way your eyes would droop as she flipped the pages. The weight of your head on her shoulder. The warmth of your arms.
Such little things she adores you for. Such innocent closeness.
I love you. What a tender thing to say. Lisa closes her eyes, imagines it. Your voice in her ear, a smile on your lips as you whisper it to her. I love you. I love you. I love you.
(In her mind, she strips the sentence of its space, removes consonants and vowels until only the I and you remain. Why mention something that's apparent? Why endure such needless distance?)
Every now and again, Lisa is known to succumb to sudden bouts of clumsiness. A spilled cup of tea here, a misplaced book there—glasses that she searches for while they're resting on her head.
You always smile when you point it out. Lisa always thanks you.
Tomorrow, she will lose them again. Maybe next time you'll step close enough for her to kiss you.
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Yelan:
Yelan cannot meet your eyes.
She hasn't been able to for a while now. Afraid of what you'll see in hers.
And she cannot give you what you need. Not now. Not ever.
At least, that's what she tells herself, watching you laugh with someone that's not her. ('Just making sure you're safe' is what she'd say if you were to ask about it.)
You're gentle when she needs you to be rough. Deliberate in your care in a way that makes her sick. Painkillers and numbing creams; your breath on her neck when you gather her close after a mission, whispering, "Thank you for coming back in one piece." And, "Thank you for coming back at all."
How stupid. Why are you acting like she could ever truly leave?
It's another kind of masochism, she thinks, leaning closer when your fingers glide across her arm, almost too soft to feel a thing. You never give her what she needs, only peace and warmth. Only comfort.
She rests her head in your lap. Your fingers are warm in her hair. And Yelan thinks, I can rest like this. She thinks, I could get used to this. Thinks, I want this.
(She's not sure she deserves it. But she craves this, too, now. And how is she supposed to live with that? What is she to do with a love like this? With a tenderness that makes her heart beat all wrong?)
Should she tell you? The dice can decide. Yelan will confess if she rolls a one, three, or five.
Yelan rolls.
Five.
She rolls again.
(It's not like you'd want her anyway. How could you want someone who's barely there?)
Sometimes, Yelan can almost fool herself into forgetting about her feelings. But then you smile—sudden sunlight in her living room—and she is reminded that, yes, her heart's tenderness is yours.
Her chest clenches at the thought, stomach twisting angrily. How dare she forget?
There's no one else. No one else.
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Arlecchino:
Rumour has it that the "Father" of the House of the Hearth has a mistress.
Born from merchants' lips, the words are deemed baseless. Idle gossip to pass the time and warm the soul with excitement in the ever-frozen planes of Snezhnaya.
The Knave would be lying if she said she wasn't perfectly content with this.
Sunsettias from Monstadt, Lavender Melons from Inazuma, Bulle Fruits from Fontaine—imported luxuries most commonly found resting in a large bowl in the Harbinger's office.
Right next to the couch that you prefer to lounge on.
Sunflower heads peak from a vase on her work desk, strikingly bright. Younger residents of the orphanage assume them to be a gift from the graduated siblings currently residing in Fontaine.
They are only half correct.
While indeed a gift, the flowers aren't meant for Arlecchino at all. The Knave does not much care for presents, much less for protected species of flora. Instead, it's you they send them to.
Carefully cut, more carefully preserved, flower deliveries from Fontaine arrive at the House of the Hearth biweekly; and always straight into your arms. (Arlecchino will turn to watch your smiling face as you arrange them on her desk. As will the sunflowers.)
(Successful up until now, Lynette does not know how much longer she can keep Lyney from sending Rainbow Roses instead. Lyney claims they'll help. Lynette is certain "Father" will kill him on sight.)
Unwilling as she may have become to torment herself with the niceties of love, the Tsaritsa has yet to grow out of the habit of finding its nuances fascinating.
As such, she gladly hosts the little Snezheviches and Snezhevnas when they come to her with new tales from the orphanage. (Tiny hands flailing, grins growing, eyes wide—the desire to please the great archon is palpable. Arlecchino's little spies aren't quite her own. But she must know so too, no? Why else would she guard you like зеницу ока?)
The children tell her of how you grab the lady's hand whenever you want to show her something. How, just yesterday, at night—please, don't tell Father this. I wasn't supposed to be up—you sat in front of the fireplace for hours, the lady by your side.
You rubbed at her blackened hands as though to relieve some bone-deep ache.
All the while, Arlecchino kept looking at you. Achingly mellow. As though enamoured.
"Родная моя," you draw her in one evening. Tired and slightly drunk. "Любимая."
She smiles, amused by your affections. Then, lowering her voice as though to raise some delicate matter, "И Дорогая?"
"Самая," you agree eagerly. The way you say it, Arlecchino almost believes she is.
(The Tsaritsa knows the rumours to be true right then. When her Knave's eyes soften at whatever silly thing you're telling her, red bleeding out into the black. She supposes the Knave would be a more fitting name now.)
Before taking you to Fontaine, Arlecchino teaches you its tongue's most common phrases. Or tries to, at least.
To her amusement, you think the language funny-sounding. Its beauty, rhythm, and charm—all of it mercilessly drowned in your snorts and laughter as you try to pronounce the words that she has written out.
Èpoustouflant seems to be your favourite. Accordingly, Arlecchino repeats it over and over, delighting in your laughter.
Then, the subject of such adjective: a most tender ma bien-aimée.
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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year
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Sagau but the reader has a dragon tail and is a
They're very serious looking and only make a very intimating looking.
But the moment someone compliments them they get flustered and just tells them to move on.
But everyone witnesses their grace's tail wagging.
Lisa, kaeya or childe would definately tease them.
Sorry if my grammar is bad, english isn't my strongest language.
Dragon!Reader: Looks Serious But is A Softie?! 👀
Okay, first of all: the fact that you're a dragon to begin with? I'm pretty sure Liyue just got a huge promotion. Their archon is a literal dragon! Their Divine Creator blessed their Geo Archon with the wrath that challenges the gods he faced in the Archon War!
Honestly, Zhongli would be amazed to know that the Creator is a dragon themself. Would legit admire you and see you as their idol or something.
Oh, but this is just the start. You were helping Sara at good hunter to collect some meat because you were bored. She greatly compliments your efforts, and you try to brush it off, play it cool. It would've worked if it hadn't been your darn traitorous tail wagging like a happy puppy behind you, showing the world the unnecessary fact that you were flustered.
With this in mind....guess who told Lisa, Kaeya, and Childe...
(Quick Disclaimer: Might Be OOC!)
Lisa
The moment she heard the little incident at Good Hunter, she just had to try it herself! In a respective manner of course—she wouldn't dare nor want to do something that'll make the Creator angry! Just a little tease—surely, the creator won't be too mad?
She will probably invite you to help in the library, sorting out books or double checking the list of checked out books, making sure their not overdue.
When you're done the task, what happens, you may ask?
"My, thank you so much for your help, Your Grace~ You surely have a sharp eye even for such minor chores..." She says this with that teasing glint in her eyes, and most importantly: that smirk when she's being very sussy flirty.
The moment she sees the way your tail flaps around behind your back as your impassive face responds with something casual, this woman knows she's hit the jackpot.
"Aw...Your Grace, you truly are very adorable."
Kaeya
This man might be just as bad as Lisa, except much more sly than—ahem, flirty.
His excuse of seeing you becoming the big softie of a dragon was to ask you, of all things, to visit the gosh darn tavern for a drink or two. And, to his delight, you agreed.
It was also a good thing Charles was manning the tables tonight, because Diluc would give him the death glare for bringing someone such of high importance to get wasted with him.
But naturally, and as Kaeya suspected, you're persistence to help your people took over, and you instead spent half of the night helping Charles clean the tables. So, naturally, when Charles insists you relax, Kaeya's gotta compliment you.
"Your Grace, you sure do know how to keep things organized. That much is to expected by someone as high as you, though—must've been a piece of cake." You confirm that it was, but even with the that, your draconic tail does that little dance behind your back for the whole world to see how happy you were to be complimented for your hard labors.
This man will CHUCKLE at the sight, but won't comment on it. But he will give you that smirky smirk with THE eye that says it all. You groan into your palms again—your tail really seems to like betraying you, honestly.
"What, Your Grace? Don't be so shameful about yourself—honestly, I quite envy how cute you are." Get red-faced, bois. This captain will make you flustered till the end of your days.
Childe
The moment he hears about the incident in Mondstadt by his gossiping Fatui Agents, man's just got to try it.
So, he does the most logical, least-suspecting thing to request your presence: challenge you to a fight.
Yes, the others called him crazy for it, but does this mad lad care? Nope! This guy wants to see your tail flap in joy, that's all! Besides, it's not like he sees it often since Zhongli hides his draconic traits from the whole wide world.
So you accept the invitation to spar with him, and—do I need to tell you? You guys sparred for a good few hours. Unlike in-game playable Childe, you now have to deal with more of a in-game Boss-like Childe instead, with how many moves this guy has.
After a good sparring match or two, you guys decide to take a break. Mainly you, since you are legit dying right now.
"Good job, Your Grace! Your combat skills are as great as ever! Much expected, haha!" Yep, he delivers what his true intention is. And yes, your tail does the little dance it does, no matter how much you try to calm it and shrug it off as a daily thing to get used to.
This mad lad, like a true mad lad would, would grin. Very widely. He knows he won this "battle"—man is ecstatic about it.
But he is a little sympathetic if you act annoyed about it—it reminds him of what his younger siblings would do. If you're really upset about it, he'll try to cheer you up.
Look out for more sparring matches, he's probably pulling this stunt until you're immune to such things or you get your tail under control.
"Don't be upset, Your Grace! I'm sure if my little brother were here, he would find you cool no matter what!"
Aaandd that's it! The end of the headcanons! Hope y'all enjoyed—see you around! :)
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bloody confessions
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synopsis - in a sudden realisation they may never see you again, they have something to say
includes - diluc, kaeya, xiao, sara, cyno, wriothesley
warnings - gn!reader, angst to comfort in some, angst, mentions of blood, reader is fighter in kaeya's and sara's, reader dies in kaeya's(sorry), wriothesely may be occ, enemies to lovers, wc - 2.1k
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diluc ragnvindr ★↷
mistakes. diluc has made alot of those in his life, some of them worse than others. but the worse one to date is letting you end up in this condition.
you were one of diluc's most trusted friends since his childhood, someone that stuck through him thick and thin. but someone along that line of friendship you had started to wish that it was something slightly more than a strong friendship. but you had no idea if diluc felt the same and not wanting to make things awkward you kept quiet about your growing feelings.
but little did you know diluc felt the same way. but both of you were scared that the other may not feel the same way. but passers-by could see that both of you were struggling with your feelings. more specifically diluc's brother kaeya. who practically couldn't help but cringe at the awkwardness knowing his brother was hopelessly in love with you but couldn't bring himself to confess.
but eventually with a little prodding from kaeya, diluc starrted to plan his way to confess. even eventually asking adeline for help, who couldn't help but smile at the idea of diluc finally confessing. but it seemed the archon's weren't in his favour.
on the day if his confession diluc went out to meet you in his wineyard. as the previous day he asked you to meet him there. but after 10 - 15 minutes of waiting passed the time agreed, you hadnt shown up. he tried to tell himself you were just running late that you would be here any minute but that was doing little to his hopes of confessing. eventually he heard someone approaching. thinking it was you he started mentally preparing himself, until ge saw adeline round the corner wearing a concerned look. 'master diluc I'm afraid I've come bearing bad news' this sent his mind into a spiral. 'what kind of bad news?' he was hoping to the archons it wasn't to do with you but seeing as adeline told him presumably right away it was serious. 'im afraid your going to have postpone your confession, they are currently being tended after a serious accident'.
this sent his heart racing, and his mind clouded with worry and anger. adeline explained how some fatui skirmishers had ambushed you and left you in a critical state, dead had not the knights of favonius stepped in. as diluc approached where you were recovering, he had ran into a medic and asked how you were and after confirming you were fine and just needed to rest but he could go see you, he couldn't help but grimace at your bloodied state. matted hair, bandage's, archons he wished he was there to save you. he knelt beside you taking your slightly cold but warming hand in his he pressed it to his lips and in a moment of weakness spilled out all his confessions, knowing you were unconscious and probably wouldnt hear him, but it made him feel better.
kaeya alberich ★↷
you two were known as an unstoppable duo in the knights of favonius. his stragetic thinking paired with your power in combat, you two were a package deal. but recently that had been concerns with more abyss mage's showing up near mondstadt's border. needing only you to go out and sort out the arising problem.
this concerned kaeya more than it should've. to most it seemed like he was worried because you were working partners and this was the first mission in a while you would be separated. and he thought so too. he tried to think rationally but the longer he tried to deny his budding feelings for you, the stronger they became. and he could only hope you returned safely and maybe he could get over his denial and confess.
so on the day you were meant to return, exactly 3 days you were set to be gone - he kept track, kaeya couldn't focus in his work and instead promted to wait for you. he waited until he saw a figure in the distance thinking it was you he got up excitedly, until he saw more people with the figure and the closer they came he noticed you. but you weren't looking like your normal self. you laid unconscious in another knights arm's as they rushed passed him hoping to get you the urgent treatment you needed. he was frozen in place for a while until he realised he needed to check how you were.
he paced outside where you were being treated waiting for the medic's to let him in as he was told it wasn't wise for him to be in there while you were being treated. until the noises of the medics near your bed went silent as tine seemed to stop. panic-stricken, he barged into where you were to see the grimaces on everyone's faces as they didnt stop him from teaching out to grab your hand. your hand that felt colder than anything he had ever felt before.
adeptus xiao ★↷
xiao was reluctant to let you, a mortal, into his life. he was scared his karmic debt would affect you aswell as his past comrade's. but you were insistent on becoming the yaksha's friend. and eventually you earned a spot in his heart.
eventually after being close to the yaksha for a while he started feeling a new feeling he had never felt before. whenever you dragged him to do things he felt a flutter in his stomach that made him feel weird. he didn't know what to do. everytime you smiled at him or did something with or for him he felt this way and he was at loss of what to do about it. maybe it would just go away.
that was until one day he returned to the wangshu inn and verr goldet immediately called for him to tell him 'just to be clear, they should be fine-', that set him up in alarm. there was only one person that verr goldet would know that he had a bond with. you. he immediately went to your room in the wangshu inn, after listening to verr goldet explain the whole story to him.
he looked upon you bandaged body that hid your worst wounds from him. why didn't you call for him? he knelt beside you and with no explanation looked ahead and started spewing out confessions about how you made him feel. 'you are the only person to make me feel these things, stay and help me understand them.'
kujou sara ★↷
you were an upcoming soilder in the tenryou commission. you had alot of potential and that attracted even the general herself. she never really was that intrested in her fellow soilders, she got along with them sure that's what any good general would do but you seemed different.
originally she thought it was your quick rise in the ranks, or something similar. but it seemed different when she had a small twinge of jealousy stir within her when a soilder became overly friendly with you. she also found intrest in how when sparring, you wanted to spar with her and surprisingly managed to keep up pretty well.
but eventually you were placed on a patrol with some other similar ranking commission members a fair way away from the camp. she had made decisions like this for a while but this one felt different and more personal for her. she pushed those feelings back and insisted to herself that they would pass. although she still counted down the days till you returned not that she would admit.
but when you returned you were beaten, bruised and completely bloody, the only one to return. you passed out before you even stepped into the camp and had to be rushed back into inazuma for urgent treatment. turns out your camp was ambushed and destroyed within seconds. Sara felt an indescribable amount of fear at the thought of losing you so she felt compelled to finish the mission as quickly as possible and check up on you and maybe get revenge. this was a shock to other soilders but no one spoke about it, they wouldn't dare. but sara was more aware of her feelings now and as much as she hated to think of it but maybe confessing to you wasn't that bad when you recovered.
cyno ★↷
you had met the general mahamatra through your friend tighnari. you were a nature researcher who had moved to sumeru to learn more about avidya forest and its close by equivalents. and your old friend tighnari was the forest watcher at avidya. however soon introduced you to cyno.
you had originally only planned to spend 6 months in sumeru but the bountiful enviroments and the people you met meant you stayed longer than intended. and eventually you were offered a job in looking at nature in the desert of hadramaveth. it was a way away but you had high hopes for it. however cyno felt slightly differently. over the past months cyno had started developing what tighnari had to point out to him, a crush.
on the day you were to depart, you bid farewells and cyno watched you feeling uneasy at knowing you would be a long way away for a month. he wanted to go with you to ensure your safety (totally not to spend time with you) but he had his duties to attend to and you're expedition team was sure to make a safe trip there and back. however one day, a week before your expected return, there was an uproar in one of the akademiya's medical bay's. cyno thought nothing of it until he saw tighnari rushing over there and stopped him just to find out your expedition had been ultimately destroyed by a setekh wenut, which you had accidentally stumbled across.
cyno was furious that your safety was widely disregarded and the akademiya hadn't provided enough protection, but was ultimately relieved that you had survived. sure you were a bit worse for wear but you were alive, unlike a few expedition members. and in those moments that cyno visited you until you recovered he realised that if you were to die he would've been distraught he never confessed to you. but maybe soon he would.
wriothesley ★↷
you and wriothesley had a complicated relationship some might say. but to each other you were rival's. no doubt about you hated each other. you two would constantly try to one up the other or never fail to make a snarky remark if spotted in the same room. but sometimes the lines between rivalry and something else blurred as wriothesley sometimes couldn't help but find how adorable you looked when you were angry and to him that was just something to tease you with more.
sometimes the people of fontaine, especially older folks, would find your petty rivalries exhausting to witness. sometimes one of you would stoop to the lowest of the lows and find a way to 'prank the other' but that sometimes ends up looking like a children's squabble. a petty, ridiculous and downright tiring squabble.
however at the end of the day you both had jobs. very respectable jobs at that. and sometimes that did mean working with each other which meant that it would come to a unspoken agreement to not continue your rivalry in the workplace. but after a particular day of hardwork wriothesley had overheard a particular conversation from two fontaine citizens about how you had encountered a fatal accident with some fatui members. that made his blood run colder than his cryo vision. there's no way you would lose to some fatui members.. right? probably just gossip roaming the streets of fontaine. yeah that's it.
well it wasn't. he kept hearing about it more and more until he decided to go and see to these 'rumors' himself. so he went over to the medic's himself and asked if you were here and to his fear, you were. the rumors were true. in a moment of panic he demanded to see you but was told that you were still under observation and he could come back tomorrow and visit. so thats what he did.
as soon as he was allowed he went straight to see you, for reasons that escaped him. he gazed down at your bloody, slight frostbitten body and let out a sigh he didint know he was holding and preceded to let out all the unspoken feelings he had that were hidden behind snark comments and teasing actions. he knew you hadn't heard him but it felt good to get it out. he slowly raised your hand to his lips, and left.
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hey hey hey
Could I request Shenhe, Sara, Hu Tao, Natasha, and some GFL ladies of your choice with an S/O that has a lot of scars, and them seeing their scar for the first time? Maybe something a lil' bit suggestive if you catch my drift?
(Genshin Impact/H:SR/GFL) Shenhe, Sara, Hu Tao, Natasha, M16A1, and Angelia's S/O showing them their battle scars
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When S/O had taken off their shirt for a moment, Shenhe noticed that they had several scars across their body.
She couldn't help but stare. They hadn't brought it up before in any conversation.
(S/O) "...Shenhe?"
(Shenhe) "Where did those come from?"
(S/O) "Oh, my scars? I got into a bad fight a little bit before I met you."
Shenhe instinctively reached her hand to gently caress them, making S/O blush.
(S/O) "They don't hurt-"
(Shenhe) "...If I had met you sooner, would I have been able to prevent these?"
S/O smiled and squeezed her hand in reassurance.
(S/O) "You're here now, I think that's what matters."
Shenhe looked at S/O before nodding, letting her hand reluctantly pull away.
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Sara was surprised to see S/O with several lasting wounds.
As far as she knew, S/O wasn't a combatant, and she couldn't help but suddenly call out for them.
(Sara) "What happened to your body?"
(S/O) "Hm, I never told you, did I? I got these from a run-in with a Ruin Hunter."
(Sara) "How long ago did-"
S/O laughed seeing Sara get so worried for them, attempting to calm her down.
(S/O) "A long time ago. Before the Vision Hunt Decree even began and ended, actually."
(Sara) "I-I see..."
She couldn't help but let her eyes wander, more worried if it hurt more than anything.
Before noticing S/O was smiling.
(S/O) "My eyes are up here, you know."
Suddenly, Sara became flustered for a very different reason, quickly averting her gaze as her cheeks flared up in heat.
(Sara) "M-My apologies...!"
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(Hu Tao) "Holy crap, what happened to you?!"
S/O was startled from Hu Tao's sudden yelling, before realizing what she was talking about.
(S/O) "What ha-...Oh, well there was a nasty group of Geovishaps who just kept knocking me around."
(Hu Tao) "Geez, you never bothered to tell me?"
Hu Tao pouted, making S/O laugh.
(S/O) "Oh please, the moment I did you would try putting an ice cube down my back or something as a prank-"
(Hu Tao) "Just what are you implying, I'm not that cruel!"
(S/O) "No, but you'd think it'd probably be funny."
(Hu Tao) "A little, but still!"
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Natasha had S/O alone in her room, performing an impromptu physical check.
When she had them remove their shirt, her eyes widened in shock.
(Natasha) "Dear, your body!-"
(S/O) "Yeah, I know. It was the result of a mining accident-"
(Natasha) "And you didn't come to me?!"
(S/O) "Well...It was a long time ago, and you were always so busy helping everyone else...-"
Natasha crossed her arms, a little angry at S/O.
(Natasha) "If it was this bad, you should have come straight away!"
(S/O) "Sorry..."
Natasha sighed and let her hand rest on their chest, feeling their heartbeat and being reassured that they'd be okay.
(Natasha) "If you ever get something like this, you get me immediately. Got it?"
(S/O) "Got it."
Natasha began to smile again, her hand idly tracing one of the scars.
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M16 frowned when she saw the scars on S/O as they took off their shirt.
(M16A1) "What the...?-"
(S/O) "A-Ah...I was caught in a blast a long time ago before I began working for Griffin. Hurt like hell."
M16 hummed in acknowledgement, letting her fingers trace the scar.
(M16) "Heh, is it appropriate to say they kinda make you look hot?"
It was a bad joke to lighten the mood, which appeared to work as S/O couldn't help but laugh.
(S/O) "Well, if you're admitting it, then I can say the same to you."
M16 rolled her eye, before taking S/O into a tight embrace.
It would have been better if they hadn't got this hurt at all, but that was the way the world was.
If she can prevent any new ones from forming, that was good enough for M16.
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Angelia wasn't all that shocked to see S/O's scars.
After all, she was covered in her own, with an arm missing to boot.
Before S/O stepped into the shower, she called out their name.
(Angelia) "How long have you had those?"
(S/O) "Had what?...Oh, these are nearly a decade old."
(Angelia) "I see."
S/O looked a bit insecure at the scars before Angelia took off her own shirt, at least just to make them feel comfortable.
They would have been more flustered, but the gentle expression on Angelia's face, added in by the fact she was at least wearing a sports bra underneath, let them remain calm.
(Angelia) "Don't exactly have the most pristine body myself. When have I ever judged about that kinda thing?"
(S/O) "Hah, right."
Angelia and S/O stared at each other for a brief moment, and once she saw their shoulders relax, she let her prosthetic hand touch their back.
(S/O) "G-GAH! COLD!"
Angelia let a small smirk form as her prosthetic poked them forward.
(Angelia) "Get in the shower before you catch one."
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You know what? I have become a gaylor sympathiser
This is going to be a long post, sorry! Please read the full post before even thinking about commenting.
Over the past few days I’ve seen a few posts on my dash about taylor swift and her fans that have left a bad taste in my mouth.
I know that a lot of people think that some fans of her are “trying to make her gay” and I just wanted to put the record straight and defend some people after actually looking at what’s going on. And I know I’m probably opening myself up for tumblr’s poor reading comprehension but before I start I’m going to say this:
I do not think taylor swift is a lesbian
Ok? Now let’s have a conversation.
First of all from what I’ve seen most of the fans who talk about Taylor swift and queerness do it from a point of literary analysis and learning queer history. This is a huge part of the community and lots of people have said that they never would have learnt so much about queer history without reading taylor swift’s works through a queer lens.
Adding on to that point, it seems a little hypocritical for the gay site which loves queer readings of books, tv shows, songs, musicals, films etc to be bullying a pretty small group of people who are mainly doing queer readings of lyrics. Especially when those people get near constant death threats. Instead of bullying these people (who don’t think or do what you think they think and do) why don’t you go outside and think “does this affect me? No. Do I agree with them? No. Am I going to cyber bully them because of this? No.”
Secondly, for the people who believe that any speculation on a real persons sexuality is 100% wrong. I used to think this too but I have changed my mind a bit about this recently after stopping and thinking about it properly. I’m not trying to change your mind at all I just want you to stop and think for a minute.
If you only get mad when speculation is queer in nature, then maybe think about that for a minute. Why is it totally wrong to think a person might be queer. We probably do it in our daily lives with people we know and they likely do it with us, back in the day that’s how queer people found each other-by speculating on sexuality. Would you be upset if you found out someone that you know thought you might be queer? I wouldn’t, maybe you would but if you would, why? Why is it terrible to think someone might be queer (this is NOT about hounding a person to admit to being queer like shawn mendes, this is just thinking in your head and on your small blog that the person will likely never see). Also this is literally the website where we talk about historical (real people) being gay even when they would have never said something to the equivalent.
An addition to this point before people start saying in the comments is that this is NOT the same situation as with kit connor. The issue there was people assuming that he was straight and taking that role away from a queer person. Speculating that he was queer was the opposite of what happened in that situation. So this is not an example of what happens when you speculate queerness.
Final things to say:
1) don’t believe every post you see with someone looking insane about taylor swift being gay, a lot of them are fake.
2) before anyone says “they should listen to real queer artists instead” most of them very much do. There’s a lot of fans of Hayley kiyoko, girl in red, Janelle monae, tegan and sara, zolita, kehlani etc.
3) there are some queer flags that are there. Sorry but there are. Hairpin drops, lavender, the ladder, flag colours, songs about women, friend of dorothy reference. Whether they are intentional is a different matter.
4) shipping real people is not what is happening for the majority of the people in the community. Also this comes back to queer vs straight again. Plenty of swifties ship taylor with men she’s been seen with and no one goes into their inboxes and sends death threats even when they are the ones making taylor swift all about the men she may or may not have dated.
5) taylor swift has never stated her sexuality. I know this may be hard to belive based off of how some people act, but it’s true. She has made vague statements which could have many meanings but she has never clearly stated anything. When gaylors get upset with taylor it is not because she said she is straight, it’s because they are getting death threats and doxxed and she seems to either be unaware of it (which is unlikely given how she seems to be a little terminally online) or she doesn’t care enough to tell her fans to stop.
6) if she does explicitly say she’s straight then there will probably be disappointment in her use of queer history and flags and her potential queer erasure (as we saw with lavender haze, with straight women describing their relationships as lavender) and centring herself in queer spaces (like the you need to calm down music video) but no one will be angry that she’s not gay. And a lot will probably be grateful that she actually explicitly stated for the record to absolve any confusion. The main issue would likely be other fans ramping up the death threats and bullying.
In conclusion: these people who do queer analysis of Taylor’s work are not trying to out her or make her gay etc. if you don’t understand it that’s fine it’s clearly not for you and you can go quite easily without seeing any of it. It’s not illegal to read works through a queer lens and if it means more people know about queer history then I think that’s a very good thing.
I changed my mind after looking at what a lot of people are actually saying rather than what people perceive them to be saying and maybe you will too?
Just be kinder to people online please and if you don’t like what people are saying block them and do not engage!
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You Are In Love (True Love) | Felicitas Rauch
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warnings: none :)
word count: 2076
summary: you’re in love with feli and feli is in love with you, part two can be found here
a/n: in honor of 1989 (taylor’s version) being announced 10 days ago, i meant to write a short something but it ended up way longer than i thought it would so my bad for that lol
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Morning, her place
Feli’s arm is slung around your waist, the familiar weight a source of great comfort to you.
You can feel her even breaths as puffs against your cheek.
Your girlfriend mumbles something indistinctly and she presses a kiss against the side of your forehead.
A smile grows on your face and you gently scratch her scalp.
There’s only a little bit of sunshine coming in through the crack in the blinds.
The early morning air is cool but it’s warm under the covers.
Warm enough that you never want to leave.
You have your person with you and that is always going to be more than enough for you.
Burnt toast, Sunday
Sunday is game day.
Felicitas always makes breakfast on game days. On every day really because when she doesn’t, you end up with something inedible.
Really, you should leave it to her from now on but you honestly thought you would be able to manage toast at least.
You’re staring at your burnt toast in disbelief when your girlfriend enters your kitchen,
She catches sight of your failed breakfast immediately.
The German player covers her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles but she’s more than unable to do so, holding onto her stomach as she laughs out loud.
‘Feli…’ You plead, cheeks getting redder by the second but she can’t.
‘I’m so sorry.’ She pants.
Breathlessly, she gives you a little kiss, seeking forgiveness.
‘I’m sorry.’ She mumbles and you reluctantly smile.
‘Don’t be. It is funny.’
Your girlfriend giggles again, kissing you again but this time with a lot more enthusiasm.
Glancing back at your burnt toast, you let out a soft laugh.
‘I really thought I was going to get it this time.’
There’s a mixture of sadness and wistfulness in your tone but you brush it off with another self deprecating laugh.
Felicitas kisses you gently, ‘It’s okay liebling. Now why don’t I make us some proper toast? I’ll teach you and you’ll get it soon I promise.’
You keep her shirt
You sneak your girlfriend’s shirt into your suitcase.
Feli’s been affectionately complaining that you’ve been stealing one too many of her shirts.
So reluctantly, you’d returned them all and she had thanked you with a long kiss.
But you can’t leave for the international break without at least one of her shirts.
Even if you’re not going to be wearing it, you want to sleep with it. You want to sleep with your girlfriend’s unique and comforting scent, especially when you are countries apart and she’s not there to hold you.
Your England roommate, Georgia, takes a photo of you sleeping, with your face buried into Felicitas’ shirt.
While she doesn’t have Feli’s number, her Bayern teammate, Sydney does.
Sydney forwards it to Feli immediately, teasing your girlfriend about what she could possibly have done to make you that smitten with her.
Felicitas herself doesn’t know the answer but she lets you keep all the shirts you want after that.
She keeps her word
The age gap was something that bothered Feli initially. The older German woman had been so hesitant to start a relationship with you, wondering if she was too old for you and if it would be better for you to date someone closer to your own age.
It had been her friend Sara who had knocked sense into her.
Quite literally, she had flicked Feli on her forehead and firmly told her that a six year age difference is not the end of the world.
Sara had made Felicitas see how lucky she is, to have the chance to love someone and the chance for that same someone to return that love.
Your girlfriend’s close friend had quietly asked her if she was willing to let you go, in spite of how deep her feelings ran for you just because she was afraid of what others would think.
And Felicitas had decided that she wasn’t willing to do that.
So she had shyly asked you to be her girlfriend and neither of you have looked back since.
Now Feli had agreed to a night out with the rest of the team but you couldn’t go due to your backlog of university work.
It isn’t easy to be in university while being a professional footballer.
You struggle a lot with math and you are so thankful for your girlfriend who unlike you finds it easy.
She loves math and even has a Master’s degree in a related field.
Felicitas had suggested she stay and help you out but you had insisted she go with the rest of the team and have a fun night out.
Your girlfriend had come up with another round of protests before leaving, feeling guilty about leaving you behind but you had waved her off.
You made her swear to enjoy herself without worrying about you.
Eventually Feli had relented, kissing your temple gently and promising to be back by eleven so that she can help you with your work.
After your girlfriend leaves, you work through several of your assignments productively until when you reach a particularly hard question which you procrastinate by deciding to give yourself a little break.
You scroll through Instagram, inadvertently coming across the various stories your teammates have posted, of the good time they are having.
You see Felicitas on Lena’s story, see the way she’s smiling and begin to doubt that she will be back at the time she promised you she would be.
Therefore it comes as a complete surprise to you when you hear her key turning in the lock, fifteen minutes before eleven.
‘Hey liebling.’ She greets, planting a kiss onto the top of your head.
‘Hi.’ You mumble, trying to keep your shock hidden.
‘Do you still need my help?’
‘Yeah.’ You nod blankly.
‘Okay. Let me just take a quick shower and then I’ll be right with you okay?’
‘Okay.’ You answer, still in a daze.
Felicitas kisses your cheek and then disappears into her bedroom.
You refocus back on your work this time with a bright smile on your face.
And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts
Felicitas pulls you closer to her, burying her nose into your hair.
She breathes in deeply and then reaches for your hand so that she can intertwine her fingers with yours.
‘What’s on your mind?’ You whisper, kissing the back of her hand.
Your girlfriend stays silent for a moment and then softly asks, ‘Move in with me.’
‘What?’ You breathe.
Felicitas sits up and you follow suit.
Your girlfriend gently rubs her thumb over the inside of your wrist.
‘You spend almost all of your time here. We spend every night together. Practically all your things are here, from your football boots to your books. I love you and I know you love me.’
‘Are you sure? Because I know you hesitated to date me. Feli I’m not sure I can take it if you decide to back out after I move in.’
Your heart is pounding in your chest but Felicitas simply places a delicate kiss onto your pulse point.
‘I’m sorry I ever made you doubt my commitment to our relationship. Believe me, I regret my hesitation every day but I promise you that I love you. My heart is yours and yours alone.’
‘I love you too Felicitas.’ You quietly say.
It’s not the answer your girlfriend is expecting so she takes it as rejection, her shoulders slumping with disappointment.
‘But you’re not ready are you? That’s okay…I can wait till you are and in the meantime, I’ll do everything I can to show you that I’m not going to leave you-’
You cut her off, pulling Feli into a passionate kiss.
‘I’d love to move in with you.’
Letting go of all your past anxieties, you repeat yourself, ‘I’d love to move in with you.’
‘Really?’
‘Really.’
One step, not much but it said enough
‘Here you go.’ Felicitas says, a bright and clear joy shining from her eyes.
She hands you the spare key to her apartment and you close your hand around it eagerly.
Your girlfriend laughs happily and kisses you excitedly.
You’re just as happy to reciprocate the gesture.
You kiss on sidewalks
‘Liebling?’
‘What?’ You ask, wondering why your girlfriend has suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
‘You have a little something here.’
Felicitas points to the corner of your mouth and you hand her the ice cream you have been eating so that you can wipe your mouth.
‘Better?’ You ask and Feli smirks, now holding two ice creams.
‘No.’ She states unhelpfully before licking your ice cream and you roll your eyes at her.
Your girlfriend shrugs, taking a tiny step forward so that she’s right in front of you.
‘Feli?’
‘Oops.’ She whispers, pressing her lips onto yours.
She tastes like her coffee flavoured ice cream and after she pulls away, you blush.
Felicitas grins and passes you your ice cream back.
‘There wasn’t anything on my face was there?’
Your girlfriend simply shrugs again and you laugh, reaching out to hold her hand.
You fight and you talk
The thing about moving into Feli’s apartment is that when you both get into an argument, there’s nowhere for either of you to go.
Especially this late at night.
So you leave your girlfriend in the bedroom and make up your mind to sleep on the couch.
She doesn’t follow you out and you refuse to go back into the bedroom.
Felicitas has always been an early riser but you’re surprised to find her sitting beside you when you wake up.
‘I’m sorry.’ She whispers.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes before looking at her.
‘I’m sorry too. I get where you’re coming from because we have had such packed schedules lately.’ You apologise.
‘I should never have said you didn’t want to spend time with me. I know you do. Spending time with your family is important and I’m glad that the short break we have coming up gives you the chance to do that.’ Your girlfriend explains.
‘You’re right, I love spending time with you and I love spending time with my family.’
‘I know. It wasn’t fair to make you choose. I’ll go with Sara and the girls. They’re planning a weekend trip and I’m sure they won’t mind me tagging along.’
‘Or you could come to England with me? That way you get to spend time with me while we visit my family.’ You quietly ask.
Your girlfriend blinks.
‘I’d love that.’
One night she wakes, strange look on her face
It’s a kind of an off feeling that you have, like something isn’t right.
It is the reason you wake up, in the early hours of the morning.
‘Felicitas?’ You whisper, sitting up immediately when you see that not only is she not sound asleep beside you but sitting at the bay window across the room and gazing out.
She turns to look at you, her expression a mixture of contentment and something else that you can’t quite put your finger on.
‘What are you doing up liebling?’
‘The bed’s too empty without you.’ You admit and your girlfriend softens, crossing the room quickly to press a kiss against your cheek.
‘Why are you up?’
Feli shrugs lightly, ‘I came to a realisation.’
‘Yeah?’ You prompt, leaning into her when she sits beside you.
Pauses, then says, you’re my best friend
Your girlfriend smiles gently before confessing, ‘You’re my best friend.’
She says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world and it makes your heart fill with more love than you ever thought possible.
For Felicitas though, it isn’t.
‘Not in the way Pauline is. You’re a different kind of best friend. It’s like you make every room you walk into brighter. Your laugh is my favourite sound and I just want to spend the rest of my life hearing it.’
‘Feli…’ You breathe.
‘You’re my best friend too. I love you.’
Your girlfriend gasps quietly, eagerly pulling you by your shirt towards her so that she can kiss you.
And you knew what it was, she is in love
Being in love is different than simply loving someone. You learn that difference because of Felicitas.
In the way she kisses you, you know she feels it too. She is in love with you.
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German Translation:
liebling - love
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noellefan101 · 6 months
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Your First Date-Genshin pt 2
Characters: Tighnari, Heizou, Wanderer, Kazuha x gn reader (separate)
Warnings: fluff and headcanons, so none ig
Note: this was really fun to write, and get away from school stress for a bit, i looooove you all
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Tighnari
it would out in the forest(he made sure there was no fungi or anything to disturb u)
he would show you some really pretty flowers or mushrooms if you wanted(tho he wont make it similar to a lecture, only a little)
he maybe spaced out while looking at you, not his fault your so pretty, but gave a(n) (almost) shy apology after.
definitely picked flowers with you so you could have a fresh bouquet with the prettiest flowers you could find(he made sure none of them were deadly, or bad for you to be around)
you were given permission to pet his ears for a little after he caugt you looking at them for a little too long
^^he also let you cuddle his tail if you were cold(but he wont look at you since he doesn't want you to see how red he is)
overall a pretty good first date, if he could say so himself
Heizou
would talk non-stop about some cases he recently solved, wanting to impress you, even though you already are
took you to some fried food stalls around Inazuma city, ritou if you can handle the walk(ik i can´t)
he wanted to take you to do some puzzles with him, but figured he should make it more classic or romantic for your first date
^^maybe next time he´ll take you out to try and solve those puzzles
he got you your favorite flowers(if you like flowers) or a pot he tried to make for you, with the help of his family (which is very happy he wanted to make something, but didn't know he only put effort in bc it was for you)
kano, his cousin, and kujou sara also helped him actually ask you out, because at that point it was getting painful to watch him swoon over you every day
Wanderer
he didn´t even really agree with where he took you, Nahida just told him where to take you after she found out he (finally) asked you out
so he ended up taking you out somewhere in Sumeru city
(but maybe he also ended up leading you out of the city when people were got a little too loud and irritating for his liking)
didnt get you anything, as he didnt think he needed to, but the fact that his attitude was almost not there (when talking to you) was maybe a gift in itself
Nahida was so excited for your date, she may have borrowed someone's body for a while (at least 5-8 hours) and watched you
wanderer definitely noticed her presence, and tried getting away from her to get some complete alone time with you
^^when he finally succeeded you ended up falling on him, so he awkwardly let you sleep on his lap/shoulder while stroking your hair and getting lost in your beauty
Kazuha
your first date was probably on the crux, or wandering around in some nation (either his homeland or yours if you wanted, but that could always be another time)
the activities he had in mind would be fishing, making food together(or baking), sharing his haikus and poems (and helping you make some if you wanted)
^^i had too many ideas to put in here, sorry
but he would stroke your hair as you lay beside him and mutter his recent love poems, just for you
for the food you made, it would be something like fried/baked fish, hashbrowns... anything you knew how to make(basically), and sweets like dango or cake from your homeland
beidou and the crux may or may not have been following you, just for a little
^^she needed something to tell ningguang, as she was also invested in your relationship, and silently cheered on
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Thanks for reading(ehe), luv ya-Masterlist
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valeskafics · 11 months
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"Real to Me" - Aemond Targaryen x Cousin!Reader (Modern AU)
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a/n: request from @eddiemadmunson hehe enjoy my beloved 🥰❤️
Summary: When your friends tease you about your taste in guys, you lie that your second cousin, Aemond, is your boyfriend. And things get... Interesting.
TW: profanity, innuendo, incest, uses female pronouns and AFAB description, p in v sex, daddy kink, pussy slapping, edging/orgasm denial, fingering, semi public sex, dumbification, thigh riding, dacryphilia, jealousy, slight size kink, hand kink, sorry if i missed any
Word Count: 4,717 words (why can i not stick to 2k anymore)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood 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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You love your friends, you really do. They just really manage to piss you off sometimes. Like right now, for example, ragging on you about the types of guys you date.
“You’re gonna end up married to, like, an accountant or something,” Maris teases you while you wait for your ride home.
Your cousin, well to be more specific, second cousin Helaena is supposed to pick you up, considering you haven’t yet been able to convince your parents to let you get your own car. Always the overprotective ones, they say that either Aegon, Helaena, or Aemond should be the ones to pick you up. Seven hells, they won’t even let Daeron do it, saying he’s too young and inexperienced of a driver, despite the fact that he’s the same age as you. Helaena is usually always on time when it’s her turn to pick you up, but today she seems to be running a bit behind. So, you continue sitting with Maris, Arianna, and Sara, listening to them rag on your “boring” taste in men.
Johanna is the only one who seems to disagree with them, saying that there’s nothing wrong with dating nice guys.
“Jo,” Maris fixes her with an amused look, “You’re gay.”
“And what about it?!”
The five of you burst into laughter, but soon, they return to teasing you about your most recent boyfriend, Johnny Arryn, who although a total sweetheart, is the most boring guy in your graduating class. You broke up a month ago, at your cousin Aegon’s urging, of course. He’s always been a big proponent of being single.
You’ve always been close with all of your cousins, though not so much with Aemond. He’s a bit more… Intimidating than the others to say the least, with his motorcycle, his seemingly cold disposition. He’s never been unkind to you, not once. But he just is so… Out of reach.
That’s when you hear the familiar purring of a motorcycle engine. You wonder which of the Seven cursed you to have Aemond be the one to pick you up today and why the fuck he thought it was a good idea to pick you up from school on his Harley, but then you realize… This is an opportunity in and of itself.
Your, admittedly intimidating, but very attractive cousin, only two years older than you is here. Your friends have never met him. They have no idea who the fuck this guy is since it’s usually Aegon or Helaena picking you up.
Aemond leans against his bike, looking every inch the quintessential bad boy. He’s wearing his combat boots and leather jacket with black skinny jeans and a white tee shirt that sticks to his well defined chest and abs a little too close to be considered modest. And, of course, that scar running across his eye and that hair…
“Who the hell is that?” you hear Maris practically drooling, making you smirk to yourself.
You’re pretty sure your friends are about to completely lose their shit at what you’re about to say.
“That’s my new boyfriend, actually,” you chirp, waving goodbye to the girls as you run off to meet Aemond, “See you guys tomorrow!”
You don’t look back, not wanting to crack under pressure and admit that you’re lying through your ass. You wonder how your and Aemond’s interaction will look to them. You decide to try and make it look as convincing as possible, at least on your part.
“Hi, Aemy,” you say, in a girlish tone he’s not really used to hearing from you as you move to embrace him.
Sure, you’ve hugged him before, but Aemond is a bit confused that you’re hugging him now at your school, when most of your life you’ve wanted to avoid your family like the plague when in front of your friends. When for the most part, you avoid him in general, even at family functions, acting like a scared little rabbit.
“Aemy?” he raises an eyebrow, “You haven’t called me that since you were five. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” you bat your eyes at him innocently, “I’m just so excited to see my favorite person!”
Aemond bites back a smirk at the act you’re putting on, though he doesn’t question it, “Alright, love,” the nickname he’s used for you since you were kids falls from his lips easily, and you can hear the girls whispering behind you as he places a helmet on your head, “Sorry I’m late, by the way. Helaena’s car broke down just as she was leaving to pick you up. Ready to head home?”
You nod, climbing onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “Yep, let’s go.”
Aemond revs the engine and takes off, speeding past your friends who you give a smug little grin to as you rest your head against his back. As the two of you speed away, you realize how broad Aemond’s back and shoulders are, holding back a sigh at the realization. The man is too good-looking for his own good. And you are looking. Respectfully.
No, you’re looking very much so disrespectfully, because holy shit, how is it possible for someone to look like that? To sound like that?
He pulls up outside your family’s home, right beside his, and you immediately pull away from him, getting off the bike.
“Thanks for the ride,” you say, a bit bashfully, before darting into the house.
Aemond watches you go, an amused smile playing at the corner of his lips. You’ve never acted like this before around him, and he’s quite curious to see what’s brought it on. First, the way you hugged him. Out of absolutely nowhere, unprompted. Then batting your eyes at him like that? It’s almost like…
No, that’s not possible. You’re one of the first people at family dinners to trash talk Targaryen family traditions. There’s no way you would have a thing for him, your cousin. But, as you enter your house, you turn back to look at him, if only for a second, before slapping the front door shut.
Hm.
You keep up your ruse with your friends pretty well, posting random pictures of Aemond on your Instagram story, reveling in how you’ve completely shut them up. Except now? They’re insistent on meeting your new boyfriend in person. Jo wants a double date. The others want to make sure he’s good enough for you. And you can only come up with excuses for so long.
Then, Aegon catches on to exactly what you’re doing and asks about it after seeing that you have none other than Aemond as your lock screen, a way to throw your friends off.
“Do you have a crush on him?” he teases as the two of you sit back, watching an old Supernatural episode, “Come on, you can tell me. I’m a steel vault.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “And that’s how Daeron found out who stole his pudding cup, right? Because you’re a steel vault?”
Aegon gives you a sheepish grin before insisting, “But that was stupid. This is important. Come on. Talk to me.”
You let out a sigh and tell him absolutely everything, feeling a bit less stressed after coming clean to someone. Aegon doesn’t judge you as you ramble on, instead just stopping you when he has questions. When you reach the end of your rant, he lets out a sigh.
“Well first of all, kid, your friends other than Jo sound like assholes.”
“I know,” you groan, throwing your head back on the sofa.
“But, I get it. You know,” he pauses, ruffling your hair, making you let out an annoyed huff, “If you are into him, it’s not that weird. We’re Valyrian. It’s like, our culture or whatever-”
“A culture I’ve never wanted to adopt the traditions of,” you insist, “It’s fucking weird. He’s my cousin-”
“He’s your second cousin,” Aegon corrects, “There’s a big difference. You have your cousins, and then you have your first cousins, and then you have your second cousins-”
“Aegon,” you smack the back of his head, making him let out a yelp, “Now is not the time for Mean Girls references, you dick!”
Aegon snickers at your expense before suggesting, “Look. They wanna meet him. Let them meet him. Talk to Aemond and I’m sure he’ll be willing to help you out,” he pauses before smirking, “In more ways than one.”
When Aemond enters the room, you and Aegon are wrestling each other on the ground, you on top of him smacking him while he defends his face.
“Am I interrupting something?” Aemond drawls.
You look up and immediately move off of Aegon, making the elder of the two brothers snicker, “No, Aem, I was just… Teasing her a bit. It’s all good. But, uh,” Aegon glances at the door, “I’m making a beer run. Mind hanging out with Y/N till I get back?”
Aemond gives him a curt nod as he dashes off, no doubt not for a beer run, but instead to flirt with the hot checkout girl at the grocery store. Sometimes you really hate your fucking family. Now Aemond grabs the remote and  takes a seat right next to you, so close that your thigh is flush up against his.
Okay, Aegon might have had a point. Maybe you do have a thing for your cousin. You cross your legs, accidentally brushing your foot against Aemond’s calf. You yelp and pull your foot back, apologizing. Aemond just smirks to himself.
“You can just lay back and put your feet on my lap if you want,” he offers nonchalantly, resting a hand on your bare knee, his index finger drawing small circles on your skin, “I don’t mind.”
“Oh, uh, okay…”
You do as he says, laying back on the couch and propping your feet up on his lap. And you nearly choke on air when his hand begins running along the length of your lower leg, along the inner side of your calf, all the way to your feet. He feels you tense up, biting back a full on grin.
“You’re so tense, little dragon,” he teases you, “It’s just me.”
He begins massaging your feet, surprising you with how good he is at this. You glance at the TV and see that he’s changed the channel from the one playing Supernatural to one playing Cruel Intentions.
And it’s at that scene. With Sebastian massaging Kathryn’s shoulders. You think you’re going to pass out, or even worse, let out a moan which is currently threatening to spill from your lips. You bite down on your bottom lip hard, holding it back, not wanting to make this whole situation any weirder than it already is.
You decide it’s time to finally come clean to Aemond, like Aegon suggested and blurt out, “Can you be my fake boyfriend?”
Aemond freezes in place, “What?”
You begin rambling, explaining everything that’s happened over the course of the past few weeks, profusely apologizing for dragging him into the situation. Aemond, however, looks entirely amused.
“So, the first thing that pops into that pretty little head of yours is to say that I’m your boyfriend? Love, you’re really something else-”
“Aemond, I am begging you,” you plead, looking at him with big doe eyes that he can’t help but be charmed by, “I swear, I’ll come over and do your chores for a month. Just help me out and don’t make me look like a liar.”
“But you are a liar,” he smirks.
“Semantics!”
He lets out a dramatic sigh, “Fine, fine, fine. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend and thereby save your reputation in front of your friends, who quite frankly, sound like assholes if you ask my opinion.”
You wince, knowing he’s right but immediately throw your arms around him in a tight hug, for a moment, not being intimidated by him but rather extremely thankful that he’s bailing your stupid ass out of this.
And so begins your fake relationship. A double date with Jo and some girl she met on Tinder. A group hangout at Maris’s house - where Arianna absolutely was trying to hit on Aemond but he ignores her, paying attention only to you. Aemond attending all of your school events, no matter how insignificant. And over time, he becomes an integral part of your life, the relationship feeling almost too real.
The kisses linger for a moment too long to be fake. The hugs last a second too long to not be real. Aemond’s hand is always around the back of your chair, he’s always opening doors for you, always offering to drive you anywhere you need. Hell, even when it’s just the two of you, you act like you’re actually dating. He’ll lay his head in your lap while you watch TV or you’ll lay your head in his while he reads. You’ve even kissed without anyone around, forgetting that this whole thing was never real in the first place.
The lines blur a bit too much, and you don’t want to complicate things. He’s your cousin, after all.
So, you decide that, after Sara’s birthday party, you’re going to fake a breakup. After all, this whole thing has accomplished what you set out to do. Your friends think your taste in guys isn’t limited to boring goody two shoes, not when you’ve dated Aemond who exclusively wears leather jackets and combat boots and rides a fucking motorcycle. Besides, graduation is approaching. It’s the perfect time to bring an end to the ruse.
You show up at Sara’s birthday without Aemond, thinking that it’ll be good for you to attend without him to show that the two of you are drifting. You’ve donned a new swimsuit you’ve bought specifically for the occasion, hot pink and strappy, showing off a bit more skin than you normally would. But you look good and you know it. So, you approach Sara’s older brother Cregan, who’s home from college. And Seven fucking Hells, he looks amazing. He seems even taller than the last time you saw him, and he’s grown out his beard a bit.
While you’re talking to him by the barbecue pit, you can’t help but subconsciously compare Cregan to Aemond. He’s sweet and friendly and everything you usually want in a guy. But that’s the thing. Aemond has fucking ruined other guys for you, the little shit.
As you’re talking to Cregan, you feel someone come up behind you, grabbing you by the hips. You glance down and see those fucking hands. Aemond’s hands. Aemond tucks you under his chin, his form dwarfing you as it always does, in a way that makes you feel… You can’t even describe it in all honesty. He runs his hands along your sides, feeling your warm, bare skin. You’ve never quite gotten used to the way his large, calloused hands feel against you, especially when he pulls you back against his chest, every bit the jealous boyfriend. Aemond has never been one to half ass things, he’s taken this ruse quite seriously.
“Sorry I’m late, but I see you’ve had some fun without me already, baby,” Aemond’s voice is a low hiss in your ear and you know he’s glaring daggers at Cregan right now.
You give Cregan an apologetic look before turning to Aemond, his shirtless physique taking you by surprise. Sure, you’ve seen Aemond at the Dragonstone beach house without a shirt before, but not since this whole thing between the two of you started. 
Now, you look at his toned chest, his abs, getting distracted for a moment before speaking quietly to him in High Valyrian so no one else can understand what the two of you are saying, “I thought I told you that you didn’t need to come along for this-”
“Well, I wanted to. And what I see is my girlfriend flirting with someone else-”
“I’m not your fucking girlfriend! Seven fucking Hells, this isn’t real, Aemond! Fuck,” you let out an annoyed sigh, stomping away from him, over to where Sara’s dad is handing out snacks.
You grab a popsicle, thanking him, while Aemond just follows you to one of the lounge chairs, the very image of the perfect boyfriend, sitting beside you, gazing at you. You begin eating your treat. And Aemond cannot take his eyes off of your lips as they wrap around it, wondering just what it would look like to have your lips wrapped around something else instead.
The popsicle drips onto your hand down to your wrist and Aemond watches as you quickly lick it off, your pretty pink tongue poking out from between your lips. Fuck, he can’t deal with this right now. His swim trunks have become impossibly tight while watching you, especially with how your tits look in that fucking swimsuit-
And oh, Seven fucking HELLS, some of the popsicle just dripped onto your cleavage. He quickly glances around, making sure no one is watching, only seeing Cregan glancing over at the two of you every so often, everyone else busy enjoying the party.
“Let me get that for you.”
Before you can even respond, Aemond lick’s the sticky substance off of your chest, his good eye locked on yours all the while, and you are completely unsure of how the fuck you’re supposed to respond to this other than your jaw dropping.
“Hm, cherry. Nice.”
You give him an annoyed glare, pushing his face away despite how good and desired it made you feel to have him do that and stalk off toward the greenhouse, “Come on. We need to talk.”
Aemond gets up and follows you without hesitation yet again, “Where are we going then?”
“To talk.”
He follows you into the greenhouse and you slam the door shut behind the two of you. It’s beautiful, well-maintained by the Starks. Mrs. Stark has always had a green thumb. You stare up at Aemond, your eyebrows knitted together in frustration. Aemond just has that smug, self-satisfied grin on his face, the one that drives you absolutely insane.
“What the fuck was that outside?” you demand, crossing your arms, only serving to draw his gaze to your cleavage.
He shrugs, “I don’t know what you’re-”
“Yes you do!” you hiss at him, jabbing him in the chest with your pointer finger, “Don’t fucking play dumb with me! You know that was totally out of line-”
Aemond effectively cuts you off by pulling you close to him, his hands on your hips, staring down at you as he whispers against your ear, “You’re the one playing dumb. Acting like this whole thing isn’t real. It’s real to me, and I know it is to you too,” he moves one hand along your side before resting it on the back of your neck, “I see the way you look at me. It’s the same way I look at you.”
“I don’t look at you like anything more than my cousin,” you say, emphasizing the last word, your gaze moving to his lips for a fraction of a second, “So quit it.”
“Then why do you keep looking at me like you wanna kiss me?” Aemond arches a brow, “The way you’re all flushed, your lips parted like that, looking up at me with those big eyes. I’m not stupid. I know you want me as badly as I want you. I know that this is as real to you as it is real to me. So stop denying it,” he lowers his face, moving so that his lips are a hair’s breadth from yours, “Stop denying us.”
A moment later, you don’t know who it is who closes the distance, but your lips are on each other’s, kissing as though your lives depend on it. You whimper against his lips when he moves to squeeze the plump flesh of your ass, allowing him to slither his tongue into your mouth, exploring every bit of you. He moves the two of you over to a bench in the corner of the greenhouse, seating you on his lap, moving you to straddle one of his thighs. You stare at him, confused.
“Fuck yourself on my thigh.”
“What?” your eyes widen, “Aemond, come on, you can’t be serious right now-”
“If you don’t fuck yourself on my knee,” Aemond says, smirking at you, “You don’t get to fuck yourself on my cock.”
You let out an annoyed huff and begin grinding yourself against him, the flimsy fabric of your swimsuit being the only thing that separates the two of you. Aemond watches you with delight as you wrap your arms around his neck, throwing your head back as you chase after your pleasure, bouncing yourself up and down on him. He decides to grip your hips, setting the pace himself, moving you faster and faster, feeling the heat of your body against his. Your lips are parted in a silent plea for him to keep going as your climax gets closer and closer.
But then? He stops, holding you in place. You look at him, completely annoyed and offended.
“Aemond, what the fuck-”
He grips your face in one of his hands, squeezing your cheeks ever so slightly, staring down at you, “No. You’re not gonna call me Aemond right now. Try again.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking, “Sir?” Aemond shakes his head and you try one more time, your voice breathy as you do, “Daddy…?”
His lips quirk up into a smirk and he pulls your face closer to his own, kissing you before speaking, “Oh, yes. That’ll work. Now, baby, open that pretty little mouth for me, huh?”
You hesitate for a moment before parting your lips. Aemond nods in approval at your compliance before spitting in your mouth. Your eyes go wide as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip before gently squeezing your face again.
“Swallow.”
You do as he says, opening your mouth again to show him you listened.
“Good girl. Now say thank you.”
You hate the wave of heat that sends through you, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Aemond smirks, untying the back of your swimsuit, letting it fall open, revealing your tits to his greedy eye. His mouth immediately descends on one of your nipples, licking and nibbling at the tender flesh, making you cry out his name.
That’s when Aemond lands a slap on your already sensitive pussy, making you stare at him in shock, “Not Aemond. What’s my name, baby?”
“Daddy, please,” you gaze up at him, feeling your eyes start to water, desperate for him to just touch you, fuck you, anything, “I need you, please…”
“Aw,” he grips your chin in one hand while his other squeezes the flesh of your inner thigh, “You gonna cry, baby? Come on. You look so pretty when you cry.”
You feel his fingers begin to push inside you, moving in a curved motion, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit. And, of course, he keeps his gaze locked on you all the while. He takes in every little mewl of “Daddy”, every time your breath catches and your eyelashes flutter at him, the tears that threaten to spill with you so desperate for him. He fucking loves it as he continues fucking you with his fingers.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tight that it seems like he can hardly move them, gasping, begging him for more. Then, just as you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls his hand away. You stare at him, feeling tears of frustration falling from your eyes as he just grins, wiping them away with his thumb.
“So fucking pretty. Now,” he moves you off of him, only for a second, placing you on the bench while he rids himself of his swim trunks, grinning with a smug sense of self-satisfaction at seeing how wide your eyes go at seeing his cock, rock hard weeping with pre cum, “Are you ready for me?”
You nod eagerly, “Yes, Daddy, Need you.”
Aemond pauses, thinking for a moment, “Shit, I don’t have a condom-”
“I’m on the pill,” you grab him, pulling him close to lay on top of you, “Please, Daddy, I need you right now, need you inside me-”
“Okay, baby,” he says, running the head of his cock along your pussy, watching with delight as you squirm away slightly, moaning, “Aww, you’re just a cock hungry little slut for me right now, aren’t you?” Aemond coos, gently slapping your face, “Aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” you whine, almost pathetically, “Please, Daddy, I’m begging you. Need you to fuck me-”
He chuckles, his hand moving to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, restricting your airflow just enough to excite you. And Gods, that fucking hand, so big, wrapped around your throat, Aemond pushes inside you, making you let out a gasp at how perfectly he fills you. Aemond lets out a groan at how fucking good you feel, squeezing around him like you’re desperate for him, for his cock, for anything he’ll give you. He moves his free hand to grip your hips, holding you against the bench, rutting into you relentlessly, his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.
You feel like a crybaby but the sensation is so overwhelming that you feel yourself tearing up slightly as he continues to slam his fat cock into you over and over, stretching you out in a way that you’ve never felt before.
“Fucking feel so good stretched out on my cock, baby,” Aemond hisses as he squeezes your throat, making you let out a strangled mewl, “Fuck, fuck, squeezing me so good. Taking me like a good girl.”
“Daddy,” you whimper, your legs wrapping around him, allowing him to hit you at a new, deeper angle, “Fuck, fuck…”
“Aw, is that all my dumb little baby can say?” he coos, bending down to kiss you, biting down on your lower lip gently, “Have I fucked you stupid, huh? Are you just my dumb little cock slut now?”
“Yes,” you cry out, “Fuck, Aemond…”
He slaps you lightly across the face again, smirking, “No, no, what’s my name?”
He moves his hand from your hips to circle your clit with his thumb, feeling you squeeze around him even tighter, “Daddy, I’m so close, please…”
“Say please again,” he demands, “Come on, baby.”
“I’m begging you to let me come, please, Daddy,” you sob out, your nails leaving angry red lines across his back as you buck your hips against his desperately.
“Okay, baby,” he grins, “Soak my cock, yeah? Show me how good I make you feel.”
He pinches at your clit lightly, and with a scream of his name, you do as he says and finally, your release comes to you. You think you might have even blacked out for a moment from how fucking good it felt to finally be able to reach your climax. All you can think of is him. Aemond. With two more thrusts, he spills himself deep inside you, grinning to himself.
You two stay like that for a moment before scrambling to your feet when you hear someone at the door. You exchange a horrified look and Aemond pulls on his swim trunks, quickly helping you tie up your swimsuit. When Cregan enters and sees the two of you, he seems to think nothing of it, assuming you’re just looking at the plants.
However, as he leaves, he mentions, “Never thought Aemond Targaryen would have a Daddy kink, but hey. None of my business.”
You bury your face in your hands as Aemond bursts into laughter. You slap his chest lightly, scolding him about how not funny this entire situation is.
“It’s kind of funny.”
“Okay,” you relent, “Maybe a little,” you pause before asking, “So what does this make us?”
Aemond looks into your eyes, his own looking vulnerable as he speaks, “Makes me yours. Makes you mine.”
“That works for me,” you say softly as he leans down and kisses you again, wrapping you up in his arms as though he never wants to let you go.
Yeah, you guess it was real to you too.
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—i must be favored to know ya [5/7]
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Part 5 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist
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🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut, 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 5,665 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, again Kim Seokjin MEDDLING, drunk feelings in a good way, nudes, misinterpretation of messages, drunk feelings in a bad way, arguing, saying hurtful things  explicit sexual content: making out in the club, potential exhibitionism/voyeurism, shower sex  🗓️ an: Sorry if this one is angsty y’all! We’ve been slowly building to it, and it had to come to a head at some point, right? Plus, we only have the weekend left! Hospital Vocab: 🏥 A MICU is a medical intensive care unit that deals with less critical conditions such as pneumonia, infections or other problems that require intensive monitoring but don't necessarily require emergency. 🏥 The NICU is a nursery in a hospital that provides around-the-clock care to sick or preterm babies.  🏥 Gastric refers to the unit of Gastroenterology, which cares for issues with the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, colon and rectum, pancreas, gallbladder, bile ducts and liver. 🗓️ summary: “I must be favored to know ya.” Having Jungkook in your life is so much sweeter than you ever thought. It would be great if you could just tell him, but showing him is as good as it gets for now…until you slip up and let the cat out of the bag. But it turns out, you aren’t the only one who has feelings for him, and you definitely aren’t the only one who wants to ride him. When your biggest fears come to light, knowing Jungkook the way that you do might become a thing of the past. 
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“Doctor Cho to room 324, Doctor Cho to room 324.” A nurse's tired voice plays over the loudspeaker as Jungkook follows Jimin into the staff locker room at the end of their shift.
“Bro, why was today so tiring?” Jimin drops effortlessly into the chair across from his locker, as if all of his bones and joints have given out.
Jungkook reaches behind his neck to fist at his scrub top, pulling the polyester material over his head. “It was tiring because we had to change Mr. Lee’s sheets four times today. Why are we working in the MICU again?”
“Because we wanted to take time off next week after the wedding, so we picked up this shift instead of enjoying our usual Friday off,” Jimin reminds as he toes off his sneakers. 
“Next time, tell me to check who I’m covering for. I forgot Sara works the gastric rounds, and while I don’t mind a little incontinence, Mr. Lee is not a small man and four times is more than a little, you know?”
Jimin nods as he finally begins to remove his own scrubs before heading to the showers in the back of the locker room with his small shower pouch in tow. Jungkook follows his lead, towel thrown over his shoulder, his own pouch in hand.
“You know what?” Jimin asks as he steps into one of the small shower stalls. “I think we should go out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop—you know they have the best music and drinks.”
“Mmm, I don’t know…I’m still covering Sara’s shift tomorrow, and if Mr. Lee is still having bowel issues,” Jungkook steps into the privacy of his own stall to step out of his boxer briefs and into the water, enjoying the heat as it envelops his body, “I might not be at my best if I go out tonight.”
“C’mon, man! We should go out because of Mr. Lee! We can invite the teachers, it’s summer break for them anyways, and the four of us always turn up on Fridays. We can invite the whole crew.”
Jungkook makes sure to scrub his hands extra before washing the rest of his body with his green Italy Towel to exfoliate his skin. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask for, man.” 
The two continue their shower routine, meeting again in the locker room to change into clothes to go home in.
Jimin grabs his phone as soon as he’s dressed. Jungkook follows Jimin’s movements as he paces back and forth with the phone on speaker, dialtone echoing through the room. 
“Hey, Jimin,” Taehyung answers the phone, sounding as if he just took a bite of food.
“You’re on speaker. Tae, we’re going out tonight. Octagon or CakeShop?”
There’s a pause before he answers; Jungkook assumes Taehyung is swallowing his food. “Let’s do CakeShop, it’s a bit more cozy. You’re on speaker too, Hoseok and I are grabbing a late lunch.”
“Hey, Jimin!” Hoseok’s voice filters through the mobile.
“Sounds good. Ready at 11?”
“Yeah. I’ll text Woo Shik, see if he can reserve a table. See you later, I’m eating right now.”
Taehyung’s annoyance at his meal being disturbed rings loud and clear as the phone clicks, and Jimin throws the phone into his open backpack. “Can you call your girl? Let her know we’re going at 11?”
Jungkook’s movements stutter as he rolls deodorant on, raised arm freezing in the air. “My girl?” He eyes Jimin from his peripherals, trying to read his face.
“Yeah, she’s like, your best friend. Joined at the hip all the time, sometimes I wonder whether you or Yoongi is her actual brother.”
“Oh, haha, yeah, I’ll—yeah, I’ll call her once we get out of here.”
“Cool, so let’s go, see if we can catch the hyungs before they leave.” Jimin closes his backpack, lifting it over his shoulder. Jungkook follows suit, carrying his bag by the small handle at the top instead as they leave the room. 
“Hyung!” Jimin spots Seokjin as he leaves one of the rooms across from the nurses’ station. The jovial man smiles as he passes a clipboard off to the Resident shadowing him.
“Hey, you guys off for the day?” Seokjin asks as he checks his watch.
“Yeah, we’re headed out to CakeShop tonight at 11 if you and Joon want to come with?”
“I don’t think I can swing it. Joon’s covering the NICU the rest of the week, so I doubt he’ll be down to go.”
“No worries, just wanted to extend the offer.”
“I appreciate it. We’ll have fun Sunday, right? Open bar at the reception and all.”
“Definitely.” Jimin wraps an arm around Jungkook’s neck and begins to tug him down the hallway. “See ya!”
Seokjin just shakes his head, watching as the two men head out.
“What’s got Jungkook so happy?” SoHee appears at Seokjin’s elbow, holding a binder to her chest.
“Oh, he’s probably off to go see his—uh, probably hanging with one of our friends.”
“One of your friends? He must be a pretty cool guy if Jungkook is that excited to go hang out.” SoHee says, a smile on her face as she watches both men bounce happily around the corner, her eyes focused mostly on the tattooed, floppy haired one until they’re finally out of sight. 
“Yeah…she’s pretty cool. They’re like best friends—spend every waking moment together when not working.” Seokjin glances at SoHee, searching for a reaction. He’s not doing it to be mean—in his mind, it’s more mean to string someone along when your heart belongs to someone else.
“Oh. I didn’t realize the person was a ‘she’. Do you, uh, think that they like each other? As more than friends?”
Seokjin makes eye contact with SoHee, trying to express more with his eyes than his response gives. “If you hope to date JK, you have some pretty fierce competition, and she isn’t afraid of using her feminine wiles.” 
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The lights in CakePop glow a harsh red as the fluorescent, buzzing tubes shine across Jungkook’s face. You admire the slope of his nose, the angles of his jaw and the way his hair frames his face as he orders a round of drinks from the bar. He chose to wear jeans you’ve never seen him in before: baggy as hell with large cuts horizontally going up the back of them. With a white sleeveless tank and white, tiger-print long sleeve covering his tattoos, his look is complete with a new chain earring he’s showing off. 
Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok dressed up as well, each one showcasing their different style but just as handsome. They sit at the table reserved for your group, chatting as their heads bob to the music. He’s busy paying for the tab when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
You look over your shoulder at the man who’s sidled up close to you while your attention is elsewhere.
“No, but thank you,” you reply as loud as you can over the music without drawing too much attention to the rejection. You watch as the man’s eyes bounce from you to Jungkook as you take a step closer to him.
“Oh, this you?” he asks, understanding morphing through his pupils. You don’t know how to respond, since it’s very much so complicated, but Jungkook saves you the trouble.
“Yeah, she’s with me.” Jungkook’s arm wraps itself heavily around your waist, fingers on the meat of your hip as he tucks you into his side. He eyes the man, who is slightly taller than him, but seems to deem him as not a threat. “C’mon, babe,” he says into your ear, “our drinks are ready.” 
You smile up at him, moving to grab your drink as he takes the small platter that holds the other four drinks over to the table. His hand never leaves your skin, transferring from holding your hip to holding your hand as he navigates through the dancing bodies and back to your group of friends.
“Finally! Let’s down these and get on the dance floor!” Hoseok says. As the P.E. Teacher at the school you work at, he’s really fit. You know he also works at a dance studio in the evenings and during the summer, so as far as this scene goes, Hoseok was ready to show off his moves. The others agree, so you throw your drink back before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Best to pee now, instead of breaking the seal later. 
“We aren’t waiting for you!” Taehyung teases as he adjusts his thin, silky red shirt, the opening around his neck unbuttoned and angled to show off delicate collarbones and a thin gold chain, but you know that it would be easy enough to find the four of them in the crowd; eyes often gravitate to watch them when they’re together as a group. Especially with Jimin in his all-black outfit, baggy jeans and combat boots put together with a leather jacket, and Hoseok in ripped jeans, jean jacket, black tee and sunglasses? There was no way you could miss them. Jungkook might be the one you’re fucking night after night, but the rest of the guys are also great to look at. Being the only girl out with them tonight will be fun. 
In the bathroom, you see a few texts from your brother, on your lock screen, but you ignore him, because it doesn’t matter. Jungkook is going home with you tonight, so there’s no need to make it weird. You know he’s only looking out for you, in the way that Yoongi does, but tonight you just want to shut your brain off for a while.     
Washing your hands, you check yourself out in the mirror, loving how your jeans fit your ass and your shirt shows just the right amount of cleavage. If you’re already getting hit on so boldly at the bar, you can only imagine how the rest of the night is going to go, and your self-confidence excites you. It’s twisted, but you feel good knowing other guys are showing their interest in you, in front of Jungkook. It’s like…showing Jungkook that you’re a good catch, if others also want you. Plus, having Jungkook step in and turn them away, saying you’re with him is a huge turn-on and confidence boost for you. In a way, you feel like Yoongi’s concerns shouldn’t matter too much because Jungkook already claimed you once tonight to someone else. Do you really need to do more? Your thoughts go quiet as more women filter into the bathroom, talking loudly. 
“But did you see the one in all black? He’s so hot.”
“Okay, but the one with dance moves? In ripped jeans? Even hotter.”
You laugh to yourself as you fix your hair before heading to the door.
“I’m set on the one in white. I’m taking him home if it’s the last thing I do.”
If they had been paying attention to you, they would have seen the stutter in your step and the way you almost miss the handle to the door, but as luck would have it, no one notices the almost stumble as you head back into the dark of the club. 
As you expect, finding the group is easy, but pushing through the onlookers is slightly difficult, as some of the women do not want to move to let you through, thinking you’re simply another fan of the men dancing to the grooving house music. Once you find a break between bodies however, Jungkook spots you and reaches his hands out to you, pulling you through in time to the rhythm. He’s face to face with you, hips moving with each beat that thumps through the speakers as you settle into the space created by the disappointment of the gravitating spectators.
He drops one of his hands, allowing him to spin you around with the one still holding onto you after a few moments and then stepping into your space so you’re able to meld your body into his and face the other guys in the group. You wind your hips back into his pelvis and Jungkook catches every beat, hands resting on your hips as you work him. You want to see his face, see if he’s watching you or not, but when you feel his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly in response to a rather suggestive body roll, you guess you know he’s paying attention to you more than anything else. 
Typically, when the songs change, you also change partners, liking to spread the wealth that is your dancing among the others, but tonight, Jungkook doesn’t let go, and you don’t try to leave him. The others don’t seem to mind, spending their time choosing random people from the crowd to dance with or weaving back and forth to get drinks from the bar. Eventually, the group of girls from the bathroom comes near, you turn to face Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
“I’m staying with you tonight, right?” you ask on tippy toes, mouth ghosting the shell of his ear tipsily to ask something you already know the answer to, but wanting to lay your claim. Your teeth nip lightly at the earlobe without the new chain earring, and you leave a soft kiss where the lobe meets his neck just so the other girl can see. 
He responds in kind after a shiver races down his spine, pulling you closer as the heat from his mouth spreads lower through your body. “You better be—I’ll kidnap you if I have to.” He bites your neck playfully, causing you to squirm in his hold but he doesn’t loosen his grip on you, just apologizes for the bite with a tongue-wetted kiss that promises so much more to come when you get home. Turning back around in his hold, you watch as Taehyung looks between you and his friend, and can only smile knowingly to yourself when it dawns on him what must be going on. Now that Yoongi knows, you don’t really care if the others find out or not. 
Jimin returns to the group with drinks for you and Jungkook fisted in his hands, and you thank him before drinking half of it in one gulp. “Slow down, baby, we have plans for tonight, so we shouldn’t drink too much more, okay?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and pleading when you look over your shoulder at him, and it’s almost heart-stopping how good he looks, tongue swiping his bottom lip and messing with his lip piercings. It should be illegal for him to ask for anything from you while giving you that look.
“Yeah, this is my last one,” you promise, and he smiles as he finishes the beer Jimin gave him. 
“I’ll get you some water, okay? Can’t have my baby with a hangover tomorrow.” 
Your mixed drinks are more potent than his beers, and it’s cute that he’s thinking of taking care of you. You feel warmth in your chest at his consideration and actions, not to mention his use of the claiming endearment leaving you all hot and bothered as he heads off the dancefloor towards the bar. 
“What time are we staying ‘til?” you ask Hoseok, who eyes his watch.
“Probably not much longer, it’s almost one. Thirty minutes sound good?”
“Yeah, I think I can do another thirty to forty-five minutes.”
Hoseok nods, but his smile then turns mischievous. “You and Jungkook sharing a taxi tonight?” He takes both of your hands, swinging them as if going to draw you in to dance with him, and a part of you wants to pull away; as if you can’t dance with Hoseok because you have a boyfr—or because you have plans to fuck someone in an hour or so and it would be disrespectful. Right?
“We always share a taxi, Hobi,” you answer coyly, evading his question and not stepping closer to him, politely declining to dance. 
Hoseok just grins wider, hips swaying to the beat as he steps away from you, dropping your hands. “She’s all yours,” he says over your head, and a moment later you feel the heat of Jungkook as he envelops you back into his body. 
“Here, make sure to drink all of it,” Jungkook places the bottle of water into your hand as he turns you to face him, the lid already twisted off for you. His voice drops, in volume and in tone, as he adds, “Only good girls get what they want tonight.”
You have to hold yourself back from responding with a “Yes, Daddy,”—the alcohol making you much more submissive to the younger man—so you bring the bottle to your lips instead, making sure you hold his eye contact as you wrap your pout around the rim and swallow the first gulp. The water is so quenching, you close your eyes as you take subsequent swallows, a little bit leaking from the corners of your mouth to run down your cheeks, neck, and disappear between your breasts.
“Woah, careful baby, I want you wet, but this water is for drinking,” he says as he pulls the water bottle back slightly from your mouth to slow the flow down, and you’re grateful, but also now horny as your eyes take in the way he’s looking at you. “Fuck it,” he intones mostly to himself, before dipping his face down into your chest. His tongue traces the path of the water back up to your neck where he keeps his mouth to suckle at your sensitive skin.
Neither of you cares that you’re in a packed club, that people are watching, that your friends—who didn’t know until tonight that there was anything more between the two of you—are watching and are also close enough to hear the sound you let out, the cross between a whimper and a moan as you cling to Jungkook’s shirt, hands fisted near his waist wanting him closer.
“Maybe we should get those taxis now?” Hoseok says aloud, mostly to Jimin and Taehyung in an attempt to pull their eyes away from the sight in front of them. The two just nod, and Hoseok pulls out his phone and opens his app. He can’t help but look up every few seconds though, not when you’re pressing your chest into Jungkook’s as he kisses you openly, his tattooed hand grabbing at your ass as he grinds into you in time to the music. 
The sounds Hoseok can hear from you between the music pounding out of the speakers have his dick jumping—as if straight out of his favorite porn flicks—but you’re Yoongi’s older sister, and apparently have been fucking the youngest in the group and Hoseok is now putting three and four together to realize the friend with benefits who he’s been fucking seven nights a week (per his text messages) is you.  
The crowd surrounding their group is beginning to stare now too, and Hoseok feels mildly uncomfortable—not because you have your tongue in Jungkook’s mouth (no, the sight is quite hot)—because the women who were circling like vultures all night are staring daggers at your head. Despite you two dry-humping on beat, Hoseok can see the annoyed looks on some of the other dancers' faces, so he’s more than happy to unceremoniously pull your mobile device from your back pocket (the one without Jungkook’s hand all over it) so he can order your taxi to keep you and Jungkook from getting arrested for indecent exposure.
He hates being the person to interrupt the two of you when the taxis are about to arrive, but the shine in your eyes is full of gratitude as he leads your group outside. He suspects it’s because you were probably in need of oxygen, and a small part of him assumes it’s because you were just caught acting like a couple of young teenagers. Hoseok hands you your cell phone back as you all stand at the curb, and you smile sheepishly at Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, as if to say ‘Surprise! It’s me!’.
Jungkook still has his arms wrapped around you, lips kissing your neck and exposed shoulder—any place his mouth can reach from his spot behind you—and when the first taxi pulls up, Jimin has to pull Taehyung along to go with him and Hoseok. 
“But, can I go with them? I wanna watch some more,” Taehyung doesn’t sound like he’s joking at all, and only decides to climb into his taxi when Jungkook shoots him a glare that you can’t see.
“Be safe, text me when you all get home!” you say as they settle in the backseat. They all give you skeptical looks, knowing you’ll probably be too busy to even see the messages, but they’ll do it anyway. Your phone alerts you that your taxi is also there, so you wave as you lead a seemingly lovesick, doe-eyed, muscle bunny to another car pulling up behind the first. 
Climbing into the vehicle, you’re practically sitting on Jungkook’s lap the entire ride home, where he’s quietly feeling you up the whole way to his apartment. His hand is between your thighs, pressing into you in a way that makes the seam of your jeans press against your clit. He feels the way you roll your hips as he leaves wet pecks on your neck and whispers dirty things into your ear.
“Wanna fill you up when we get home,” he murmurs, “can’t wait to feel you wrap around me.”
Your breathing is shaky, and the taxi driver asks if you’re okay as he speeds down the road.
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Your back is against the cold shower wall, Jungkook’s strong arms hold your legs at the knees as he thrusts inside of you. His body pins you in place, your hands clawing at his back as you try to find purchase against his slick skin. You bounce on his hardened cock as he drills it deeper inside of you, hips rutting for friction against his pelvis, your swollen clit aching for more.
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” Jungkook’s mouth moves against your collarbones as he speaks, switching between biting and kissing from the pleasure your walls give him. The pain as he marks you only makes you wetter, makes you crave him more. 
“Jungkook, feels so good,” you whine out, tangling your fingers into the wet hair curling at the nape of his neck. “Love it,” you chant out, repeating the phrase several times. “Fuck me, baby, don’t stop, love how you feel.”
Jungkook’s brain can barely handle the way you’re sending all of his senses into overdrive. The feel of you sliding up and down, so slick and warm on his cock as you tug at his hair, your words flowing through his mind, that you love it, love it, love it, so close to saying you love more than just the way he fucks you, maybe you could even love…him?
“Fuck, baby, keep saying it, don’t stop, you ride me so good, fucking love your pussy.”
“Love your cock, fuck Jungkook, love how you fuck me, need more, need you deeper.”
Jungkook lets your legs down one by one so he can turn you to face the glass of the shower, allowing both of you to feel the hot water streaming onto your bodies as he enters you from behind. Your hands lay flat on the glass as he begins to pound into you, the clapping of his thighs into your ass echoing off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with your breathy moans as he reaches that spot inside of you. 
“Tell me you love it, tell me how good my cock feels, splitting your pussy open like this,” Jungkook’s voice is whiny as he begs for your praise, secretly seeking more than he asks for. When he wraps his tattooed hand around your waist, fingers dipping between your legs in search of your clit, you give everything he’s hoping to hear and more as you climax. 
“Oh, fuck, right there, Jungkook, fuck, fuck, I love you, don’t stop, please don’t stop, you feel so good, Jungkook, fucking love you, you make me feel so good.”
His head—the one currently buried deep inside you—loses all senses as his other head processes your words, and he’s losing himself as he empties inside of you. Your legs shake, wanting to give out if not for his strong arms holding you up. 
“You’re so perfect, baby,” Jungkook whispers as he kisses the back of your head. “My perfect baby.”
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Drying off, you shiver slightly as Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to grab some clothes for you both and leaves the door ajar. Your phone sits on the sink counter, a little foggy from the steam, but you can still see messages waiting for you. You click through them each one by one, not bothering to respond since it’s much later than the time they were sent, and all of the senders are probably deep in an alcohol-induced sleep. You glance at the time, noting it's now almost 2:30 AM. 
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You’re glad the three men made it safely, but kind of hate the way Hoseok refers to you and Jungkook as teenagers. Were your actions at the club tonight…immature? What did he mean by that? Did he think you weren’t smart enough to make sure to use protection? Jungkook’s young, but he’s not that young! Plenty of people under twenty-six have children. Would it be so bad if you and Jungkook were to become pregnant, based solely on your ages?
Then there’s Taehyung, pointing out yet again how ‘young’ Jungkook is—and why is he sending you thirst traps? You know it’s harmless, he’s just drunk and wants your attention, but it still makes you upset that he feels that your choice was wrong because of age. 
Are you some old crone or hag that can’t fuck with someone younger than you? What makes this age gap so bad? You just want someone to make sense of what they’re saying to you, because the way you’re interpreting it, they think you and Jungkook are too different in age to be together. Your biggest fears come to light in the messages across your screen, from your own friends no less, just when you’re coming to terms with the one fact that should be the only one that matters: You want to be with Jungkook. You want to date him—want him to be yours, for real.  
Jungkook returns with a large black shirt for you, his own lower body covered with a clean pair of red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You pull the shirt over your head, and in the dark, you hear his phone chime with a text message. 
“Who’s even up at this time?” he mutters, and you have to agree, It’s late, but you assume it’s a message from one of the guys; he probably texted them each back and one wasn’t asleep just yet. Your head and arms are pushed hurriedly through the holes, and you see Jungkook barely get a chance to glance at his phone before he’s setting it down next to yours and instead grabbing your towel to finish drying your hair.  
The action is sweet, warming your heart and you know that this is the moment. It’s time to tell Jungkook exactly how you feel, regardless of the post-sex high and in spite of being still tipsy on alcohol—you’re sure what you want to say will come out how you intend. How hard can it be to tell someone you like them? But his phone chimes again and you can’t help but to glance down at it. The sight makes your blood run cold. SoHee, clearly shirtless, sending a booty call text at 2:33 AM. 
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To YOUR Jungkook. To the same Jungkook who you just professed your love to while taking raw backshots in his shower; the same Jungkook who just finished emptying his cum inside of you. 
Your thoughts run wild; did he send nudes to her too? Did he take one when he left the bathroom to get clothes for you both? You want to scroll through the thread, see for yourself that he isn’t sending nudes to someone else, when he’s been fucking you every night, calling you his baby, his princess…No. Your eyes prick with tears at the thought, the alcohol still running through your veins making your ability to think logically about this situation a bit cloudy.
“Seriously, Jungkook? Fucking me and texting other bitches back to back? While I’m still here?” you scoff, shaking your head as you step away from him. 
“What?” he glances down at his phone, seeing the screen lit up with the message from SoHee. His eyes take in the picture and the message, growing wide in fear. “No, baby, it’s not what you think—” He picks up the phone, wants to show you the truth but you don’t let him speak.
“Jungkook, do I look stupid to you? I can literally see the messages and can still feel the ache between my thighs from you. This might work on girls your age, but please, do not insult my intelligence.”
“Girls my age? What are you talking about?”
“You! I’m talking about you pulling a stunt like this!” 
“Baby, c’mon. You’re just drunk, I promise you, this is nothing.”
His words only add to your ire. He’s downplaying what happened, but you know what you saw. It was right there in front of your eyes, but he’s trying to placate you and you can’t stand to feel like this. Like you can easily fall for some bullshit just because a hot, younger guy is showing interest in you. It’s exactly what people expect, right? That older women put up with shit because they’re afraid no one will want them, that they’re past their expiration date for romance.
“Don’t ‘you’re just drunk’ me! I literally just told you how I feel about you, to then see that picture and message! I honestly should’ve expected something like this from you, I chose to fuck the youngest in the group, what did I expect?” You say this last part more to yourself than to Jungkook, but he hears you just the same. 
“Hold on. What are you even fucking saying right now? You chose to fuck the youngest in the group? What, would you have decided to fuck someone else, like Jin or Namjoon? Because they’re older than me?”
“They probably wouldn’t be sending nudes to other bitches at 2 AM after fucking me in their shower and inviting me to stay the night. Maybe my coworker was right about you.”
“That’s not what the fuck even happened! God, you know, you’re so stupid sometimes, I swear. I’ve always wanted you, but you’re the one acting immature, like you’re so great because you’re older than me? Age doesn’t fucking matter, our age gap isn’t even that big! But you’re acting like you know more because you’re older than me?”
“Jungkook,” you sigh out, bringing your finger to your temples, “you don’t fucking get it, you’re too young to—”
“Don’t you even finish that fucking sentence.”
“Seriously, Jungkook. You can’t possibly feel—”
“Are you actually trying to tell me how I feel!? You’re certifiably insane.” Jungkook laughs, but there is no humor in his tone. He paces out of the bathroom, fingers raking through his hair as he tries to make sense of what’s happening. “You know what? You’re the only one who has ever worried about our age difference. Because of what other people say, right? Because I’ve never said anything about it. Not negatively, at least. I’ve…” Jungkook’s voice cracks as he tries to express how he feels to you, but he’s so disappointed that he can’t look at you. “You know I’ve literally been here for you, for anything you fucking needed. My age never mattered when it benefitted you. Your coworker doesn’t know shit about me and you. But apparently her opinion matters more than hearing me out.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying—”
“Actually, I can’t deal with this right now,” he says, adding your name to the end of his sentence like a finality. He turns towards your discarded jeans and shoes. You can see him opening his phone, KakaoTaxi open on the screen. “I have to get up early for my shift, and I really think I should sleep alone tonight.”
“Jungkook, wait,” you start to speak, to try and take back what you’ve said, but for Jungkook, it’s literally and figuratively too late. He walks you back into the bathroom, passing you your jeans from where he’s picked them up off of the floor.
“Your taxi will be here in less than five minutes. Text me when you get home safely.”
Jungkook drops the phone back on the counter and disappears out of the bathroom, and you don’t bother trying to follow him. His phone lies abandoned next to yours, and you can’t help yourself. You swipe sideways to his messages and scroll up through the thread with SoHee quickly, but there’s nothing in it from Jungkook showing he’s sent nudes, barely any messages sent from him at all. 
You blink away the tears that are forming, step into your jeans and grab your phone. His phone chimes from the Taxi notification, and you don’t bother to say goodbye, since you don’t see him on your way through his apartment to his front door. You linger, closing the door slowly but he never appears, and you’re hit with a sobering moment of reality of what your future could look like without him in it. The way home is quiet and lonely at this hour, the roads a sea of black, white, and grey, and you aren’t sure if Jungkook will ever color your doorstep—or your life—again.
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stay tuned for “i kiss your waist and ease your mind” coming 8-?-2023!
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"Oh my gosh do you sound like a sim to them??"
Me trying to place myself in their shoes:
"Why the fuck do I sound like a villager in Animal Crossing-- ARE THEY HEARING ANIMALESE WHEN I SPEAK?!"
(A.k.a I saw the previous ask and thought wait a minute. Two different worlds. Languages so similar but so different....... We're basically speaking animalese in another game/world lmfao)
(Bonus: Creator!Reader knows this and takes full advantage as their payback. Traveller magically understands and speaks back causing further pyschic confusion. Pretty sure soke brains have been melted among linguistic students in Sumeru)
-Vine Boom
VINE BOOM MY BELOVED IM SO LATE TO ATTEND TO YOU!! :'(
It has been a minute and yet, you remain my love!! Thank you for your patience, have a little scenario as my thanks for that and submitting the cool idea <3
Me @ you: ♥ ( ॢᵕ n ᵕ (꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ) mwah! /p
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this gif is just really cute thats why its here.
also i have very little to add so its short but only bc im ✨uncreative✨ atm and ur ask alone is funny enough lmao, so once again, a scenario bc vine booms just a genius all on their own ✨️
😭so you mean 😭 as revenge 😭 for this awful deed 😭 done to your speech 😭 you just start EMBRACING IT 😭😭😭PLEAASEEE-
PLEASE the traveler understands it!! 💀
Also if anyone reads this im so sorry ive flooded the sagau tag with language shenanigans LMAO
Ever since you realized that the entirety of Teyvat sounds like Sims to you, (and the subsequent awful reckoning that you sound the same to them 😭) 
You have finally mentally recovered enough courage, and desperately shoved any embarrassment deep into your soul, to try and think of what to do about it
You quickly found that people had 3 types of reactions to your speech,
 
1. They try to understand the nonsense like you trying to understand their Simlish, it really doesnt work, you wish you could tell them to give up and just gesture at you instead:
(ALHAITHAM he keeps trying then giving up then trying again lol, Diluc, ZHONGLI, Sara, Albedo, Candace, Dehya she thinks she’s gonna get it THIS time she swears-, Eula, Gorou, GANYU she feels bad lmao, Jean, AYAKA, keqing, kuki, Nahida, ningguang, AETHER, Thoma, xinyan, XIAO)
2. They act like you when you hear animal crossing characters speak 💀 you can see the “omg so cute” sparkle in their eyes:
(KAZUHA, kokomi, barbara, KAEYA, ZHONGLI again lol he tries to hide it but you can see the tiny smile everytime you walk over and start ranting at him bc ur bored, Faruzan, GOROU, AYATO, YAE MIKO, keqing, LISA, mika, mona, KLEE literally loves you and you can tell shes always trying to get you to say something lol, Ei (archon), Rosaria she always SMIRKS and ur just- 😳, CHILDE the little shit giggles at ur misery, LUMINE AND AETHER U CANT TRUST EITHER OF THEM- , THOMA, SCARAMOUCHE BUT HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT BUT HE ALWAYS IS OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO HIDE A TINY SMILE AND GOES A LITTLE PINK-!! SAME FOR XIAO LMAO)
3. You know that tiktok audio thats like Isabella from Animal Crossing singing, and then someone’s like “uh-huh! YEAH! OKAY!!” yeah like that, but to you LMAO
(ITTO, Bennett, KAVEH, heizou, VENTI, Nilou she like nods after everything you say and makes sure you’re treated well in every conversation aw, qiqi, KLEE, Raiden (puppet) + Ei (archon), SHENHE no explanation needed, CYNO too, LUMINE, YELAN, yoimiya, yunjin)
Alright i got tired sorry not everybody’s there lol^
So no matter the reaction, they all are a little bummed nobody can get you, 
…but then of. Fucking. Course. 
LUMINE/AETHER as ALWAYS get SPECIAL TREATMENT 
(there’s not a single person throughout all the nations, the archons, the allogenes, doesnt matter, who hasn’t felt a LITTLE pang of envy for this- bc as cute as you sound, goddamit they USED to understand you when you weren’t physically here, before you overcame the Universal Barrier AKA the computer screen lol)
AND THEY GET TO UNDERSTAND YOU.
The Sumeru linguistics department is grinding their teeth, Alhaitham straight up glares every time they translate for you lmao, Zhongli’s eye twitches at least once everytime they do so, Kazuha is literally trying to bribe them with cool places he’s seen that the traveler hasn’t so they’ll share the secret of how to understand you, Ningguang gets 10x chillier when they’re helping convos w/ you, Ei looks like she’s fucking pouting-
Aether is just like 🤨?? For what?? I’m helping???
So confused he never gets what’s going on lol
Lumine, on the other hand, is FULLY aware and smirks every time she’s so smug about it LMAO 
^ the embodiment of the cat surrounded by knives meme ^
Ahhhh my exhibition is April 6th u guys!
May I finally rest in peace when that day comes 🪦
Cant wait to graduate and just have a regular job and not academia + deadlines 😭😫
Hope you guys have had a nice week or two!
Look out for more posts after the 6th :>
Safe Travels,
💀♒️
♡the beloveds♡
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist
Short one but hope its fun my beloved!! :)
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Thoughts and pictures - S3E1
So after digesting my first watch a little bit, I'm starting my rewatch of this season and I'll share a few thoughts and reactions (and screenshots) because I can't keep it all to myself 😱
I was happy that we dived directly into the (sort of) trial and confrontation between Wilhelm, Simon and August. I do wonder how much time passed between the speech and this scene though. It sets the tone for the entire season for Wilhelm: he's gonna be alone, with no support whatsoever from his parents. He enters the room alone, his parents arrive after him and his mother doesn't even look at him... Simon arrives with his mother and August with his stepdad. But Wilhelm has to deal with the situation alone (aka how to get incredibly mad at Kristina barely 5min into the season 😤)
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Simon looks so pretty and so sad. (And how did Omar manage to look even younger this season??) He wants to be done with this whole thing. Also I checked but 1.2 millions kronor is not as much as I thought it would be (it's apparently around 107 000€, which is not bad, but I was expecting more)
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I see what you did there Simon 😏 (Can someone gif this scene and put it in parallel with Wilhelm seeing Simon's room for the first time and saying "cozy" in season 1? :p)
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The boys coming back to the meeting: very smooth. Nobody knows what you were doing. Nop. Not at all. (We can see Linda kinda smirking when Simon sits back whereas Kristina looks like she just ate a very sour lemon). Wilhelm arranging his hair and Simon smiling at him: they might be in the middle of an important meeting and at the Palace but they're still 2 teenage boys in love (and I love them for that 💜)
Rickard looked and sounded like such an idiot in the previous seasons that I didn't expect him to actually be competent! But I guess we were mostly seeing him through August's eyes... I know Rickard said he was the best lawyer in the country but I have to admit that I thought he was just bragging ^^' Also: August is such an asshole. Did he really need to rile up Wilhelm like that? He's got quite the confidence to attack him and tell him how he just fuck things up on his own, in front of everyone like that, including the queen. Who, again, is not defending her son!! She tells them to shut up but she says nothing to August for talking like that to her son 😠
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(They look like they've been called to the principal office). Kristina doesn't look at them immediately, she looks at Erik's picture on her desk first. Then she looks at August. And then finally at Wilhelm. She is so awful to him this season... Right from the start. And then she breaks down crying for Erik.
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While Wilhelm holds her. I wasn't expecting to see her grieve so much this season. We didn't see that at all in season 2. Is it because she repressed all of her emotions too much? I hate that she breaks down like that just after Wilhelm publicly coming out. How can she not be there for him. I get that it must be hard to lose a son, but she still has a very alive one, who needs her.
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Kristina is not getting redeemed in this season but Linda kinda is! I was super happy to see her get in mama bear's mode at the trial ^^ It was about time!! But here: I'm sorry Linda but it's not your son's role to keep you updated about what's going on in your house! You're the mother! Stop putting everything on this kid's shoulders!! Maybe he never tells you but do you ever ask??
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Simon being truly angry at Sara is so good. I am so happy so he's able to feel that way and to not feel like he has to repress it, to forgive her, to help her. She did something truly bad and he's allowed to be mad. Also look at his angry lil' face 💜
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In things that made me laugh: Wilhelm's reaction and face to learning that Simon is grounded all semester xD He was talking all smoothly/flirty and then his tone changes so dramatically when he realizes he won't be able to get his boyfriend in his bed very soon! Horny boy is horny (and frustrated :p)
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This faaaaaace ☹
I'm happy to see that Simon still has Ayub and Rosh here to support him. I wish they would have told him that replying to comments online was a bad idea though. You know the saying kids: don't feed the trolls!!
Wilhelm looks like such a normal teenager when he gets back to his room. First time we see him so carefree. It breaks my heart to know that on the other side Simon is so unwell already.
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Wilhelm waking up happy and smiling. And being just a teenager (for the first time in a very long time): thinking about his boyfriend, redrawing the heart on his hand. It's such teenager things!! My boy just wants to have a normal life... (And then he's immediately reminded that he's actually not just a regular teenager with Farima's text).
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Simon's worried face when he asks about Wilhelm's initiation. You can see he's truly horrified at the idea that he might have gone through what's been described in the article.
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And then it starts: the piling up of everything on Wilhelm's shoulders. First his mother looking really unwell and breaking down (even though she hasn't been said to be officially ill yet), and now the negative impact of his speech on the school... Which Vincent takes great pleasure in reminding him about.
This first episode is really good at setting things in motion. We see already the beginning of what's gonna go down during this season: Simon not feeling well, dealing with online hatred, struggling with his new place next to Wilhelm in the spotlight. And Wilhelm trying to finally live a carefree life at school with his boyfriend now that he's officially out but slowly getting crushed under the pressure of his role as Crown Prince and the increasingly obvious lack of support from his parents.
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misguidedasgardian · 1 year
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The Winter Sun (6)
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6. New Gods
MASTERLIST
Summary: Are you sure this is what you want?
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoif customs, arranged marriage , AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), talks about sex, might miss some warnings
Wordcount: 3.3k
Notes: I'm sorry for the delay! and I'm so happy you are liking this story! this is new territory for me
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“We can have new dresses made for you”, Sara muttered happily as she gave you some of the dresses she didn’t wear anymore, luckily, you had similar physiques. 
“I wouldn’t want you to spend unnecessarily for me”, you said, embarrassed, “besides, I have plenty of winter clothing, specially for riding my dragon, it will get here… eventually”
“In two months!”, she fought
“Right…”, you sad, a little embarrassed 
“Let’s say… we made them, do you know how to sow?”, you nodded, “great, we will make our own dresses, I bet you know what the ladies in King’s landing are wearing this season”, she winked at you and you giggled.
It was nice having Sara, she was like the sister you never had. This morning she had come to you and you spend most of the morning dressing, fixing your dresses and now, you were starting doing your hair. She had offered to do yours and you offered to do hers 
“I don’t know how to do your hair in a targaryen way”, she whispered, as she brushed your silvery strands, “those braids you were wearing when you got here, they were beautiful…”
“How do you fix your hair in the north?”, you asked, with a shine in your eyes. Sara smiled at you
“Like this…”, she made two small braids, and tie them together at the back of your hair, to put order to you hair, but still she left it free, it was simple, yet… meaningful
“Thank you Sara”, you in turn, arranged her hair with thick braids, as a Targaryen would wear, the same day you arrived. You did not know how to braid your own hair but you did know how to braid another’s.
“You look like a northerner”, Sara said happily, looking at you through the mirror, “well, almost, except for the hair”, she giggle and you did as well, you were wearing a gray dress, the color of House Stark, your jewelry, though, necklace, and rings, were all with the Targaryen heraldry, and your silver hair… It was very signature.
All the cold colors made you look almost ethereal, different from what you used to wear though, different… not precisely bad.
You hoped Cregan would like it.
Sara took your hand and led you through the Winterfell’s passages and hallways, down one floor and to the first one, and you walked to the main hall, which served as a meeting room, former throne room, and dining hall. 
You heard Cregan speaking inside the room, he seemed angry, and commanding.
“If she does, the ceremony won’t be big, all the lords and ladies, the most important ones, are here. Let's do it in three days' time, with a small banquet after, we are in autumn, we can’t splurge this far into winter… besides… we don’t even know if she is sure to continue with this engagement”, and then you entered, and all those present, the maester, the master at arms, all those who worked in Winterfell, Lords and Ladies of other houses, all turned to look at you. Dressed in Stark gray, your hair arranged like a proper lady of the North. 
Cregan stark looked at you wide eyed 
“I see her pretty determined”, muttered the Lady Bolton, and Cregan seemed to come out of his estupor
“Your Grace… you look… fine”, he finished, and even though if it was a strange compliment, you felt nervous all the same, playing with the rings on your fingers
“Thank you my lord”
“We were discussing the ceremony”, he said, “it should be held in the next few days, although, if you want to invite people from kings landing they will take time to arrive…”
“I don’t think they will want to make the journey”, you answered sadly, “we should do as you please”, you said with a shy smile
“Maybe it’s not what you’d expect, but the celebration won’t be as great as a princess’ should be”, he said in a warning tone.
“You are right, my lord, we are too close to winter, only a few guests and one dinner should be enough to celebrate our union”, you said and he seemed genuinely surprised. But then he only nodded
“very well”
“I would like to send ravens to notify members of my family, but that is enough, one to king’s landing, one to Dragonstone and the other to Driftmark”, you said confidently
“I’ll see to it, my lady”. Said the old maester with a shy smile, you nodded and thanked him.
If he didn't want to marry you, he would have said something, right?
He was not the same man you remembered from five years ago, it was true, you didn’t expect him to be, but… he was cold… he was rough, he… looked at you like this weakling, like this rachitic pup that would not last the week
But if he didn’t want to marry you, he would have said so, right?
With that thought, they let you use the library to write your messages.
They were three of them, all three the same.
“I, princess (Y/N) of houses Targaryen and Stokeworth, will wed Lord Cregan of House Stark at the end of the week, as it pleases King Viserys, the ceremony will take place in The God’s wood, under the traditions of the Old Gods in Winterfell”, it was brief and communicative 
You sealed them with your personal seal, and gave them to the maester, a nice old man with kind eyes. Maester Celwyn, was his name
All three ravens flied south, two of them flew slightly East. They took three days to arrive at their destination, at almost the same time.
The one in Dragonstone was received with a cup of wine and by the hand of Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince.
He frowned when reading the news of your own hand and letter, he would recognize it everywhere. He never showed it, but he always kept a close eye on you, no matter where he was, or what he was doing, he always had eyes on you. Maids, servants, Kingsguards. He personally, hurt by looking at you, you had his brother’s eyes, but… you were the only thing he had left of him. 
So you escaped the Keep and threw yourself at the arms of Cregan Stark, it could have been worse. They could have betrothed you to that one-eyed cunt, those were his thoughts, you had successfully escaped him, but, so far? He should have betrothed you to Jace, or even Lucerys… but he had his own daughters to take care of…
Either way, he tried to recreate in his mind what his brother would have thought about this, would he approve of the union? He knew his brother held great respect for the North and its people, especially the Starks, he believed them to be the most honorable family in the realms so… perhaps…
Or the sheep had walked willingly towards the jaws of the wolf?
Were you more sheep than you were dragon?
He had yet to see that.
He drank the last of his wine in his cup and then went to find her wife, Rhaenyra, he found her with her sons in their High Valyrian lessons, she looked at them approvingly as Luke, Jace and now Joffrey learned.
“We have received a letter from the North”, he sang. Rhaenyra looked at him interested
“Really?”
“From your little cousin”
“(Y/N)?”, she asked
“She is betrothed to Stark, set to be married before the week’s end”
“To Cregan Stark?”, she asked. this caught her sons’ attention
“Our aunt is set to marry Stark?”, asked Jace, a smile on his face
“Apparently, it was the King’s idea”, he muttered
“My father can barely speak, this is the Queen’s work”, she said bitterly
“perhaps”
“She wants the North under her wing”, she said
“My niece is no Green”, he said with warning in his voice
“She is not for us either”, said Rhaenyra, “when the time comes, will she convince Cregan to support us?”, she asked.
“This is not about what is going to happen then”, cut Daemon
“Are we going?”, asked Jace, “to the ceremony?”
“We could never make it, not with the youngest”, said Daemon
“Send us, Luke and I”
“I don’t think it’s proper”, said Rhaenyra
“Don’t think it’s proper?”, asked Daemon
“Let’s just send a gift”, she suggested with a tight lip smile. And that was the end of it.
In Driftmark however, the letter went straight into Rhaenys’ hands.
She read it with kind eyes and a shy smile. The union was perfect, the Starks will protect you properly, and care for you. You had your dragon if you ever wanted to get out of the cold North, and they will make great allies.
She was certain your father would have approved of the union. 
Lord Cregan Stark was an honorable man, poor man a widower, he needed someone kind hearted like you, with your shyness and your blushes and your smiles, you were going to do him good. 
“Let’s send them a barrel of our finest wine”, suggested Corlys, “she is going to need as much dragonfire as she could drink, that poor girl is going to freeze up there!”, he laughed
“The wolf will keep her warm”, she said with a knowing smirk
“Or perhaps he will devour her whole”, he said back, and Rhaenys laughed as he shared knowing looks with her husband in front of the fire.
“We will send her gifts”, he said confidently.
“I have something better in mind”, she said gently, giving him a look.
Rhaenys had a very close relationship with her cousin, they were kindred spirits, and had so many things in common. Rhaenys was older than Aegon and he looked up at her when they were young he followed her around like a lost puppy, and then when they were older they became friends. 
The distance was the only thing separating Rhaenys from being close to you. She had tried, unknown to you, to make you her guard, but Queen Alicent, and before her, Viserys, had gently refused her, claiming that your father would have preferred you to stay in the Keep. She knew they were wrong. 
So you fled as far as you could, away from your family, up there, all alone. 
And now… the third raven.
Never arrived at King's Landing, nobody knows what happened to him.
Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was the Gods, you would have thought that it was your father himself from the heavens who intercepted the raven and made him lose his way.
If it had arrived… Perhaps you would have never married Cregan.
But it didn’t. 
Only the Raven of Stark, accepting the proposal and dictating you will marry soon, that only arrived.
It was also miraculous that the letter was not intercepted by Aemond, and it arrived safely at the hands of Otto Hightower. 
He smiled, pleased.
The North was his, and he didn’t even need to move a finger.
He had sent Aemond to Oldtown to see his brother, to distract him, he could not have his grandson messing this up, he could not have that. That girl was not for him, she had no allies, no money, no real connections. Nothing
He was good only to sell away, like cattle. 
Your house sigil was a sheep was it not?
The Queen twisted her lips in disgust at the response of Cregan, he did not speak of you returning to King’s Landing, which meant the wolf had sunk their teeth on you and they would not let go.
If she was the one to have a dragon she would have flown it North and dragged you back, make the wolf come south to marry you, but leaving you alone there, it was improper. You went there, a young lady, alone. Perhaps the wolf had already bedded you.
It should have been Aemond
The Queen bit her nails, worried.
Her father had promised he was the one to break the news to Aemond, but it was her who lied to him, who promised him to her. And she couldn’t deliver. 
Aemond wanted her so much, it scared her. She had heard of that deep infatuating Targaryen men could feel, but she never thought one of her sons could be the cruel heir to that dark inheritance. 
She shook her head
She was going to find her son a nice girl to marry, an heiress from a great house, pure, and a devout follower to the Gods. She nodded, sipping on her cup of wine, that was the right path. The gods guided her North for a reason.
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Days passed slowly in Winterfell, and you had barely seen Cregan.
Sara was the one to introduce you to the population of the castle, people who lived and served there. 
People seemed weary of you, looking at you like the stranger you truly were to them. You had always heard that Northerners were weary of strangers, mistrustful. And it was proven to be true.
You were supposed to be the future Lady of Winterfell, their lady, how could you make them trust you?
You guessed that being kind and patient, you wanted to prove to Cregan he had made the right choice.
Also, you were distracted with something else… your things had not arrived yet, you thought they hadn't even left King’s Landing… so… Sara and you were determined to make your wedding dress and as the tradition dictates, your maiden cape. 
You weren’t sure that the cape was a part of the Northerners traditions, but you hoped so.
And Sara had said that yes, you were to make one, your maiden cape, and Cregan was supposed to give you one back. A bridal cape.
You'd decided to make yours with Targaryen colors, black, red and gold. As a farewell to your house, in hopes of avoiding Aemond you had sunk yourself in embroidering lessons, so you had become quite good at it. Right now you were sewing red dragons into the black fabric. Perhaps you’d add a green one, the color of the Stokeworths
Sara and you were interrupted by a commotion outside, you didn’t quite understand what it was, until a guard reached your door, and announced you had a visitor, and you couldn’t understand who that might be.
Until you reached the main hall, and you only had to look at her back, and her hair to know who that was 
“Aunt Rhaenys?”, you called eyes filled with happy tears. She turned around and smiled warmly at you
“Hello my sweet girl”, she greeted and you jumped into her embrace. She held you tightly against her, her hand caressing your back. 
“You came! you didn’t have to…”
“As soon as I saw the letter”, she cradled your face in her hands as she looked at you, “someone should give you away, right?”, she said gently, and you nodded enthusiastically
“I will be honored if that person is you”, you said honestly, you loved your aunt so much… well… technically she was first cousin to your father, but it was your dear aunt.
“Let’s walk darling”, she suggested, and with an excited nod, you took her to the God’s wood, where you could be alone. She, as you did, looked around the trees and found it beautiful
“Have you been to Winterfell before?”, you asked, and she nodded
“A couple of times, many years ago”, she whispered, you nodded. you both sat by the heart tree, in one of his thick branches
“My sweet niece, are you sure this is what you want?”, she asked, and you, without even questioning, nodded enthusiastically
“I like the North, I like it here, this is what uncle Viserys had wanted”, you muttered, “the council had the idea to betrothe me to Lord Stark, and, I know him since I was ten”, you muttered, and she smiled warmly
“I’m glad, it is a good match, he will take care of you”, she said with a shy smile, arranging a wild lock of hair behind your ear
“I’m going to be happy”, you assured her, even though Cregan was not in it yet, you knew he was going to melt eventually.And she nodded, believing it
“You know what to expect, right?”, she asked, changing the subject, “of your wedding night?”, she asked then
“I’m supposed to give myself up to Cregan”, you muttered shyly, “he is supposed to give me his seed and I’m supposed to give him heirs”, she sighed
“Not the shit the Septas teach you”, she chided, and you blushed scandalously and shook your head. “The real thing…”
“I heard some maids talking about it…back in King’s Landing”
“Sex”, she said
“Sex…”, you whispered, “one of them said she had done it with a stable boy and his…”
“Penis”
“Was big and it hurt so much, he made her bleed”, you told her
“In the first time it will be blood”, she said gently, “and it will hurt, but… if he is gentle it won’t hurt that much, if he is gentle and giving it will give you great pleasure”, she explained, you nodded, not quite convinced. She leaned in and pushed you gently, making you smile, “sex is a great way to a man’s heart”, she whispered in your ear, “it will make him and most importantly, it will make you happy”, she said like it was the greatest secret of all
“sounds really nice”, you admitted, with cheeks red of embarrassment 
“remember what I’m telling you”, she muttered with a complicit smile, “sex is the safest and quickest way to a man’s heart”
“Do you think he’ll… like me?”, you asked wide eyed, and worried.
“Oh honey”, she whispered, “he had no obligation to say yes, he did for a reason, and trust me, he wouldn’t have if you didn’t look like this”, she said, winking, and you smiled widely. 
You both shared a comfortable minute in silence, your wedding was set to be in two days time, lords and ladies already arriving from far corners of the North, you had met so many people you couldn’t quite remember all of their names.
But Cregan Stark himself appeared in the God’s Wood, certainly looking for the last visit who came in a dragon, certainly scaring, again, all of his people. Who weren’t used to the flying creatures as the population of King’s Landing.
“Princess Rhaenys”, he greeted, and your dear aunt nodded
“Lord Cregan Stark”
“We were not expecting you”, he said seriously
“I received the letter from my naive, it was not an invitation but certainly, I had to make the journey to be with her the day of her wedding, wouldn’t you think?”, she asked, and he, with a new found respect on his eyes, nodded, his eyes wouldn’t leave hers
“I agree, the family of my bride should be there for her”, he said and then his eyes found you and a hint of a smile on his lips, “I’m glad she has at least one of the members of her family, shall we expect Lord Corlys?”
“No, just me”, she said
“We will have a room prepared”, he said firmly. It was like the faceoff of two alpha, an alpha wolf, and an alpha dragon. And it looked like they respected each other
“I know it isn’t customary for a woman to be a part of the Old Gods marriage ceremony, but I, as the closest kin, her aunt, I will give her away”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way”, he said firmly, “the old gods do not discriminate, kin is kin, blood is blood”
“Good”, she said.
You were glad to have your aunt there. 
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HONKAI: STAR RAIL
WORKS ⤷ my home (for all seasons) [serval x reader] ⤷ ON TOP (part 1) [yukong x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ ON TOP (part 2) [serval x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ sleepless nights [himeko x reader] [kafka x reader] ⤷ any way you want me, baby [ruan mei x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ good god, let me give you my life [ruan mei x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ VORACITY [kafka x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ BAD ROMANCE [acheron x reader] [NSFT] [DARK CONTENT]
DRABBLES + HEADCANONS ⤷ hold on tight [kafka x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ high up [natasha x reader] ⤷ risqué [topaz x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ pacific rim AU [yukong x reader] ⤷ jingliu thoughts [jingliu x reader] [mild NSFT] ⤷ lock charm [implied jingliu x reader] ⤷ sub!acheron [acheron x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ dance [black swan x reader]
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PATH TO NOWHERE
WORKS ⤷ ALL I SEE IS RED LIGHTS [rahu x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ worship (like a dog) [rahu x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ ON TOP (part 1) [shalom x reader] [adela x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ ON TOP (part 2) [rahu x reader] [raven x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ equestrian au [cinnabar x reader] ⤷ equestrian au (part 2) [shalom] [rahu] ⤷ equestrian au (part 3) [cinnnabar] ⤷ (SUN)DRESS [shalom x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ experience [rahu x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ video star [deren x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ like music [ptn x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ VORACITY [cabernet x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ what is this feeling? [zoya x reader] ⤷ ACT THREE: RESOLUTION [deren x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ cloudgazer [deren x reader] ⤷ back to you [deren x reader] [NSFT]
DRABBLES + HEADCANONS ⤷ reunions [zoya x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ post-canon thoughts [shalom x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ raven thoughts [raven x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ pegging rahu [rahu x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ adela thoughts [adela x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ NOX headcanons [nox x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ iron headcanons [iron x reader] ⤷ rahu shenanigans [rahu milf!reader series] ⤷ pretty girl [rahu x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ on-call rooms [iron x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ housewife!rahu [rahu x reader] ⤷ girlfailure!deren [deren x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ coffee and... milk? [rahu milf!reader series] [NSFT]
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GENSHIN IMPACT
WORKS ⤷ ON TOP (part 1) [kujou sara x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ ON TOP (part 2) [yelan x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ bring me the sun [arlecchino x reader] ⤷ VORACITY [navia x reader] [raiden ei x reader] [NSFT]
DRABBLES + HEADCANONS ⤷ guns, macarons and tea [clorinde x reader x navia] ⤷ sweet tooth [navia x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ clorinde thoughts [clorinde x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ arranged marriage [kujou sara x reader] ⤷ starting a family [clorinde x reader x navia] [NSFT] ⤷ arle's useful idle animation [arlecchino x reader] ⤷ taking it all [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ insatiable hunger [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ slipping [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ talkin' body [arlecchino x reader] ⤷ petnames [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ daddy? sorry [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ soft touch [arlecchino x reader] ⤷ good night, sleep well [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ alternatives [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ a little encouragement [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ exercise [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ hush, now [navia x reader] [NSFT] ⤷ had enough [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT]
FAIRY TALE AU ⤷ main page
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OC CONTENT: SEV.ARCHIVE
FAFNIR [HSR] ⤷ main info sheet ⤷ record 1 ⤷ record 2 [mild NSFT] ⤷ trivia 1 ⤷ trivia 2 ⤷ character story 1 [tw. mentions of violence]
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SELFSHIPS
SEVCHINO [sev x arlecchino] ⤷ lonely little star ⤷ girl dad arlecchino ⤷ rough treatment [NSFT] ⤷ sibling bonding ⤷ watch your tone ⤷ dangerous women ⤷ sevchino trivia ⤷ sevchino backstory & dynamic ⤷ family portraits [nekas] ⤷ protective ⤷ domestic ⤷ dynamics ⤷ from before ⤷ father & kids ⤷ sev lore (1/?)
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