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petertingle-yipyip · 1 year ago

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MOONLIGHT - BELLAMY BLAKE

Pairing: Bellamy x reader

Word Count: 2,247

Summary: A quick hunting run goes bad so you’re forced to make a choice, but as expected, Bellamy is on your side. Finding some quiet afterwards allows a kinder moment amongst the chaos of the Ground.

Benefit of being older than The 100, they for the most part saw you as an authority figure. There were some that saw you as an equal and it all made no difference to you.

You were on the Ground. You were with people you cared about. Ultimately, you still won.

Everything seemed okay until one day, you were out with a small group that Bellamy assigned for you to hunt with. You had just thrown the small, handmade knife at the creature that you hadn’t even fully identified. Before you could get closer and regather your weapon, you were shoved from behind.

You hit face first against a tree and your skin burned with the new scrape. A hand landed on each arm and two hit at the base of your shoulders to pull your arms back while keeping you pressed against the rough bark.

“What the hell is this?” You asked angrily, jerking against the grip. It did nothing to free you, only anger the new marks on your cheek.

“Now that we’re far enough from camp, Bellamy can’t come to your rescue.” Murphy said from behind you. “We’ve come to a decision.”

“Great way to start.” You muttered, to which a new hand landed on the back of your head and pushed down to drag your face along the surface. You bit down the sound as you felt the new tears across your skin. “What do you want?” You asked loudly instead.

“We want you off the hunting team.” He answered flatly.

“What? Why? I’m the best hu-”

“You’re not the best.” He laughed. “You slow us down, actually. Just because you’re with Bellamy doesn’t mean you can get in my way.”

“You’re a goddamn idiot. Are you that self-centered that you can’t see this has nothing to do with Bellamy? I can track. I aced Earth botany. I can handle a blade better than any of you.”

They pulled you back and slammed you against the tree again.

“Everyone else is gonna starve because of your arrogance.” You warned.

“I think they’ll be fine.” He said and you just barely see the smirk. “You should worry about yourself.”

“Alright, fine.” You conceded.

It just wasn’t worth the fight.

“What was that?”

“Fine.” You said louder and your arms were released. “I’ll talk to Bellamy when we get back.”

“And this is your idea, right?”

You ground your teeth. “Right.”

Murphy smiled in triumph and gestured for you to guide the way. The other two went to gather the dead animal that you had nearly forgotten about. As they were dragging the carcass by, you stopped to free your knife and shove it back under your belt. You pressed gentle fingers against your cheek and felt the thin bunches of peeled skin accompanied with the slick feeling of fresh blood.

You kept your head down as you reentered camp. The boys were met with proud cheers and you were more worried about keeping your face hidden that you ran into Octavia.

“Hey.” She greeted before reaching for your shoulder. “What the hell happened out there?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “Where’s Bell?”

“Either in his tent or the Dropship. Y/N, what-“

“And Clarke?”

She sighed slightly, as if realizing you weren’t going to talk about it.

“Her tent.”

“Great, thanks.” You smiled quickly but her frown froze you for a second longer. “Don’t tell your brother?”

“He’s gonna see your face.” She complained.

“I know but by then, I’ll have an excuse. Please, Octavia.”

“Fine.” She sighed and you heard Bellamy’s voice in the distance.

“Thank you.” You nodded and ducked again before pushing through the crowd gathering to see what the team brought back.

You pushed into Clarke’s tent and there she was with Finn.

“I need your help.” You confessed and gestured to your face.

“Y/N, oh my god!” She exclaimed and ushered you to sit beside her.

You dropped cross-legged on the floor and shrugged your jacket off. Your hands landed in your lap as you allowed Clarke to move your face by your chin.

“This has gone too far.” She scolded.

“This was Murphy again?” Finn asked from Clarke’s side, shooting you wide and worried eyes.

“Yeah.” You admitted. “They want me off hunting, said I slow them down.” You mocked before blowing a sigh. “It’s not worth the fight anymore.”

“If you come off hunting, they’re gonna have to go more often. They don’t bring in enough when it’s just them.”

“They don’t care.” You shrugged. “But between them slamming into me, tripping me, pushing me, and now scratching the hell outta my face, I’m done with their little power plays. They wanna hunt so bad, be my guest.”

“What are you gonna tell Bellamy?” Clarke asked as she gently pressed a torn cloth to the sticky wounds and you winced. “Not much we can do to hide these.”

“That I’m too clumsy? Or I’m bored? I don’t know but I can’t tell him it was their idea. I get enough shit for the whole ‘king and queen’ thing.”

“He’s gonna lose his shit if he finds out. I mean, you heard what he did to Atom for kissing Octavia.” Finn continued. “Can’t imagine what he’d do to them for this.”

“I know.” You agreed and began to untie the braid you had done to keep your hair out of the way while you were hunting. “Hence why I have to convince him it’s my idea.”

“What’s your idea?” Bellamy spoke as he entered the tent and you jumped, shoving the cloth away and dropping your gaze down so your hair would hide your face.

“Finn, help me find the extra seaweed from the river that we used on Jasper.” Clarke said and you looked up at her in a panic. “I think it’ll help.” She offered genuinely.

“Help with what?” Bellamy asked. “Something happen out there?”

“That’s not what I’m worried about, Clarke.” You said through tight teeth and you subtly jerked your head towards Bellamy. “Don’t leave now.”

“What happened to your face, Y/N?” Bellamy asked, now kneeling in front of you.

You heard the two sets of feet leave and you sighed to yourself. With no other options, you tucked your hair out of the way and looked up to face him. You watched his eyes scan your face and linger on the still burning wounds on the side of your face. His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath before he took one of your hands in his.

“Who was it?” He asked lowly, staring at your joined hands.

“I tripped.” You lied and his shoulders shook slightly with a quiet laugh of disbelief. “Really, Bell. It’s fine.”

“Who did this to you, Y/N?” He urged, meeting your eyes. The anger in his stare could’ve burned a hole through the Ark.

“It…” You sighed and understood that there was no way that lie would work. “I don’t know who it was. They came up behind me and hit me against the roughest tree in the damn forest, apparently… But it does bring up something we need to talk about.”

He nodded for you to continue.

“I think, for a little while at least, I need to be off the hunting team.” You spoke carefully, treading lightly to avoid incriminating Murphy - despite deeply wanting to - and pissing off Bellamy more than he already was. “Something’s happened on almost every trip and it’s not productive.”

“What else has happened?” His brows furrowed.

Carefully, you lifted your shirt to show the bruise on your ribs from where Murphy had shoulder-checked you into a thick fallen tree trunk. Then you shifted the waistband in your pants to show the small collections of pricks from where Murphy pushed you into a small thorned bush. You flipped your lower lip to show the deep purple patch from the low hanging branch Murphy smacked you with. You pulled down the collar of your shirt to show your chest, littered with bruises and small knicks from the various falls you’d suffered by Murphy’s design.

“Just let Murphy lead them for a while.” You shrugged.

“They can’t feed this camp without you.” Bellamy shook his head. “What you brought in today will last us three or four days. They can barely get us through two.”

“Then send others with them to make up for it. I don’t know what you want from me, Bell.”

“I want you to tell me the truth.” He urged gently, though the demand didn’t go unnoticed. “One of those guys out there do this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You sighed. “Tell me you agree.”

“I will when you tell me the truth.”

“Bellamy.” You groaned, drawing out his name.

He raised his eyebrows with a tilt of his head and you pursed your lips to form a small pout. The stare down only lasted for a few seconds before you broke and stared at your hands, safely tucked away within his grasp.

You knew you were safe with Bellamy. You could tell him anything, that much he always promised you. But Murphy was crafty, sneaky. He’d find a way to get to you when Bellamy wasn’t looking.

Yet if you told Bellamy, maybe he would be looking more often.

“Murphy and I got into an argument.” You began, carefully choosing your words. “We went back and forth and then I got shoved. I don’t know if he orchestrated it or if someone was just being opportunistic but I can’t keep this up. I’m tired and my body hurts and I just need a break.”

He nodded slightly, clearly still processing your words. You watched his eyes for some sort of hint to his reaction, but he was guarded in his thought process. His put a hand on your unmarked cheek and his thumb stroked your cheekbone gently.

“Okay.” He said quietly.

“That’s it?” You quirked a brow. “No trying to convince me otherwise?”

“No.” He laughed slightly. “Y/N, you’ve been out there fighting for us and taking all sorts of beatings. If that’s what you want, let Murphy get kicked around for a while.” He shrugged.

At that, you laughed.

Bellamy made the announcement later that day that you were taking a small break from hunting. You’d agreed to help build the wall while your latest injuries healed and offered to go wherever you were needed. No one said anything otherwise and you were glad it was an easy change.

Murphy and his friends walked by with mock salutes or bows, muttering about the king and queen. You wanted to put your knife in them right there but Bellamy was smooth in draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, even angling his body slightly in front of yours.

Once night came, you found yourself sitting on a log a few feet outside the wall. You had one leg up and your arms wrapped around it, head leaning against the side of your knee. Your eyes were upwards, counting the stars and trying to see the craters on the moon.

“Didn’t see enough space on the Ark?” Bellamy asked as he sat beside you.

“It’s different from here.” You reasoned. “It all seems so far away.”

“Yeah… You sure you’re alright?”

“Long live the king and queen.” You mocked. “They’re so stupid.”

He hummed in agreement.

“Us being together isn’t the only factor in us taking charge around here. We’re older. We’re smarter. We-“ You looked over and saw he was staring, soft eyes and a small smile on his lips. “Alright, lover boy. Are you even listening?” You laughed slightly.

“No.” He confessed with a laugh of his own. “I got distracted.”

“By what?” You were still smiling.

“Your eyes. The way they reflect the moonlight.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks flushed and your teasing smile became one of slight embarrassment.

“Every look, especially right now, makes me wanna give you… Everything.”

“Everything?” Your brows raised and you shifted to face him.

He reached for your hand and you gave it to him immediately.

“You are the queen after all.” He joked and you scoffed with a smile, pushing lightly at his chest.

“Aren’t you hilarious?” You said sarcastically before turning your face back to the sky. “I’ve always loved the moon, y’know. But down here, it’s like you can hold the moonlight.”

You reached your other hand out and cupped it, letting the moonlight illuminate your palm and fingers. You leaned back against Bellamy’s chest and he draped an arm over your shoulder, still keeping hold of your hand. You felt his chin on the other side and you let your head fall back a bit.

You understood exactly what he meant just a few moments ago. You wanted to give him everything too.

“Bell?” You asked simply.

“Mmm?” He hummed against the skin of your neck.

“You kinda remind me of moonlight.” You said simply.

“How?”

You shrugged slightly. “Different on the Ground. Beautiful and illuminating. Everyone looks at the moon and some love it, but the moon shines based on the sun. And when it does…”

“If I’m your moonlight, does that mean you’re my sunshine?” He asked and you wondered if he was serious or just teasing.

“Do you only light up ‘cause of me?”

“That’s why Octavia says.” He smiled at you. “I wouldn’t doubt it either.”

You smiled softly. “Then I guess so.”

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twomindsbrokenheart · 1 year ago

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Save the Date || Closed RP @80s-pizza-party

With the hustle and bustle of the holidays over and done with, the new year in the Pizzaplex settled into much the same pattern as the one before it. True, some things had certainly changed in twelve months. The player wasn't coming around much anymore, not even to play Ruin, so Vanessa didn't have much in the way of glitch reports to file; she ended up enrolling in a couple of recreational classes taught by a sprite-based organization at the Gray Market, the same ones who put together things like the winter carnival and fall festival, and now she spent two evenings a week studying botany and art history. Speaking of classes, the kids still had their weekday morning lessons, though sign language was now mixed in with Reading Club and Science Club -- aka gathering together to chip away at a chapter book and doing some basic kid-friendly experiments. Meanwhile, the Glamrocks got together for jam sessions fairly often, and Monty often pounded away at his drum kit even when everyone else wasn't present.

In the midst of all this, Freddy and Bonnie sat down and began planning their wedding. Weekday mornings when the kids were in class had always been their time to get together, to listen to music, dance, or simply talk, but now they spent many of these meetings figuring out the details of the ceremony.

Pretty much all of the major characters of the game would be participating in some way, depending on their area of expertise. Chica was in charge of catering and baking the cake, Roxy would take care of hair and makeup for those who needed it, Eclipse would deal with all wardrobe-related concerns. Monty and Gregory would be the best men, while Cassie and Cassidy were the ring bearer and flower girl, respectively. DJ would provide music for the ceremony and reception. Sun was assigned to decorations, Moon was the bouncer (and also organizing a sleepover for the children on the night of the big day, so that Bonnie and Freddy could spend their first night as a couple together), and Vanessa had offered to do the flower arrangements, although Freddy had also asked her to officiate; she was the only one he could think of to do so.

Around the twentieth of January, after considering and rejecting a Valentine's Day wedding, Freddy and Bonnie finally sent out their "Save the Date" messages. The ceremony would take place on Saturday, the thirteenth of April, just two weeks after Easter. And these messages, the prelude to official invitations, made their way across the Pizzaplex as well as to their neighbors in Help Wanted, following the approximate guest list of the Christmas party.

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paranoiastudio · 3 days ago

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Bride by mistake [Prologue]

pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen х f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, oral, fingering, unprotected, handjobs, creampies, pet name, secret relationship, fake relationship (with Aegon), angst, slowburn, drugs and alcohol references

Description: I've long wanted to visit the Targaryen country "castle", but going there as Aegon's girlfriend... A lie on the part of a friend led to many strange events, the key person of which was none other than Aemond Targaryen, the younger brother of my friends and the strangest guy in the world.

Prologue

- What did you say? - You almost knock the joint out of Aegon's hands. - Are you kidding?

- I panicked. - He shrugs. - Mom was so pressed, I was after a night of debauchery and… I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

- Idiot! - You clutch your head; getting involved with Aegon Targaryen was a big mistake.

You study with his sister. Helaena is the most beautiful and kindest creature in the world, you do botany assignments together, often hang out after classes. She introduced you to Aegon, who didn't show up on campus very often, preferring to have fun. That's how you became to friends, you started selling him weed and soon he became your regular and most insatiable customer.

You bonded over your love of cats (each Targaryen child had their own cat) and video games, sometimes smoking together and often running into each other in the city. And now you're friends, you cover for him in front of girls, help him with tests… And bring weed to his house.

- Well, what are you suggesting! You often come to our house, mom noticed.

- I study with your sister, did you not think about that?

- Please… - Aegon makes "puppy eyes". - It's only for a week, I beg you. Do you want me to pay you?

- Fuck you! But you owe me now, understand? - Aegon smiles as if he's stunned and nods to you. - I'm going.

- There's ginger beer in the fridge. - Aegon hugs you, surprisingly, but he always treated you like a friend and nothing more.

- I'll take two bottles, because you're an idiot. - You return the hug and head downstairs, calling yourself a cab.

The kitchen was cool and quiet, everyone was already asleep when Aegon let you in. Putting your phone away, you open the fridge and pull out a bottle of beer, almost dropping it when someone comes into view.

- Hello. - Aemond, sleepy and half naked, seemed to sneak up on you, you didn’t hear his footsteps.

- Hello. - You twirl the bottle in your hands, trying not to stare at him too obviously.

- Are you coming with us? - Aemond walks around you and gets milk from the fridge. His tone sounds casual, does he know that Aegon is a little liar?

- Oh, yeah. Aegon asked today… - You try to sound casual and take a sip of beer.

- So you’re his “girlfriend”. - Aemond makes quotes with his fingers and looks at you point-blank, he knows the truth.

- Since Aegon screwed up, we'll have to help him. We're friends… - Aemond is standing so close, you can feel the warmth of his body, he just got out of bed and didn't look like he usually does.

- Yeah… - He continues to look and you can't think of anything better than to hand him the bottle, silently offering him your drink.

Aemond takes the cold bottle and takes a sip, looking into your eyes. A small drop rolls down his neck, you see his Adam's apple moving and lick your lips.

The taxi's horn brings you to your senses, taking the bottle you mumble something like goodbye and fly out of the house, literally running along the white gravel path.

When you got into the car, your gaze fell on the bottle again. You hesitate for a second, then take another sip, unable to shake the thought that his lips had touched the cold glass neck too. It's going to be a tough week…

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solarissttee · 3 months ago

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NEATH THE GROVE IS A HEART .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS : when you find yourself unable to concentrate on your training, lancelot makes sure that you know he’s always there to help! ft. percy platoon.

CONTAINS . . . 1.5k ; lancelot x fem!reader (black coded) ; fluff, lancelot wants that cookie so effing bad, post-wallnack arc, use of pet names (pretty/pretty girl, sweets, etc), lancelot’s amazing teaching skills.

a sharp sigh falls from your lips, frustration etching itself onto your features. you huff out in displeasure, sitting against the floor, scribbling something into your notebook. lancelot watches you with amusement.

“having issues there, sweets?” he mused, crouching down next to you, smiling fondly at you.

your nose scrunched and eyebrows furrow deeply making you look like a cute bunny to him. he pinched your cheeks, lightly gripping the skin between his forefinger and thumb.

“don’t frown like that. your face will get stuck.”

you hold back rolling your eyes at him, knowing that he doesn’t tolerate that level of sass— matter of fact, he would give it right back; he’s petty like that.

“yes, i’m having a whole lot of trouble and I need to concentrate. you’re distracting me.”

“seems to me that you’re already distracted, sweets,” he plops down next to you. “you can always come to me for advice, you know? i’m training you guys for a reason,” he nudged his head over to the rest of your friends that were working on the “assignments” he’d given them.

it’s been about a little over a week since you guys had come down to the demon realm, and although most demons seemed to be pretty hostile (towards tristan more so than the rest of you), they were fairly hospitable and not that bad to be around even despite everyone’s differences.

in that time, lancelot had taken it upon himself to train you and the rest of the percival platoon; something about how all of your skill levels are mediocre and need to be improved. rude, but true.

“i know that you want to help, but i need to do this on my own…” you mutter, staring at the plant in front of you.

lancelot had suggested you expand your horizons with the plants that you control so that they aren’t limited to just the ones in the human realm. he occasionally brought you plants from the fairy realm to help you out and thought that being here in the demon realm who give you something new to try your hand on.

“we’re a team, you don’t have to do this alone.”

you wince when he flicked your forehead, but he then soothed it with his thumb, leaning in close. “I believe in you, sweets. but if you’re having trouble, then tell me. let me help you.”

“alright… i’ve not been able to get the stupid fucking plant to respond to me at all. i’m so lost, lance..”

he frowns at your downtrodden expression, tilting his head back in thought. “say, how do you normally get plants to obey you?”

“what?”

“you’re quite proficient with human botany, and you’re not that bad when it comes to fairy ones either. but it seems that you’ve reached a stump here. do you know why that is?”

“no, lance.. i don’t. if i did know, i wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“alright. the issue here is that you’re viewing the plant as a completely separate entity from you. do you remember what i first told you when we started to practice with plants from the fairy realm?”

in all honesty, he had gone on a thirty minute lecture about how you needed to know the plant inside and out; it’s anatomy, physiology, taxonomy, ecology, and other studies of plants. he went as far as borrowing books from hendrickson just for you to study with. thank the stars that nasiens was already on board the team, he was the most helpful when it came to helping you properly absorb all that information.

“you told me that i need to understand the plant on a personal level..”

“yes, i did say that, but there’s something else that i’d told you. can you remember, pretty?”

you pause, racking your brain. after a solid five minutes of your mind drawing blank, you shake your head in defeat.

he sighs but smiles softly. “you need to view the plant as an extension of yourself rather than something that’s separate from you. you have the ability to manipulate and conjure plants, but you’re limiting yourself. feel the plant, try to understand it and communicate with it. resonate with it.”

you have to admit, he has a point. you sit up on your knees, and shuffle closer towards the demonic plant. it was various shades of blue with dramatic spiral patterns that seemed quite fantastical and befitting for a plant species of another world. you reach out to touch it, closing your eyes to get familiar with it.

lancelot watches you with a keen gaze, his eyes softening ever so slightly as his pupils dilate just a bit. for a moment, time seems to halt around him and you, the silence that encompasses you both is comfortable.

five minutes pass, then ten, and suddenly it’s been over an hour. during that time, lancelot had gone over to help donny and nasiens with their training, leaving you by yourself.

you feel yourself growing restless and frustrated. you’re out of your element here but there isn’t anything you can really do about it. lancelot is right in his belief to push your limits; having various species of plants answer to you would be advantageous during fights, especially now that arthur and his chaos knights have been making several appearances lately.

your frustration seems to be boiling over. your things ache, your back is stiff and your eyelid has been twitching nonstop for the past twenty minutes which is pissing you off even more. “for fuck’s sake! i can’t take this anymore!”

lancelot and the others look over to you in worry. they had sensed your growing agitation but you seemed to be getting a little too worked up.

lancelot, ever so sweet, is the first to be at your side. he’s rubbing your back gently and reassuring you softly that you’re doing okay. your eyes brim with tears of frustration which you desperately try to wipe away.

seeing your distress, he cups your face within his palms firmly. “hey, look at me. look into my eyes, pretty girl.”

when your gaze meets his, he thumbs at your eyes, brushing away the stray tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

“you’re alright.. you’re okay,” he carefully shushes you, squeezing your face slightly.

“this is so frustrating..” you lean into his touch, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. he smells faintly of lemon, the citrus smell bringing you comfort like a cool drink on a hot summer day.

“shh.. i know, sweets..”

“this dumb fucking plant hasn’t responded to me and it’s been over an hour! i’ve done everything you told me to and yet—!”

you throw your hands up in exasperation and it was at that moment that a surge of emotion magic erupts. the plant that sat not too far away from you, as well as every other plant within a 5 mile radius had now multiplied around the both of you.

“what the—“

the both of you sit there in stunned silence before percival breaks it.

“woah!!! that’s so cool! there’s so many of them!”

you look around at what you’d just done in disbelief then up at lancelot who was already gazing at you with a smile.

“see, you’re doing good like i said you are.”

you huff out a sigh, touching the plants that sprouted. their leaves twitch and seemingly reach out to meet your palm. you raise your hand, palm facing a good distance away from you as you beckon forth a flower. numerous vines swarm towards you, and loom around as if waiting for an instruction.

“show off,” lancelot murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before letting his arms drop from around you, one of them however rests on your hip, squeezing ever so slightly.

not too far off, you see nasiens examining the flowers and vines with percival at his side while donny was running away from a few of them that had gained sentience and began to chase him around. anne’s boisterous laugh was heard as she watched struggle. in short, everything had turned chaotic.

lancelot deadpans and gets up, brushing off his clothes before holding his hand to you. “i think we should call it wraps for today. what do you say, sweets?”

you take his hand, letting him pull you onto your feet, his hands resting on your waist to stabilize you.

“yeah.. that’s a good idea..”

“A LITTLE HELP HERE WOULD BE GREAT, LOVEBIRDS!!” donny yelled over to you, jumping to evade getting smacked in the face by a vine.

“how did you manage to even piss them off?” you raise a brow, your hand raised in a placating gesture, telling the plants to stop. they leave him alone and drop to the ground.

“i didn’t think they would be sentient!”

lancelot shakes his head at donny’s and the rest’s antics; though as exasperated as he might try to act, you know that he wouldn’t trade you guys for the world.

“c’mon, training’s over! back inside!” he yells over, already guiding you into the demon king’s palace to call it a day.

anne, donny, nasiens and percy jog after you guys, all talking amongst themselves about something stupid, to which you find yourself smiling.

yeah, you muse, this is nice.

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fangirlingalittletoohard · 5 months ago

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Wildest Dreams

You name was chosen during the Reaping. Finnick Odair is assigned as your mentor. Despite how wrong it is, there is something between the two of you. But it's doomed, isn't it? Your death is inevitable, yet somehow, your thoughts are consumed by your mentor.

Part 1

2,275 words

Finnick Odair x reader

Use of y/n

Warnings: mentions of death

Masterlist

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“[Y/N]!”

The sound of that affected Capitol accent calling your name at the Reaping was echoing around your head still. It had been hours since that moment, but it felt like seconds. Time had passed by so quickly. You had said goodbye to your family. It would likely be the last time you would see them. You sat alone in the carriage at the end of the train, watching the world pass you by as you hurtled closer and closer to your inevitable death.

“[Y/N]?”

Your spiralling thoughts were broken. Your head whipped around in panic, but you were greeted by Finnick Odair. He looked much different than he had at the Reaping. He was dressed in simple trousers and a knit sweater. His voice was different as well. He wasn’t using his infamous drawl. He seemed comfortable. And concerned.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” He said gently. “Can I sit with you?” You nodded reticently. You knew he was here to help you, but you hadn’t quite grasped the fact that you were actually going to compete in the Hunger Games in a few days’ time. Somehow, you thought you might wake up and it would all be some sort of twisted nightmare. You had hoped you’d be lucky. It was your last year in the Reaping. You were so close to being free. You were supposed to be eighteen in two weeks.

Finnick sat beside you and placed his hand on top of yours, you realised, to stop you from stripping your cuticles from your nails as you had been doing absent-mindedly. “I’m going to help you win,” he announced, “so I need you to trust me.” You took a deep breath. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Finnick. You didn’t think you could trust anyone right now. Somehow, you found yourself saying, “I don’t want anything to do with the male tribute.” You hadn’t intended it to come out so bluntly. But only one of you could survive, and although he was younger than you, he was much, much bigger. And he had volunteered. “I think that’s a good idea.” Finnick agreed, unperturbed by your bluntness. “Tell me about yourself.” You took another deep breath as you tried to scrape together anything about you that could help you survive. “I’m good with a spear, I guess.” You began. “Do you fish with one?” Finnick asked. It wasn’t a common means of fishing anymore, but your father had taught you when you were young. “Yes. And I know quite a bit about plants. My Mother’s into botany… likes to learn about the medicinal properties of plants, which ones are edible… that kind of thing.” You found yourself rambling but decided to stop. The thought of your parents was causing your eyes to sting as you fought back tears. “You don’t have to stop yourself from crying.” Finnick asserted. You felt your cheeks heat up as he noticed you trying to hide your emotion. This was not what you wanted. You wanted to appear strong. “I was a mess after I was reaped.” With that confession, the floodgates opened. Large, hot tears began to fall down your cheeks. You fought for breath between sobs. Finnick shuffled closer to you and pulled you into a strong embrace. In that moment, you decided that you were going to trust Finnick Odair with your life, not only because it was necessary, but because he actually cared about you.

~~~

A day later, you were anxiously awaiting the beginning of the opening ceremony. Evidently, your age was being taken advantage of. You had been dressed in what was essentially a bedazzled fishing net, draped seductively over your body and leaving very little to the imagination. You felt exposed and uncomfortable.

“God, I’m going to murder whoever approved your outfit.” Finnick ground out as he approached you. “Is it okay if I try something?” He asked, distractedly. You nodded. Finnick began fiddling with your costume. “Okay, I’m going to try to bunch the fabric up a bit more over your breasts. Is that okay? Or would you rather I didn’t?” You smiled, relieved. You knew of Finnick’s reputation. Not that you were vain enough to think he would be interested in you right now, but you worried that he would try something all the same. You supposed the intention of this outfit was, after all, to make you look appealing. “No, go ahead.” You consented, smiling a little.

Finnick gently began to move the fabric, careful not to let his fingers linger on your breasts for longer than was necessary. After a few minutes of fiddling, Finnick stepped back to survey his work. “It’s still not modest, but it’s better.” He asserted. “Thank you.” You replied gratefully, rolling your shoulders back in an attempt to relax.

~~~

You barely remembered the actual ceremony. It was all so overwhelming. The only thing you remembered was Finnick greeting you afterwards. He practically yanked you off the carriage, stripping his shirt simultaneously.

The second you were out of the view of the public, Finnick wrapped his shirt around you. You were thankful. Despite being late spring, the air had a chill. Inevitably, your nipples had hardened in the cool air and you were sure that at least one of them was poking through the flimsy net-like fabric. “You were great.” Finnick complimented monotonously. “Now let’s get you into some actual clothes.”

The first time you really noticed Finnick’s body was in the elevator on the way back up to your room. He was beautiful. You felt a little guilty for admiring him as you were, but the elevator was small and hot and… well you would be dead in a few days. You deserved to objectively admire beauty whilst you were still alive. He was only a year older than you, but he looked like a man. You supposed it was the Games that prematurely changed him from boy to man, and you felt a little guilty again.

~~~

You mostly trained alone. Following Finnick’s advice, you spent as much time learning survival skills as you could, avoiding the other tributes and not glancing twice at the spears. Save it for the individual assessment, Finnick had advised.

Your week of training was almost up. Every time you felt prepared, you remembered the other tributes and how so many of them could kill you with one well-aimed blow. The only thing that gave you any joy was Finnick’s company. Yes, he mentored you, but you also got to know one another. You supposed that both being thrust into these Games brought you together. He was vulnerable with you, as you were with him. Every anxiety you shared with him, he reassured you that he had felt, and still felt, too.

~~~

It was finally time for your interview. God, you were nervous. Finnick had coached you through every step. What you were to say, when you were to smile, how to hold yourself. You would be as charismatic as he was. But you would also be fierce, cutting, and fearless. A woman who knew what she was capable of. A woman to be feared. A woman, not a girl.

Finnick gripped your hand tightly as you waited your turn to take to the stage. To perform for them. “Don’t let them throw you off.” Finnick warned quietly. “You’re practically eighteen. They’ll try to paint you as sexy… as something they can consume. Don’t let them. Make them afraid of you.” You barely had time to digest Finnick’s warning before your name was called by Caesar Flickerman.

“From District 4… [y/n]!”

Another voice to add to the chorus chanting your name every night as you tried to sleep. Finnick gave your hand one last squeeze before you stepped out onstage. The lights were blinding. The sound was deafening. As Finnick had instructed, you held your head high and made a beeline for Caesar.

“Wow, wow, wow! [y/n], you look dazzling, doesn’t she, folks?” Caesar announced. The crowd roared again. You didn’t move, but winked at the audience, earning another roar. “Your stylist has certainly outdone themselves!” Caesar continued. “Don’t be fooled by the pretty dress, Caesar.” You reprimanded, pulling back the slit in your skirt to reveal a spectacularly showy dagger (fake, of course) strapped to your thigh. The audience roared again. Caesar held his hands up in mock-surrender. “I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side!” He exclaimed, laughing. You raised an eyebrow.

Caesar motioned for you to sit on the sofa opposite his chair. You did so, making sure to cross your leg with the dagger strapped to it over the other, the dress falling open so that the dagger was on display. Now that you were seated, your confidence began to falter. Your eyes flicked offstage, where Finnick stood. He gave you a brief nod. You sat up a little straighter.

“So, [y/n], we’re all dying to know what it’s like having the Finnick Odair as a mentor.” You rolled your eyes and smirked, as Finnick had instructed you to. “He’s quite the teacher.” You replied. The audience cheered. “Give us some details!” Caesar pressed. “Well, you all saw how deadly he was when he was fourteen. Now he’s got four years more experience. It’s impossible not to learn from him. Especially given that I was already pretty deadly to begin with.” You teased. The audience grew quiet. “And how is it that a gorgeous woman such as yourself is so deadly?” Caesar asked, his voice dripping with over-enthusiastic interest. “You have to be pretty skilled to fish the old way, Caesar.” You admitted. “And besides, isn’t it the way in nature that the prettiest species is the deadliest?” You asked, smirking at the audience. Again, the crowd roared. “Well, I think we all need to remember not to underestimate you!” Caesar exclaimed once the noise from the crowd had subsided. “Now, I have to ask,” he began, leaning closer to you, “are you and Finnick…” He paused for dramatic effect. You took the pause to hold your hand up to him and interrupt. “That is something that will be going with me to my grave. And I do not expect to be going to my grave for a very long time.” The audience roared even louder, just as Finnick had predicted. Keep them hungry for celebrity gossip. Make them believe that only you have the answer. They wouldn’t want you dead if there was the possibility of their darling victor Finnick Odair and his dazzling mentee having a fling. “This one knows what she’s doing!” Caesar asserted. “For the last time this evening, [y/n], everybody!” You winked at the audience once more before sauntering offstage.

~~~

Barely ten minutes later, you and Finnick were stood on the edge of the tribute complex’s roof terrace. You needed air, needed to be as far away from the Capitol as possible, and height was your only option.

It was peaceful on the terrace. The sun was setting over the Capitol. Pinks, reds and oranges stained the darkening sky. You stood in your interview dress, your hands gripping the cold metal railing, feeling the breeze tousle your hair and skirts.

Finnick stood beside you, the left side of his body just barely touching your right. “Remember me like this.” You requested. You weren’t exactly sure why. You supposed you wanted to make sure someone would remember you before whatever the Games would do to you. In this moment, you still felt like yourself.

“You will win.” Finnick stated quietly. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” You asked. Again, you weren’t sure why you’d said it. There was just something in his voice that sounded sad. “Both.” He replied. There was silence for a few seconds in which Finnick took your hand in his. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.” He elaborated. “I suppose so.” You replied. His hand was warm against your cool fingers. It felt nice. It shouldn’t feel nice. He was your mentor. You were going to die in a few days.

You were going to die in a few days. Surely nothing you did mattered any more. You turned to Finnick and pulled him closer to you, forcing him to look into your eyes. They were melancholy, but there was something else too. You didn’t know whether it was genuine feeling or the fact that you knew that you were going to die, but your heart rate increased. You wanted him. He was so kind and genuine and good. Before you could overthink it, you pressed your lips to his. You kissed him gently. Finnick pulled back, startled.

“Sorry-” you began, but were cut off as Finnick pulled you against his body and caught your lips back in a searing kiss. One hand gripped your waist and the other found its way to your hair. It felt right. You remained there, intwined, your lips moving in synchrony for a few blissful moments. Finally, Finnick pulled away again, but kept you firmly pressed against his body. “You will win.” Finnick repeated, his voice more pleading this time. “Okay.” You replied simply. You couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Finnick kissed you again, this time more gently. He kissed you like you had all the time in the world. Rationally, you knew that you didn’t, but the way Finnick’s lips moved against yours made you want to live. For the first time since the Reaping, you had fire in your belly. You wanted to win. You felt alive, and you wanted to feel like this again.

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moonlightchild77 · 8 months ago

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“My Sleepy Raven” (Xavier x Female Reader One Shot)

Plot Summary: You have been very tired all day and Xavier’s concerned about you and he helps you get some good rest

“Your botany class had just dismissed and you sleepily walked to the picnic table yawning as Xavier held your hand guiding you to the table to sit with his friends Ajax and Enid so you guys could chat but you could barely stay awake in class or complete your assignments and homework because you suffered a really bad case of insomnia and Xavier promised to help do it for you so you wouldn’t fail the class, he was very loyal. Is y/n okay Xavier? Ajax asked concerned. Yeah she’s just very tired Xavier replied, “my goodness, what kept her up all night?” Enid wondered, not sure Xavier responded. You had your head rested in Xavier’s lap and were too sleepy to chat. I’ll be right back guys, I really need to take care of my girlfriend, maybe I will chat tomorrow, later Xavier told his friends before picking you up and carrying you inside asleep in his arms.”

“You guys were finally at his dorm room then he shut the door gently quietly and slowly so he wouldn’t wake you up. He put you down onto his bed tucking you in his big warm blanket nice and warmly. Sleep tight my dear Raven, Cara Mia Xavier whispered then kissed your forehead then shut the lights off then went back to talk to his friends.”

The End💜

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siennaditbot · 5 months ago

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Sethos x Reader: Mailed Flower

A story built with letters and flowers 🌻✨

Word count ~ 5700, oops xD

Pen pals, sending doodles and gifts, eventual meeting, pining

Masterlist

Greetings! I'm y/n, a florist from Chenyu Vale. I'm writing to inquire about the Akademiya and its courses about biology, specifically botany. I'm interested in enrolling in some classes, but it's a big move, so I wish to know more before committing to the idea.

I'll attach my personal details under this so someone can send me a response. Thank you in advance.

The letter was sent with excitement and hope. It passed through several hands, until it ended up in the hands of someone who lives and breathes botany.

Hello. We're happy to hear people from other nations are interested in studying in Sumeru. The Akademiya has all sorts of options for those who wish to learn. The entrance exams are a challenge, however, so we recommend preparing for it well.

Attached to this letter are a select few documents I often use in my teachings. I hope they're of use to you. Do send another letter if you wish to proceed.

She eagerly read through the attached documents. The questions weren't very hard, but some of the text took a couple reads.

So, she got comfortable in her study, grabbed some books, and made sure she understood everything.

When she did, she sent a ‘thank you’ letter, politely asking for more documents.

“Heyy, Tighnari, the folks directed another letter to you.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Why don't they deal with this stuff themselves?”

“Master Saphis is often busy, so these more down-to-earth matters are occasionally delegated to me. It can be a bit of a nuisance, but sometimes I'm positively surprised.”

Tighnari accepted the letter from his friend, who ended up as a mail carrier again.

“Oh, it's the same person.”

“Someone with a grudge? No, wait, is it a secret admirer~?”

“Just someone interested in enrolling. I sent some documents over last time, and she's already asking for more.”

“A bunch of nerds, all of you, hehe.”

Tighnari just deadpanned at him, and started gathering more documents to send.

By her third letter both Tighnari and the assigned-again mail carrier Sethos recognized her envelope and handwriting. Sethos stopped in front of Tighnari's house and did his usual playful knock.

The response was a barely audible ‘come in’. Sethos stepped in, finding Tighnari bedridden.

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“..Yes, just a bit queasy.”

“Well, that's good, I guess. What happened?”

“Ugh, heatstroke. Collei and I went to get some samples…”

“Glad she was with you, then.”

He waved the letter in his hand.

“Anyway, the same person wrote again. You still haven't scared her off, huh?”

“I haven't sent anything particularly difficult yet. Besides, she seems to find the documents interesting.”

Sethos was about to hand the envelope to Tighnari, but he gestured towards his desk instead.

“I'm in no condition to read or write right now. Mind being my secretary for a minute?”

“What's the hurry? Couldn't it wait until you're feeling better?”

“She's on a roll, hungry and excited to learn. I don't want to make her wait. Besides, I already have some documents ready from my previous lecture.”

“I can't deal with you sometimes”, Sethos huffed, but walked to his desk to sit down to read the letter out loud.

“‘Thank you again, master Tighnari. Your letters and documents have been a great help. I've already gained a completely different kind of appreciation for the flowers I see every day. It's like they're sparkling now that I know more about them.’ Pft, she drew some nice sparkly flowers here.”

“She does little doodles every time. Continue.”

Sethos grinned, cleared his throat dramatically, and continued reading.

“‘We seem to be following a lesson plan, so please send over whatever documents you find most fitting. Kind regards, y/n.’”

“See? She enjoys learning.”

“Heh, apparently.”

“The documents are in the top drawer. I've pinned them together.”

Sethos dug around, and once he confirmed they're the right ones, he folded them into a new envelope.

“I don't usually write back much. Just, I don't know, tell her that it's nice to teach someone who's so enthusiastic, even if remotely.”

“You got it, boss.”

Sethos grinned, and began to write.

Hiya, your usual mail carrier here! Tighnari is currently bedridden - just heatstroke, he'll live - so I'm his secretary for a bit. He wants me to write that “it's fun to teach someone who's so enthusiastic, even if remotely”. We'll try to keep an eye on him, so you just focus on your studies and flower shop, ok?

He tried not to grin mischievously as he drew some sparkly little flowers too, and slid the letter into the envelope.

“You rest now, I'll go drop this off. Okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

And so he did, and went to run to the city, fast on his feet like always.

She was surprised to see the little doodles in the usually official-looking letter she got, and it made her smile that someone had noticed and maybe even liked her own doodles.

She did the work as always, went through everything properly, and stopped to do more research if something stumped her.

Eventually she wrote back, putting down her thoughts on the documents and her occasional question. She continued her little drawings, and this time doodled some on the envelope itself, as a little nod to the mail carrier secretary person.

Sethos immediately recognized the envelope again when it was handed to him. Seeing the doodles on the cover made him smile in surprise, and he soon ran to Tighnari, as had become a habit by now.

“Knock knock, your long-distance student wrote again.”

“I’m here, come in.”

Sethos stepped in, finding Tighnari at his desk.

“Hiya. What'cha working on?”

“Some assignments for Collei. She has an exam soon, so we're hard at work.”

“Got time to write to our florist friend?”

“To be honest, not right now. Could I ask you to write for me again?”

“Eh, maybe this one time”, Sethos grinned, not really minding the request.

He settled down on Tighnari's bed with paper and a pen, and read her letter first. He asked Tighnari the questions she had written down, and recorded the answers to the best of his ability.

Heyy, I'm playing secretary again! Tighnari didn't really give me anything to write, though, so I'm winging it, heh. He's busy with some assignments for another student of his, so you have to deal with my chicken scratch. Oh, I'm Sethos, by the way. Not actually a mailman, or a secretary, I just do a lot of errands. Anyway, good luck with your studies!

P.S. Your doodles are fun.

He added some sparkly flowers again, and even a cute little rishboland tiger doodle.

He gathered the appropriate documents with Tighnari’s help, and sealed the envelope.

“Your smug expression is making me doubt your professionalism”, Tighnari said, squinting his eyes.

“What? Me? I'm as professional as a non-professional can get”, Sethos just laughed in response.

“I'm doubtful, but you wrote last time too and she replied, so you can't be too bad.”

“See? I've got it, teach.”

To no one's surprise, Tighnari wrote the letters from then on.

But, to y/n’s surprise, Sethos started doodling on the envelopes instead. When Tighnari sealed them, he took them back to the city, and did a few tiny doodles on their back before sending them forward.

Then, one day, Sethos was handed two letters instead of one. The usual proper letter for Tighnari, and one that was addressed to him. He chuckled softly and sat down to read it.

Seems like master Tighnari caught you meddling with his professional letters, eh? Haven't heard from you since the tiger doodle.

“Heh, her tiger looks way better than mine.”

We're practically friends by now, and if I'm going to move to Sumeru to enroll properly, it'd be nice to actually know some people beforehand. So. Hi, officially. Sethos, a silly errand runner guy? I'm y/n, florist, Chenyu Vale, Yilong Wharf. Here's a doodle of me.

“Wow, she's good.”

No pressure to reply if you don't want to, you just felt like a friendly person so I decided to be brave and try. As a friendly little offering, I put in some locally made tea and a drawing I did of some fluff-fleece goats we have around here.

Your friend(?), y/n

Sethos smiled softly as he read the letter and studied her drawings. He's definitely going to write back.

He immediately got to work when he got home that evening.

Hello! Heh, yeah, we're friends. I do have an actual job, too, but I just like to run a lot of errands. It's fun. And I get to meet tons of people, as you can see.

I'm friends with Tighnari and his previously mentioned other student as well. Her name is Collei, she's young but very hardworking. Our usual group also has Cyno, the General Mahamatra (a judge/cop I guess?) who seems intimidating but is actually really funny.

I'm from the desert, but I live in the city now. I do like hiking, though, and often end up finding lost or troubled adventurers everywhere. Sumeru is never boring, heh.

I'm not as good at drawing as you, but here's a scribble that's supposed to look like me, hehe.

Your friend(!), Sethos

Sethos’ letter was received with a surprised grin. She wasn't sure if he'd write back, after all.

Hi! I visit Fontaine a lot, and get a good view of both the rainforest and desert from up there. The trees are scarily big and the desert is so vast I'd definitely get lost there. There's plenty of pyramids and temples from what I can tell, and I'm super curious about the blue bubbly tree towering over everything! It's really pretty.

I wouldn't call my exploration of Chenyu Vale hiking, but I do walk around a lot. It helps me relax and appreciate the beauty of nature and all that. I also walk to pick up my flowers from several locals who grow them.

I included charms made of clearwater jade for each of you. There's a jewellery merchant in my neighbourhood who makes them. I would like to learn more about what you and your friends like, though, so whenever I'm inspired to send little gifts, they aren't something none of you care about, hehe.

Anyway, until next time!

She did related doodles all over, like the shapes of the biggest temples and the bubbly tree she loves. She then sealed everything and sent it on its way.

Hiya! Yeah, the desert is big, and there are temples and ruins everywhere. Lots of people want to go digging for treasures around there, which is why I keep running into half dead adventurers trying not to get buried in sand. I'm still not sure whether it's funny or sad.

The big bubbly tree you're talking about is called “Harvisptokhm”. The area around it is pretty, I do recommend visiting the Vourukasha Oasis sometime if you get the chance. It has its roots (hehe) deep in Teyvat’s history, but that's way too much for a fun little letter like this. The ruins in the desert are also proof of times long gone. It's fascinating.

But, back to the here and now. Tighnari is all about plants, as you know. Collei is often busy, but I think she likes sewing? Cyno… consider this my warning; he's obsessed with Genius Invocation TCG. Do with that info as you will.

They all liked the charms you sent, by the way. Collei and Tighnari prepared some bookmarks for you as thanks. The pressed flowers are a Sumeru rose and a kalpalata lotus. Cyno… sent some starter cards.

As for me… I put in a mourning flower I picked a while back. They grow around the previously mentioned oasis! I'm not too familiar with plants, but these ones are funny to me.

Hii!

My studies are going well, even if it's just to prepare for actual classes. Maybe someday soon I'll actually be able to become a real student there, hehe. The questions occasionally stump me, but it's nothing too difficult, so I'm still excited.

I'm planning on visiting Fontaine again soon. I often go to get some Fontainian flowers in my shop, they're so different from all other plants. Some even look like they're made of water!

…hehe, sorry, I'll switch off from nerd mode. So. Do you have other hobbies aside from hiking? I like to go out to watch performances at the local teahouse. We have a Wushou Dance Troupe here, they're fun! I can't really play any music myself, but I do enjoy singing on my walks sometimes, hehe.

The flowers you guys sent were amazing, by the way. Absolutely made my week. And tell Cyno that I'm learning how to play his beloved card game. Emphasis on “learning”...

Anyway, have a nice day! :)

Hello hello!

Every time you sound more and more like our local nerds, hehe. You'll fit right in.

Hobbies? I like cooking, it's especially fun when I gotta be creative on my hikes. Sometimes it ends up amazing, other times… barely passable.

We have a theater here for performances as well. One of our friends is a dancer there, we go watch her shows sometimes. She even performed during our Archon’s birthday celebration! You’ll have to visit the theater too sometime.

I do like to entertain myself with a lyre on quiet camping nights, too. The clear starry sky above, campfire crackling, meat grilling and some soft tunes… Ah, there aren't many things better than that.

She noticed the stupid, brief tinge of jealousy at the mention of the dancer friend, but immediately stifled it. She barely knows the guy, getting jealous is just insane.

She slapped her cheeks and sat down to respond.

Stars, food, music and a campfire? That does sound perfect. Especially in the desert, I'm assuming. Unobstructed view of the stars, the warm fire when the night starts to get cold…. You're almost making me jealous, hehe.

That was closer to the truth than she'd like, but she left it in anyway. It's not like he’d suspect another meaning for it.

That reminds me of my childhood, actually. Me and my family climbed up to one of the mountains nearby, and we had snacks and tea while seeing the sights in every direction. My parents are enjoying their retirement now and travel as much as they can, and my siblings have their own jobs so I rarely see them either.

Well, that's what growing up does to a person, I'd assume. Not to sound like an old person though, I'm in my mid twenties, I swear, hehe.

Family hiking trips? That sounds nice. Now I'm jealous. Hmm, no, desert camp nights are still better, hehe.

My grandfather often took me camping, hunting and exploring. He taught me everything I know, even combat. I'm a force to be reckoned with, you know!

Do you ever need to fight? Chenyu Vale must have its own share of monsters and predators, after all. Sumeru has tigers and fungi, and the occasional treasure hoarder or hilichurl. I do occasionally use my trusty polearm, but I think I prefer my bow. Electro bolts are preeetty nifty in defending oneself, hehe.

He hoped the playful boasting distracted her from the lack of mentioning other family members.

As I do walk alone a lot, I have had to learn basic self defence skills. Dendro isn't that useful in combat by itself, but a few swipes of my claymore usually do the trick. I can be a destructive force too if I wish, I'm not just flowers and sparkles either!

(Here's a doodle of my beloved blade.)

Your grandpa sounds nice. My parents taught me a lot, but they were more interested in herbs than flowers, so I've had to do tons of studying growing up. I never knew my grandparents, I think they lived closer to Liyue Harbor.

Oh, I'm finally going to visit Fontaine tomorrow! Another plant run, but I'm gonna go see the magic show I've been hearing a lot about.

Master Tighnari's also been sending tougher assignments, but I guess that means that the exam is getting closer. Wish me luck!

Dendro, eh? You'll really be right at home in Sumeru, then. Both Tighnari and Collei also have dendro visions. Me and Cyno wield electro ones. Easy aggravate teams!

I bet your parents’ teachings were useful despite everything. Collei is studying medicinal herbs too, I think. She wants to help others. You'd get along well, I know it.

“She was honest about sad things too, so maybe it's okay for me too. Just a little.”

I can't remember my actual family, I was raised by my adoptive grandfather. I'm not complaining, though, he was wise and kind. And patient - apparently I was a wild kid, heh. I still get comments about being difficult to control to this day.

I've also heard about the magic show, I think. The twins, right? Fontainian tourists often recommend them to locals here. I hope that it was fun!

But yeah, Tighnari mentioned that the entrance exams are approaching, I think he'll talk more about the logistics in his next letter. Good luck!

The Fontaine visit was great as always, and the magic show was amazing. I even got a signed card from Lyney - Lynette isn't very big on fan meetups, hehe.

Wild kid, eh? So was I. Climbed trees and kept spooking the goats and people's pets. Oops. I've calmed down, though. Calm as the breeze~

That's me trying to calm myself down by the way. Entrance exams next week, it turns out. I've been cramming to the best of my ability, but running a shop at the same time is tough. But I'm tough too, so I'm managing!

So, apparently I'll be coming to Sumeru next week. There will probably be plenty of others coming for the exams too, but keep an eye out, maybe we'll meet face to face.

Here I come, nation of wisdom!!

Sethos was both excited and nervous for her. This exam could mean big changes for her, after all.

Well, he was also excited and slightly nervous to meet her. He has plenty of friends and great social skills, sure, but it's a new thing for him to only know someone via sending letters. They're friends, though, so he's mostly excited.

He did his best to stomp down the nervousness, because it was making him act weird. He couldn't help looking around all day, trying to figure out who matched the doodle she had sent ages ago.

He was just excited to meet his new friend, that's all.

He wasn't wondering at all whether she'd really be just as fun, nice and spunky as she seemed.

Turning around to look at another group walking past him, he forcefully turned his soft smile into his usual friendly grin, and exchanged polite greetings with them.

Eventually, when the test was finally over and she could relax, she started walking around town to look for her friends. It didn't take long for her to be stopped by a young guy with big canine ears and a tail.

“Hi there. You're one of those who came in for entrance exams today, right?”

“Y-yes, I am.”

“My friends and I are looking for a particular student, and you seem to match the description I got. Would you happen to be y/n?”

She was stunned, and grinned excitedly.

“Yes! That's me!”

“Good, I thought so. Come on, let's go find the others. I'm Tighnari, by the way.”

“Master Tighnari? It's so nice to meet you! Thanks for all your help, I've learned so much!”

“It's nothing big, really. But I'm glad you're enjoying learning more about botany.”

They continued their nerdy but friendly chatting as they walked around the city. They ran into Collei, who was speaking to - and apparently trying to escape from - a twin tailed lady. Tighnari exchanged a few polite words with her, and when she finally left, he introduced y/n to Collei.

“I-I've been wanting to meet you! We're practically classmates, after all”, Collei smiled softly.

“Heh, yeah. Me too. I've heard so much about you guys, it's great to finally have faces for the names!”

She couldn't help looking around for the other two people she knew. Well, maybe she was a little more excited to meet one than the other, but still. She was grinning.

“I have an idea where Cyno might be at this time of day”, Tighnari sighed, and led the way to what seemed to be a cozy café.

On their way down the ramps, however, they heard someone running down to catch up with them.

“Tighnari, wait! Have you seen-”

The steps slowed down and soon stopped. The group turned around.

“Seems you have”, Sethos grinned widely, eyes immediately finding y/n’s as he approached the trio. He turned to her. “Would you happen to be my nerdy florist pen pal?”

“You certainly look like the one drawing I was provided of my pen pal. Messy hair and all”, she replied, immediately smitten with his beautiful green eyes.

“And you look exactly like your cute little doodle.”

She laughed softly and held out her hand, still looking into his eyes. He really liked her smile already, and happily shook her hand. It was soft compared to his slightly calloused one.

“Nice to finally meet you, Sethos. I'm y/n.”

He did his best to hide how his smile threatened to widen.

“Welcome to Sumeru city. We've been waiting for you.”

The other two pairs of eyes watched them with amused smiles.

“One more to go, then. If we have any luck, he won't make us play Genius Invocation when we find him”, Tighnari sighed.

They weren't lucky, but at least they had cafè goods to ease the pain.

When the first reds and oranges of the sunset started to paint the sky, it was time for y/n to start heading back home for the night.

“It's been amazing to meet you guys, but I have to go”, she smiled sadly.

“We can definitely fit in one more game”, Cyno tried to protest. She had been the weakest denier, so she ended up playing several games with him. It was certainly a way to relax and make friends, at least.

“I really should go, I want to walk while it's still somewhat light out. Sorry, Cyno. I promise to play more next time.”

She then turned to Tighnari.

“When will I know the results of the exam?”

“Within two weeks, I'd say.”

“You know your stuff, you'll definitely get in!” Sethos nudged her, and Collei echoed his words as well.

“Yeah, you got it!”

“Hehe, I sure hope so. Sumeru is amazing, I can already imagine living here.”

She then gathered her things and got up.

“I'll see and hear from you guys again, no matter the results, okay?”

“Of course. We're friends now”, Tighnari replied, and the others nodded.

“Bye for now, then. I'll miss your faces!” she laughed, made eye contact with Sethos specifically, and finally headed out with friendly waves from both parties.

When she was gone, everyone turned to Sethos. He just crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back in his seat.

“Told you she was nice.”

“She was”, Tighnari nodded.

A moment of silence.

“You can walk with her to Vayuda Harbor, you know. We won't make a big deal about it”, Tighnari sighed and leaned forward to rest his chin on his hand. “I'm pretty sure she wanted you to, anyway.”

Sethos looked at his friends, and couldn't help the heat rising on his cheeks when he saw the hint of smugness on Cyno's usually expressionless face.

“It’s only polite to walk your new friend to the harbor”, Collei added, trying to make the situation less awkward.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm going”, Sethos finally agreed, exhaling heavily to cover his eagerness to run after her. He excused himself swiftly, and dashed after her once he was outside.

She sighed sadly as she hoisted her bag on better and headed towards the back gate of the city. She was going to miss her new friends. Well, she already did.

When she heard the quickly approaching steps behind her, she couldn't help but turn around with hopeful eyes. Sethos easily caught up with her, immediately more awkward than he thought he'd be.

“I.. thought I should walk you to the harbor. The path isn't very clear and all that”, he tried to explain himself.

“Aw, thanks. It's been a while since I've walked with someone, so it was difficult to ask, hehe.”

Sethos pocketed his hands, and led the way, his smile now undoubtedly wider than usual.

“So. How'd you like the gang?”

“You had described them perfectly. Can't wait to meet them again.”

“Just them?” Sethos found himself saying.

“Eh, I could tolerate seeing your face again too, I guess”, she grinned back.

“Yours is very tolerable too, I suppose.”

He was surprised by his own words. Was he flirting??

Slightly flushed, he cleared his throat and directed the conversation elsewhere.

“Did you run into any trouble on your way here from the harbor?”

“There were a lot of others walking, too, so not really. I did notice a group of cute little mushroom guys at a distance, but nothing happened.”

“That's good, then. But you could have defended yourself, of course.”

“Of course.”

She materialised her claymore in her hands and dramatically held it towards him.

“Very dangerous indeed”, he chuckled, and held the tip of the blade to look at it up close. “It's very nice. Where did you get it?”

“My parents brought it for me from the Windblume festival in Mondstadt a few years ago.”

“That’s sweet.”

He took out his beloved bow, and held it towards her.

“I got this from my grandfather. I'm not sure whether he made it, found it or bought it, but I still treasure it.”

She ran her fingers along the bow, studying the design.

“It's really cool. Can I try shooting?”

“Sure, now I wanna see that”, he shrugged playfully and handed her the bow and an arrow.

With little effort, she drew back the string, and aimed at a log nearby. She was strong, but not good at aiming, so the arrow flew into the ground nearby instead.

Still, Sethos was impressed.

“A little practice with aiming and you'll become an archer yet!” he grinned and walked out to pick up the arrow. He also took the chance to force himself to look away from her for a moment.

She was nice, fun, smart AND strong?

He'll be in trouble at this rate.

“Would you like to try my claymore?” she chuckled and held the blade out to him. He shrugged and took it, testing its weight in his grip.

“It's a quality blade for sure.”

He did a few swings, certain that it could cause serious damage.

“I prefer moving swiftly, which is difficult with a heavy weapon, but you'll definitely be able to protect yourself with this.”

“Hehe, yup. I'm not super fast anyway, so I'll make up with strength. I carry a lot of flower boxes for long distances, you know.”

She playfully brought her arms up to flex them for a moment, but relaxed once Sethos handed her claymore back to her.

“You're a very interesting person, you know”, Sethos grinned.

“Right back at you, buddy. You seem like a people person, but still somehow mysterious. I dunno.”

“Guess we gotta continue getting along to uncover each other’s secrets, huh?”

“Eh, doesn't sound too bad”, she chuckled.

They walked in silence for a moment, both looking around with content smiles. When she knelt down to look at some flowers, he couldn't help but admire her. Her eyes sparkled, her smile was warm as ever, and he wanted to run his fingers through her soft, shiny hair, maybe even style and braid it…

“This one is really pretty. A Padisarah… right?”

He jumped when she spoke up, immediately looking anywhere but at her.

“Y-yeah, I think so.”

He awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he forced himself to look at the flower and answer properly.

“It is. It can be used to make Padisarah Pudding, heh.”

Her expression brightened even more. Archons, he was in trouble.

“I gotta try that next time then!”

She looked at the flower for a while longer, and eventually stood back up.

“Had to nerd out for a moment. I'm back now.”

“I'm used to being around plant nerds at this point, you know. No need to apologize.”

She chuckled softly in response.

“Heh, thanks. I'll try my best not to drown you in botany jargon, anyway.”

“I am beyond grateful”, he joked, but wouldn't mind seeing and hearing more of her nerdiness. It was cute.

Some time later Sethos stopped walking, noticing something moving somewhere close by. She stopped too, confused and immediately on edge.

“What is it?” she whispered.

He carefully looked around them, eventually determining where the sounds came from. He immediately relaxed.

“Just a rishboland tiger. It's keeping watch, but doesn't seem ready to pounce.”

She followed his gaze and found the tiger. Sethos gestured for her to continue walking so they'd leave the beast be.

“They're cuter than I thought they'd be. Also somehow they look like you.”

“That sounds like a compliment, so thank you, but how, exactly?”

“I dunno. The eyes, maybe? Something in the vibes or colors? I have no idea, actually.”

“Well, I'll take that, anyway”, he chuckled softly, slightly flushed at her odd yet kind words.

“Are they dangerous?”

“They’re very territorial so they do sometimes jump down from their hiding spots to ambush people, but they aren't that bad if you're quick enough or know how to defend yourself.”

“Wow. Gotta keep my eyes open when walking, then.”

“That's always good.”

Eventually they started approaching the harbor. It had taken a good while, but it was still too soon.

She turned to look at him.

“Thanks for walking with me, Sethos. You didn't have to do that.”

“It's nothing, really. And, well, I wanted to, anyway.”

His face gained color for the hundredth time that day, but so did hers.

“You're so sweet. I'm glad we met, hehe.”

“..Yeah. Me too. You're great company.”

“Aw, thanks. You're making me blush”, she practically giggled.

He unconsciously brought his hand up to scratch his face.

“Right back at you…”

A moment of awkward, but happy silence.

“Ah, the boat looks like it's gonna leave soon.”

“True, you should hurry.”

She didn't move at all.

“I'm gonna miss you guys.”

“We'll miss you too, but you're definitely getting accepted into the Akademiya. We'll be seeing you again very soon, I know it!”

“Heh, you're the best.”

She tentatively held her hands out, asking for a hug. He happily complied to her request, not able to ignore the way the contact made his chest tighten, even if the hug was very brief.

“Now go, or you'll miss your boat. We'll be here, waiting for you.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you soon, Sethos.”

“...Yeah. See you soon.”

They waved goodbye, and went their separate ways for now.

Some time and a few letters later, the exam results came out.

She was accepted.

It didn't take her long to delegate her shop to a worthy successor, pack her things, and move over to the dorms in the city.

Her new friend group was already waiting in the harbor to help carry her things. The move went smoothly, thanks to them.

Sethos’ enjoyment of running errands was obvious now that she saw him in action. She was just doing her own things, but kept running into him everywhere, and always stopped to exchange a few words.

Everyone could see how much they enjoyed chatting. Tighnari, Cyno and Collei had front row seats, but kept their teasing to a minimum. Usually.

With time the group grew closer, and the two especially so. Now that they weren't limited by distance, they hung out a lot, and casual physical contact became a normal thing for them. A bit gross, sometimes even sickeningly so, yet still somehow cute. Hair ruffles, nudges, pokes…

Sethos’ wish to style her hair also came true, and it was just as soft as he had imagined. She was very happy with the result, too, so he could definitely do it again. As soon and as often as possible, really.

One day - to no one's surprise, really - he stopped her for a chat, and handed her a familiar looking envelope.

“We don't need letters anymore, do we?” she grinned, but accepted it nevertheless. “Want me to open it now or later?”

“...Now, preferably.”

She nodded, and excitedly opened the envelope. The only thing inside was a pressed rainbow rose bookmark.

“Aww, thank you, Sethos, I love it! Where'd you even get this? They only grow in Fontaine”, she gasped, marveling at the colorful flower.

“I had to pull a few strings, heh. But it had to be this one.”

She carefully studied the bookmark. It was truly beautiful, and she'd definitely treasure it. She was grinning happily, until she looked back at him.

He was looking at her, more nervous than she'd ever seen him. His eyes flicked back down to the bookmark, and then up at her.

Then it clicked.

“Have you, possibly, maybe, been looking into flower languages or something?” she asked shyly, almost whispering.

“Yes”, he replied simply.

“..Is this what I think it is?”

“..Yes.”

“..Are you sure?”

“..Rainbow roses represent passion and.. romantic encounters, so… Yes.”

She turned the bookmark in her hands, shy but impossibly happy. She then took a book from her bag, carefully placed the bookmark inside it, put it back, and reached for his hands.

“That was such a sweet yet cheesy move.”

“I've been working on this for a good while, you know. But it was worth it.”

A tender and blissful moment of silence.

“Heh. I never knew falling in love could be so easy”, she smiled, blindingly bright.

He brought their joined hands up and tentatively planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles. He couldn't stop the stupid grin and soft flush rising on his face.

“Me neither. Yet here we are.”

“Here we are, indeed.”

#sethos #sethos x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #SDB fics #i scrapped one fic and reworked it into this #hope my offering satisfies my fellow sethos enjoyers lol #yes the name is a play on words #letters n flowers n stuff and her claymore that's literally named mailed flower in game lol >:)

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 7 months ago

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Hunger

Crowley is delighted when his next assignment as a Teaching Assistant involves helping to run Eco-Lit seminars with the hottest professor on campus, and even more so when Professor Fell seems quite receptive to his flirting. He's literally getting paid to ogle Aziraphale and listen to him read poetry, what could possibly be better than that? Meanwhile, Aziraphale can sense everything young Anthony is feeling and is struggling to resist the greatest temptation he's ever encountered over the course of his long existence.

Length: 87,842 words AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Best for/Keywords: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU, Vampire AU, Professor AU Major Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by AppleSeeds

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*Minor Spoilers* Sure hot professors are hot, but what about hot vampire professors? Crowley is a PhD student in botany, and Aziraphale is a Literature Professor who just happens to be immortal. So when Crowley starts as Professor Fell's TA, it becomes a smoldering push and pull of temptation and resistance. An intoxicating flirtation, that will end in blissful satisfaction.

So how does environmental academia mix with a vampire story anyway? Surprisingly well actually. There's a lot of talk and banter about environmental and societal change, and it turns out that climate anxiety is a very fascinating topic to hear a vampires point of view on! This story has some really clever ideas and philosophical questions, and the setting allows it to talk about those ideas in a very engaging accessible way. It's an AU that knows it's jargon, and you may leave learning a thing or two!

For most of this you'll be fine in public. At the start it is certainly suggestive, but not too explicit. Lots and lots of flirting, daydreams, and temptations. Enough to really get your blood flowing. When it finally gets super steamy you'll know, so savour those bits for some privacy. It's deliciously naughty, but so enthusiastically consensual and tender! Overall, such a fascinating story with some really cool world building and characterization. A win for fans of simp Crowley!

Read it here, fic by AppleSeeds

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #good omens fic rec #Hunger #AppleSeeds #extra long #four flames #mostly safe in public #human au #vampire au #teacher au #plants au #student au

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arcqiv · 3 months ago

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got back from college at around 2:30 p.m.—freshened up, scrolled through Instagram, made a bomb sandwich 🥪 …and then promptly began spiraling 😵‍💫

why? oh nothing, just—

farewell VOT script + a poem (due in a week)

design invitation cards

upcoming surprise tests + assignments to work on (starting next week)

internals/mid-sem starting 21st April

practical record submission (also due next week. help.)

AND I’ve barely touched anything beyond my major papers.

6 papers. six.

Major P3, Major P4, Botany, QLT, MCS, English.

fuck

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cliffsnotes · 5 months ago

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LONG POST IM SORRY </3 umm i’ve decided i will elaborate on my scientist au… i hope someone sees this i’m curious to hear opinions

setting:

UC Davis. Stanford’s school of science and humanities wasn’t founded until 1948, and I simply don’t want to worry about time. They are, I would guess, 1-3 hours from San Francisco, and about 5-7 from Los Angeles (by car. I didn’t check trains.).

Cole:

A biomedical student. He is on his way to getting his PhD in scientific research in the field of medicine and pathology— he wants to help in the development of the Polio vaccine.

Left school for two years to join the Marines. He returned in 1946 after getting injured to continue his studies. He is eligible for his degree, but has yet to complete his Doctoral Research Project. Essentially, a capstone. He must find, research, and present a problem, proposed experiment, and the reason it is important.

Married Marie, previously an American history major with a minor in some field of humanities I never decided on. They have their two daughters, so Marie left school to take care of them.

Is Stefan’s mentor. He supervises and helps him when he needs it.

Is behind in his studies because of the war, but also because of Roy.

Roy:

Another biomedical student who has just received his PhD. Now, he only allows people to refer to him as Dr. Earle. He is a favorite of many professors and is therefore running his own research project in the laboratory facilities.

Does not have a real interest in fixing things, so much as the title. His research project is something to do with a Polio vaccine as well. Cole cannot be involved.

Sticky fingers. He’s infamous for them within the lab and Cole became the main victim— Roy stole laboratory material and research from him while he was away in OCS, and used it to complete his PhD.

Now, instead of taking notes in his personal notebook like he had previously done, Cole only writes in professional lab notebooks that he can sign and date. That way, the information is controlled and he can use it as proof. It is the only reason Cole hasn’t been able to get Roy in trouble.

Fought to have Stefan on his research team because he wanted extra hands to help out and a malleable mind. Stefan certainly has hands but is not so easily manipulated.

Stefan:

A biology major, nowhere near a doctorate and truthfully with no interest in one.

Would like to go into botanical research. Isn’t sure of anything more specific than that.

Was hired to wash test tubes. Roy and Cole liked him so much, they asked to have him promoted to an intern. So, he was. Now, he’s a full-time student and a full-time research intern.

Cole and Roy went back and forth about who would have Stefan on their project. Cole succeeded, eventually.

Knows he is the least qualified intern they’ve ever had. He has no clue why he was brought onto the research team. The best part is that he can skip his classroom lab periods to work on his assignments with Cole.

Stefan is genuinely in love with botany. He often goes out hiking and will then take his sweet time looking at all of the plants around. He can name most of them and will tell you everything he knows.

Every surface in his home has potted plants. Most of them he has grown from seeds and he cares for all of them as if they were his children.

I gave him glasses. Because I hate him and want him to suffer. He never wears them unless he’s in the lab, but his eyesight is so bad he should absolutely be wearing them more.

#la noire #l.a. noire #cole phelps #fanfic #fanfiction #roy earle #stefan bekowsky #alternate universe #au #au fanfiction #scientist au #scientist!stefan is so silly #he acts stupid but is not even a little stupid #cole gets a kick out of being stefan’s mentor #he thinks it’s fun #which makes their little fling problematic #but they have fun anyway

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 years ago

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Hi! Hope you're well! Sorry if you've already done this request, but have you done a plant pollen lust story with Marilyn x student reader yet? Where they breathe in some kind of aphrodisiac pollen that makes them lose control and give into each other? I was thinking maybe they've had feelings for each other for awhile but haven't succumbed to it yet and this is when they do. Just wanting some mommy!dom Marilyn with an experienced reader so Marilyn can be rough with her. Maybe Marilyn uses a strap on or is intersex? Whichever you're more comfortable writing! Thanks!

Yesss!!! Here it is!!!! Finally I made Marilyn intersex, just to be "realistic", I mean, who has a strap-on in a classroom? I hope you don't mind and that you like it!!! Sorry about the delay, and the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Lust is in the air

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, intersex Marilyn (She has a dick), kinks, lust pollen, dom! Marilyn, sub! Reader, strong language…

Word count: 4,883

Summary: You were in the conservatory as always, but that night things were going to turn weird, but funny…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Let's see, (Y/N), do you think you're ready for an express questions round?” Marilyn, your teacher said. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, test me,” you said, shaking your fists, very sure of yourself.

It was a night like any other. There was nothing weird. You never got along with botany, you always had to memorize over and over again all those plants names, something that was quite complicated for you.

Fortunately a few months ago your bitter and unpleasant teacher was replaced by Marilyn Thornhill.

She was different, kind, funny, and very, very beautiful. With her you began to like the plants you hated before. But memory was still not your best skill. You would need some kind of reinforcement or a mentoring, great idea.

You didn't mean to fool yourself. That strange redhead normi attracted you, not just because of her sweet and innocent appearance, but also because of her kind and gentle way of being. Wanting to know her answer, you asked her for help with her assignment. She accepted gratefully. It seemed that her normie status didn't make her to get many friends in Nevermore.

Little by little, nocturnal visits to the conservatory became usual. Marilyn and you talked about plants, but also about other topics that had nothing to do with them. You'd be blind if you didn't notice the tension that slowly built up. Your feelings were focused solely on her and Marilyn didn't seem displeased by your presence, quite the opposite. For you there was always a smile, a caress, a gesture or a word of affection.

You could feel desire and love engulfing you, but, of course, you didn’t do anything about it. You, because you thought that a woman older than you, and who was also your teacher, couldn’t have a real interest in you. She would surely find unlikely that a young girl, a Nevermore student, would take an interest in her, beyond her lessons on plants.

It was a dead end, a closed circuit of especially strange comments and silent looks that never amounted to anything more than that, looks, words, caresses. Never a kiss, a hint, any hint of what your true feelings were. It was a daily fight to see who would give up first. You were proud, and you were still afraid of not being reciprocated. She was innocent, surely she wouldn't take your hints the way they truly were.

“Let's see…” Marilyn said, amused while she looked at the plants that were around her. “Okay, (Y/N), tell me what these two beauties have in common,” she said, pointing to two small plants.

“Hmm,” you muttered. You were sure you had read about it, that Marilyn had explained it to you, probably that very night. “I know it,” you said satisfied, smiling. “Both are invasive species, imported from Australian traders in the early 19th century.”

Marilyn smirked and nodded.

“That's right, very good, (Y/N). Maybe that one was too easy. Let's see… What about this one? Could you tell me what its main characteristic is?” She asked after, moving around the conservatory to make her little "exam" more difficult for you.

“Yes, it's self defense. If an animal gets too close, it emits a substance that causes drowsiness. It can even affect humans,” you answered, happy to remember. Your memory improved every night you spent with her, or so you thought. It was surely a trap of your subconscious to please the redhead, or to try to impress her.

“Extraordinary…” Marilyn sighed, with a smile. “I see you have paid attention to today's class. Let's see… something more difficult. (Y/N), how many hours of sun does this beauty need to maintain all its properties?”

You laughed, you also knew the answer.

“It's a trick question,” you said satisfied, with a certain petulant tone. “The nightshade doesn’t need sun, it would die if you expose it to sunlight.

“Very good, (Y/N), I see that you have really studied today…” Marilyn said, giving up. “Good job, I think you'll have no problem passing next week's exam.”

“Great,” you said, making a victory gesture.

“You've made a lot of progress, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, returning to her desk. “I think that’s enough for today.”

You agreed, because the worst moment of the night had arrived, the moment of farewell. You thought about protesting or sighing pityingly, but you'd be being too obvious. You had to be smarter, buy more time with her.

You searched with your eyes for something that caught your attention and her infinite wisdom could explain to you. To one side of the table, there was a display case with a plant that you did not remember having ever seen. It was a deep green colored plant, and for some strange reason, you felt drawn to it.

“Marilyn,” you said, not taking your eyes off the plant. She looked at you and nodded for you to continue, with her usual kind smile, the one that made you melt. “What kind of plant is that?” You asked, pointing to the small display case.

“Oh, well, it's a very rare species,” she answered, looking at the plant. “It's a variant of a carnivorous plant,” she said, smiling. You knew that she loved to talk about plants, to tell you everything she knew about them. It was a cunning plan, (Y/N).

You nodded curiously, moving closer to the plant and taking a closer look at it.

“I wouldn't do that, (Y/N)…” Marilyn said, with raised eyebrows and an amused tone.

“Why?”

“You see... This little one is something... Special. I suppose you remember that I told you about the sexual deception that some of these plants perpetrate.”

“Oh yes, I remember,” you said amused. That class would never be forgotten. Marilyn shook her head, laughing softly.

“I wonder why the students always remember those things…”she sighed with an amused but intriguing look. You blushed but laughed too, shrugging.

“It’s because you explain it very well…” You whispered, perhaps going a little beyond your subtle comments. She laughed again, crossing her arms and closing her eyes.

“Of course, I'm sure that's what it's about,” she said, clearly with irony. “Look, (Y/N), it may seem like a small and harmless plant, but nothing like that. When it flowers, it produces a very intense pollen that it carries through the air. This pollen has nothing to do with what you may have known. It's about… well, a superior imitation of sex pheromones.”

“Oh…” You said, nodding. You didn't expect that kind of conversation. A thousand points for you, (Y/N).

“The difference between it and its colleagues is that this pollen doesn’t only affect bees or small animals. It is capable of altering the behavior of large animals, including people,” she continued explaining, perhaps a little nervous. You naturally wanted to know more.

“To alter behavior? How?” You asked curiously, moving away a bit from that display case.

She didn't seem to know how to answer, she stopped to think of a correct way to explain it to you.

“Well... If a person inhales the pollen from this plant, let's say that they become... Affectionate...” She said, lowering her head and looking away. You were convinced that it was a simple euphemism.

“Affectionate? Do you mean wanting to…? Well, wanting to do that?” You asked, feigning innocence. She glanced at you briefly and nodded. Her cheeks were starting to turn red.

“Indeed, (Y/N), it's what I want to say,” she said with a small voice. Soon her expression changed as she looked at that display case. “I shouldn't tell you this but… They say that once there was a scientists convention to analyze these types of plants, in case it was possible to use them for some kind of medicinal purpose… Oh, my God, I really shouldn't tell you this.”

You smiled, knowing it wasn't hard to push her to finally speak. She had said so many times that you shouldn't know something that it almost seemed like a joke already.

“Come on, Marilyn, tell me about it, please. I won't tell anyone, I promise,” you said, putting on the face of a good girl.

“Okay, (Y/N)…” She finally sighed. You smirked and looked at her expectantly. “Well, it is said that one of the scientists was not careful, and the whole room was filled with pollen and… Well… I’m sure you can imagine what happened next…”

“Oh, a scientific orgy,” you said cheekily, without paying any attention to your words. She looked at you surprised by your answer.

“(Y/N)…” She said with a warning tone. “But yeah, that's basically what they say that happened. Now I suppose you understand why it's in a display case,” she told you, pretending that you hadn't said what you had said.

“We don't want orgies,” you said amused, earning you a soft tap on the shoulder from her. Marilyn shook her head, feigning anger at those words, but she soon burst out laughing, just the same way you did.

“No, we don't want it,” she replied, trying to stop laughing. Soon her laughter subsided and a moment of silence took over the place. Marilyn's expression relaxed and she looked into your eyes. You did the same and for once, she showed signs of weakness, of wanting to tell you something. “(Y/N), I…”

What she was about to say was interrupted by howls coming from outside the building. Marilyn shook her head, looking at you like she was apologizing, and headed for the door.

“But what's going on?” She asked, leaning out the door.

You looked at the conservatory ceiling. The moon was only a day away from being full. Your fellow werewolves would go crazy when that happened.

“Oh, oh... The wolves haven't gone to their cages...” You said with concern. Marilyn went to close the door, but it was too late. A bunch of wacky, furry students, burst howling into the conservatory, jumping off tables and stirring up everything in their path.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” One of your classmates turned to you. You recognized that deranged look. The poor thing was out of control.

“Hey, Marcus, why don't you guys go to make a fuss somewhere else? I'm trying to learn something,” you said to your friend, who was panting with his tongue outside his mouth.

Marilyn was in a more comical situation, chasing the rest of the pack, who were running and jumping, hanging from the trees as if they were ape-men instead of werewolves.

“Get out of here!” She yelled, grabbing some vases that were about to fall to the floor. “Get out, get out!”

“Come on, man, take your little wolves to another place…” You said to your friend. His eyes bulged almost out of their sockets, but he was one of your best friends, and in that state, he still had some consciousness.

“Come on, guys, let's go to the woods to hunt squirrels, Auuuuu!” He howled, leaving the conservatory, followed noisily by the rest of his friends, who howled desperately.

Marilyn closed the door as the last werewolf emerged, and leaned against it, sighing in relief.

“I'm never going to get used to this…” She murmured. You moved closer, trying not to laugh too much, and put a hand on her shoulder.

“It was probably our fault. The light will have caught their attention. “You said, looking around you at the mess they had left behind. “Oh…”

“Oh, damn it…” The redhead said, putting a hand to her forehead. “(Y/N), I wouldn't want to abuse your trust but… If you could…”

“Yes, Yes of course. I'll help you put all of this in order,” you said immediately, blinking with an angelic look.

“You're such a good girl…” Marilyn whispered, briefly caressing your cheek.

You started to put the fallen chairs in place and suddenly you noticed something strange in your body. It was November, it was freezing outside, but somehow you were starting to sweat. You passed a hand across your forehead to confirm it.

You felt as if your clothes were in your way, you even got dizzy. You leaned against a table before being overwhelmed by that strange sensation, and made a disturbing discovery.

“Eh… Marilyn…” You said trembling, pointing to the floor, where the display case containing that strange plant lay, broken into a thousand pieces. The redhead looked at the same spot and her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my God…” She sighed, moving closer to the plant. “Oh my gosh this is so bad...”

“The orgy plant,” you whispered, fanning yourself with your hand.

“(Y/N), don’t, don't move… Stay where you are…” Marilyn said, who seemed to be experiencing the same thing as you, an unbearable heat.

“I'm hot…” You said, after which you frowned. You didn't plan to say that.

“I know, I'm hot too, I mean… It’s hot here…” The redhead said, without taking her eyes off you.

“I, I feel weird…” You said, sighing in a strangely suggestive way.

“Don't worry, it's because of the plant…” Marilyn gasped, turning around to look at herself. “Just, just relax and enjoy, I mean, take a slow breath and…”

“I'm on a cloud, Marilyn, a sexual cloud…” You said, now smiling, noticing familiar tingles all over your body.

“You have to relax… I… I…” She said, turning her back on you.

Suddenly an almost unbearable desire took over your body. It was a feeling similar to when you drank too much. You felt uninhibited. You felt invincible, capable of saying everything that was on your mind, of doing everything that was on your mind. You moved from that table and approached the redhead, who seemed to be breathing heavily, as if she was fighting with the same feeling as you.

“Hurry up, (Y/N), we have to cover the plant with a damp cloth so that the effects don't... Be worse...”

As in one of your fantasies, you ran your finger down her back, enjoying seeing her tremble when you did.

“Marilyn… I want you,” you said, totally oblivious to the circumstances that such a phrase could entail.

Now she turned. She was sweating, she was looking at you with her mouth open. She didn't seem uncomfortable, but quite the opposite. Beneath her typical blue jumpsuit, you could sense that her desire was also growing, literally.

“Fuck, (Y/N), don't do this to me…” She sighed, when you stood inches from her face and your hands roamed her body, panting at the same rate.

“Do you want me, Marilyn?” You asked with a smile. At first she looked at you scared, but her eyes began to reflect your desires and her gaze became serious. Marilyn nodded slowly, running her hands around your waist.

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you… I think about you every night…”She whispered in your ear, biting the lobe of your ear.

Deep down you knew that everything that was happening was because of that plant, but a confession like that couldn't be just due to the pollen. You moaned heartbreakingly when you heard those words, ones you didn't think you'd ever hear.

“That makes me really…” You said hissing, getting rid of your Nevermore jacket. The heat had already been unbearable.

“This is all because of the pollen…” she said, coming back a bit to reality. “We have, we have to fight against its effects before we do something crazy.”

You were already too poisoned. You thought about nothing else than having her inside you. Between moans you couldn't suppress, you caressed the remarkable bulge that had formed between her legs. She moaned when she felt your hand in that private part. Her forehead was sweaty, and her hands roamed your back, your butt.

“I like to do crazy things… I'm crazy about you, Marilyn, and I want to make love to you, now,” you said in her ear, while you unbuttoned her jumpsuit.

She moaned, while she shook her head.

“No, (Y/N), it's, it's wrong…” She said, fooling herself. “Damn... It's so wrong...”

“Just let it go, Miss Thornhill. You're so hard... I think I would die if I don't have you inside of me...” You moaned, continuing to caress her. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I think, I think me too…” She whispered, pulling you, pressing her body against yours. “ Is that what you want, (Y/N)? Do you want mommy to fuck you until you faint?”

Her voice turned grim, dark and lustful.

She knew everything about plants. Surely her reaction capacity was faster than yours, breathing slow and moving away from the broken display case. But something told you that she simply gave up, she was carried away by that unbearable desire that the pollen caused. Perhaps your theories in which she had feelings for you were right, supported by the intriguing and erotic confession she made to you minutes before.

“Yes, mommy, fuck me...” You responded angrily, with hungry desire, while you tore off your shirt. “Touch me, caress me...”

She nodded with a sinister smile on her face, before leaning in and finally, kissing you.

Gasps and moans echoed off the conservatory glass walls. They were animal kisses, wild kisses. Your bodies brushed against each other, sending pleasant stimuli to all the corners of your body. Your neck was assaulted by her teeth and the last buttons of her blue jumpsuit, by your hands.

“You're beautiful, (Y/N), your body is delicious…” The redhead whispered, grabbing your nipple between her teeth, making you moan with pleasure. “Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?”

“Yes, I'll be whatever you want, Marilyn…” You sighed, noticing how your center began to demand some attention.

“Poor silly girl... So desperate for mommy...” She hissed, amused. A slap hit your butt under your skirt and that made you bite your lip. “Take off your panties, (Y/N), do it.”

You obeyed, looking at her with desire. You left your skirt on, just as she hinted at you with her hands.

“Mommy… I need you…” You said with a desperate face, unable to avoid caressing yourself. It was as if the sensations you would normally feel when touching yourself had been multiplied. You moaned as you looked at the redhead, obsessed with what you were doing.

“You know how to touch yourself... You're a smart girl...” She said with a childish voice. Right after, she grabbed you around your waist, turning you around abruptly, putting your belly against her desk and lifting your skirt.

“Mommy…” You moaned, letting yourself to be touched anywhere she wanted. Her hands went to your breasts, while her hips rubbed against your bare bottom. You could feel her cock through her clothes, you could feel it rubbing against your center. You moaned as if you were going to die, wishing that she would finally fill you up and fuck you mercilessly.

“So wet for me…” The redhead whispered, leaning over you as she stroked your slippery folds up and down. Your legs trembled at the contact, you thought you were going to explode.

Her fingers entered you without asking, without any kind of warning. That made you want to bite into something so you could silence your cries of pleasure. She was not affectionate, nor tender. She was rude, commanding. That dark side that that sweet and innocent woman had could make you end up in that state without needing that pollen. It was erotic, tremendously sexual. You had never been dominated in this way, but you found that you could not do it otherwise.

“Mommy, mommy... Yes, please, yes...” You moaned, receiving another slap on your butt and an evil laugh from the redhead.

“Silence, bitch, mommy is working…” She told you, holding your hair tightly. “Enjoy whatever you want, but don't cum, (Y/N)…”

You opened your eyes. That request was impossible for you at that moment, you were already very close.

“But mommy, I can't help it, you do it so well to me…” You gasped, noticing how her fingers increased her speed. Marilyn stopped, pulling your skirt down to get rid of what was left of your clothes, and your shame.

“Good girls wait for mommy to give them permission…” Marilyn told you, caressing your buttocks with her free hand. “First you have to make mommy happy... Tell me, (Y/N), have you ever do this?” She asked, making you turn around, taking his fingers out of your desperate humidity, which pressed its walls so that her fingers didn’t abandon you.

You closed your eyes, feeling almost pained by this sudden lack of pleasure, and nodded.

“Yes…” You confessed. She smiled, lowering her jumpsuit to her ankles, releasing her throbbing cock and aiming it at your entrance.

“Fine, I guess I don't have to treat you like an innocent girl then …”

You admired her length and licked your lips. None of the boys you know had anything to do with it. You wanted it, you wanted to see your body adjusting to it, stretching for it.

Your conscience was clouded by lust. The pollen was really dangerous, but it was nothing else than an enhancer of everything you felt, everything you wanted. To think that she wasn't the one with you at that moment disgusted you.

“Be a good girl and stay still…” She said, while she ran the tip through your folds. “Oh fuck, you're so willing, so wet…” She whispered, clearly struggling not to enter you so soon.

You moaned at her touch, looking into her eyes just as she did.

“I'm not going to ask your permission, (Y / N), I'm going to make you mine, my love… Mommy will give you what you want and you're going to take it like the good girl you pretend to be…” She said, leaning into your ear.

You nodded, moving your hips to feel the tip of her cock right on your clit, making you shiver at the sensation.

With a sudden thrust, she entered you moaning with a strangled sigh.

“Oh, damn... It feels so good... You squeeze me so much, it’s so tight...” The redhead said, introducing herself completely.

You moaned for that feeling you craved. Your body moved, adapting to the intruder as best it could. She had been quick, she had been ruthless, that was what she was looking for, what she wanted, and deep down, what you wanted.

“Mommy... It's big...” You moaned, hissing at the little pain you felt, a pain that was even pleasant.

“Oh… your little pussy can't take mommy? Is mommy hurting you? Poor girl...” She said with a childish voice, while she moved little by little, slowly, but with intensity, stretching your walls in an overwhelming and gratifying way.

“It's so hard…” you sighed, pleased to see how your body played with her, embracing her cock lovingly but firmly. She smiled and caressed your cheek, before moving faster and faster.

“Yeah… You take it so well, you're perfect…” The redhead panted, moving her hips, giving little slaps to your thighs. “My good girl... Mommy's good girl...”

“Keep going, don't stop…” You said, stammering. Your body moved from front to back. Marilyn was holding you to move just as she wanted. It wasn't delicate, it wasn't the loving sex you used to imagine, but it was what your body needed at that moment.

“Oh, but what are those ways of talking to me, honey? Haven't you learned anything?” She said to you, giving you a smack on the cheek. “Talk to me properly or I won't continue fucking you, is that what you want? What mommy doesn't fill you up?”

You shook your head, horrified by that idea. Your moans were intense, as was her thrust. Her cock slid easily through your body, rubbing against the most pleasurable places inside you.

“No, please, mommy, don't stop… I want, I want you to fill me up, I want to be full of you, keep fucking me…. Please mommy, don't stop,” you said in a pathetic, desperate and humiliating way. She chuckled, grabbing your ankles and lifting them into the air, moving her hips gracefully, almost as if she was playing with you.

“That's the way I like it…” She said, placing your legs over her shoulders and increasing the pace even more.

The redhead's moans were so sexual that they added another point of pleasure to the way she fucked you. They were high-pitched gasps, exhausted, hungry, but with a soft layer of sweetness, something of the kind, innocent, caring side of her. And you couldn't take it anymore. All your muscles fought not to contract, not to feel those familiar cramps in your center. You were so close to heaven that you thought you could touch the clouds.

“Please, mommy...I'm close...” You said, being pushed with even more force. Marilyn looked at you as her eyes focused on the way her body moved inside yours. Her smile turned sarcastic, ironic.

“Is that all you can take? No, honey, you're not going to cum yet. Have you forgotten who's in control here?”

“You,” you moaned.

“Exactly, (Y/N), and like the good girl you are, you're going to be nice, and wait for mommy to cum first, will you?” She said, slowing down, moving inside of you softly.

“Yes…I will,” you sighed. You didn't see any other possible options. You had to obey, and besides, just thinking about her cum inside your body made you go even crazier.

“Be patient, my love... Mommy isn't far from filling you up...” Marilyn said, moving quickly again, with a little more hunger in her onslaught. “Oh baby, I want to… Make you mine…”

“And I want it too, mommy, I want to be filled with you, I want to be yours forever...”

“Yes, honey, that's it... Repeat it... Come on, repeat it!” She asked you, the second time in a more abrupt way.

You bit your lip, knowing it was just what she needed. Just what you needed.

“I want to be yours... Make me yours, Marilyn...” You repeated with the most sexual moan you had ever emitted.

“Oh, fuck, I, I'm going to cum…” She said, moving her hips with force, until, with a sharp moan she stopped, pressing against your body, releasing inside of you.

“Yes! Yes!” You screamed when you felt the heat filling your body, when you felt a hot liquid filling you completely. Your orgasm did not wait, your vagina contracted with a gasp and your back arched under the watchful eye of your teacher.

Her dark, hungry expression changed as she finished. She was still inside you, but her eyes were wide, looking into yours, scared.

You began to see things more clearly. You didn’t know if the effect of that pollen had a limited duration in time, or ended once the desire had been satisfied.

“My God, but, what have we done?” The redhead said, beginning to get very nervous.

You had had the best sex of your life, even if it was under the influence of that plant. Maybe it wasn't time to confess your love, or maybe it was. Anyway, what was done was done, and proof of that was a trickle of liquid running down your leg.

“Marilyn,” you said, sitting up, as she pulled out of you and pulled up her pants, quickly covering herself. “I don't think it was a mistake...”

“Oh my God... They're going to fire me... I... Wait, you were of legal age, right?” She asked nervously, passing her hand across her forehead.

“Of course I am, I'm twenty years old,” you said, frowning, annoyed. “But those things you told me, that you were thinking about me...”

She sighed in relief and looked at you embarrassed.

“Please, tell me it wasn't because of the plant, tell me you feel something for me, like I do,” you said softly, getting up from the table and grabbing her waist. She turned around and took your hands, thinking hard about her response.

“Oh, fuck everything. Yes, (Y/N), everything I told you is true. I... I... I feel things for you, many things... I, I love you...”

You smiled and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes, but then she smiled, pulling you into a hug.

“Me too…”

“Wait, you mean you came to the conservatory every night just to be with me?”

You nodded amused, giving her another kiss.

“You are crazy…”

“About you…” You answered. You kissed her again, now with more intensity. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the plant on the floor. “Hey, what do we do with it?”

Marilyn looked at the plant and lowered her head...

“We just have to pick it up, the effects have already passed, and I doubt it will affect us again for a while.”

You nodded and went with her to collect the crystals from the display case. She was looking at you, but with some kind of guilty feeling.

“(Y/N)… I…”

“Yeah?”

“Don��t… Don't think my intention was to treat you that way. I'm only like that when I'm confident… I hope I didn't hurt you… It was that damned plant’s fault.”

“Oh, then I guess I have to thank it,” you said jokingly. “Thank you, sinister plant.”

“(Y/N)…” Marilyn sighed.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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thunderberryz · 4 months ago

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obligatory valentunes oc ask, with a bit of a twist! for any OC you might want to talk about, note their closest relationships (romantic, platonic, familial, whatever) and assign each a number. roll a dice (any dice will do; the mighty dice app or an online randomizer if this is easier!). whatever result you get, share something about that OC's relationship with the other character that you might not have gotten to talk about yet! doesn't have to be about valentines specifically, just. anything about their relationship, how they interact, their dynamic--whatever you like to share when it comes to a valuable person in their life.

(i.e. for cassia, i might write 1-oliver, 2-esme, 3-don, 4-leo, 5-mikey, 6-raph, and roll a 6 sided dice. i roll a 6, so i share something about cassia and raph's relationship!)

Finally, an excuse to use some dice I got back last summer and have yet to use for literally anything.

Since my OC brainrot has been waaaay too focused on Cecilia for the last couple of months, I decided to go back to my girl Iseult. The potential relationships I picked for her

1 - Shouma

2 - Yuuto, Seiji, and Aki (they're a pack)

3 - Donatello

4 - Michelangelo

5 - Mona Lisa

6 - Diarmuid

Aaaaaand... it's number 3. Guess the dice gods decided we needed to go all in for Valentine's day, lmao

So, the two clicked with each other pretty quickly due to both being brainy types; while Iseult's areas of specialty are botany, mycology, and musicology, she's able to keep up in conversations with Don by virtue of coming from an advanced alien species whose technology is centuries ahead of our own. They pretty much end up spending hours discussing things from computing to energy systems, and Iseult even lets Don tinker with some of the gadgets she has on hand so he can learn how they work and apply them to his own inventions. Of course, Don indulges in her interests in well, getting her many books on cultivating fruits, flowers, trees, mushrooms and even helping her set up a hydroponics garden in her hideout (she lives in a basement beneath an abandoned warehouse.)

But more importantly, they're both pretty gentle souls at heart. Iseult has seen... a lot traveling the universe with her adoptive family and by the time she met the turtles, she had almost lost her ability to even trust in others. Coming to Earth to pursue the man responsible for the deaths of her family was probably the best thing to happen to her because she got to spend more time with Don--he single-handedly restored her faith in other people and helped remind her that, for all the evil she has witnessed, there is still much good being done in the smallest of places. They end up talking a lot about the things they want to do, their dreams, all the possible paths to the future, and just a mutual want for a more peaceful, kinder universe, even if that is something seemingly impossible to achieve in their lifetimes.

Besides that, though, they are just such dorks. Naturally, Iseult puts everything into learning about Earth, it's history, culture--and Don is asking so, so many questions about Ioran Domain and what things are like there. ("I'm sorry, the average household has SEVEN TO TWELVE CHILDREN?") Honestly, my favorite mental image is them going to the Natural History Museum in their disguises and Don spending so much time infodumping about dinosaurs while Iseult listens intently. You can practically hear Michelangelo yelling "NERRRRRRRRRDS" in the background, haha

#asks #redstringraven #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt donatello #tmnt oc #iseult lanigera #donatello x oc #iseultello

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calliemity · 1 year ago

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Little Shop of Horrors Pokémon Teams

Hi! I haven't mentioned it much on here, but I'm a massive Pokémon fan! And as I've been replaying Alpha Sapphire recently, I've been wanting to try and make some Pokémon teams for some LSoH characters. So that's what I'm doing now! (I might expand this into an entire Pokémon AU, who knows! Depends on if I have time.)

I've picked Seymour, Audrey, and Orin for this character exercise. While I probably could include other members of the cast, for the sake of my time, I'm limiting myself to 3 characters. And besides, the other popular characters aren't nearly as fleshed out in ways that I can use for Pokémon team-building.

For all three characters, I'll be giving them a full team of six Pokémon. While it'd be more realistic to give them less Pokémon, a full team lets me be more creative. Let me have this one thing!

For the actual team-building, I'm choosing their Pokémon mostly based on what relevance they would have to the person practically. Symbolism will be considered and incorporated, but it's second to practicality. Additionally, each character gets their own theme motifs, which helps me pick which Pokémon are the most relevant to them. I'm also going to describe what kind of Trainer they would be and how they would use and interact with their Pokémon!

And finally, while I will be describing relevant details about each Pokémon, this will probably be the most enjoyable for those familiar with Pokémon in some way. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Seymour

Main Types: Grass, Ghost

Motifs: Plants, vampiric dynamics, meekness, subversion, tragedy

I believe that Seymour would approach Pokémon like a researcher, not unlike a Pokémon professor. He'd take a specific interest in Grass types, so he'd catch and raise a variety of Grass types in order to research them. I think this interest would coexist with his interest in botany, so maybe he'd specifically research the connection between Grass types and actual plants? I don't think he'd be that passionate about battling, but he would battle Grass types against each other for research purposes and would therefore be pretty decent at it. I also think that he has other Pokémon in the PC, so the Pokémon I'm assigning him would be the ones he has around more often, or the ones he has on hand during the main plot.

Vileplume: Vileplume resemble a corpse flower, which is already perfect imagery for Seymour. Additionally, it is constantly emitting toxic pollen from its petals, which would negativity affect Seymour's health the more time he spent with it. I think he would have a Vileplume in order to study it, and he would have mixed feelings toward it. Perhaps he raised it from an Oddish into a Vileplume, so he feels that inherent bond, but he can feel the negative effect it's having on him in real time.

Gourgeist: Despite its cuteness, Gourgeist is an eerie and dangerous Pokémon. It's known to guide the living into the afterlife, therefore killing them. It's also known to grab potential prey with its hair-like appendages and sing while they struggle. Seymour would probably have a few Gourgeist (and a few Pumpaboos) of various sizes in order to study their differences. Maybe during the main plot, he can swap them out from smallest to biggest?

Lileep: After somehow getting his hands on a Root Fossil, Seymour would get the fossil revived by a scientist. Lileep, the Pokémon born from this, is an ancient creature that's been extinct for millions of years. When it was alive, it would latch itself to the seafloor and sway like seaweed, luring in potential prey. When it got a chance, it would lunge and swallow its prey whole. Seymour would be ecstatic to have the chance to study this ancient Grass type, but he'd be a little worried about the possible consequences of reviving something that hasn't been on Earth in a millenia...

Applin: A small, meek little Pokémon that hides in an apple for its entire life. The apple provides it food and protection from predators. Seymour would probably have one to research what kind of apples they prefer to reside in and the relationship between the Applin and its apple. He would have the means to evolve it, but he secretly dreams of presenting it to Audrey as a declaration of love, a tradition from the Galar region that he read about.

Tangrowth: Made entirely out of fast-growing vines, Tangrowth immediately grows back any lost limbs. Seymour would find its regenerative abilities fascinating and would test it out in multiple ways. He gives the vine cuttings to Audrey, who uses them to create faux-shrubs by discreetly tying them together. I would imagine his dynamic with this Tangrowth would be strained, since the majority of their interactions involve Seymour chopping or burning its arms off.

Litwick: While its Fire typing would contrast with his interest in plants and Grass types, I could definitely see Seymour having one in order to deliberately test Grass types against a type they're weak against. I also think he could have one as a companion, maybe to help provide light in his room? However, its entire gimmick is that it slowly drains the lifeforce of other living beings around it, all to keep its flame burning. Seymour would be unknowingly draining his lifespan when he spends time with it, not unlike how Audrey II drains his lifeforce in order to grow.

Audrey

Main Types: Normal, Fairy, Grass, Psychic

Motifs: Domestic, fashionable, dreams, passion, green

Audrey would almost exclusively have Pokémon as companions and to help her with her everyday tasks. She would always try to put aside time in the day to care for each one! I think she would become a skilled Pokémon groomer because of this, a skill she could maybe use later for extra income? She would know how to battle but wouldn't enjoy it and would probably avoid it at all costs. I feel strongly that seeing Pokémon fighting and getting injured would upset her, but she would try not to make her aversion obvious. She forms deep bonds with her Pokémon, learning their individual personalities and their preferences, and would help them as much as they help her. I can also imagine her giving each one their own heartfelt nickname!

Indeedee (Female): They feed off of positive energy, so they take care of and do chores for their Trainers in order to cultivate joy for them. Audrey's Indeedee would affectionately dote on her and help her with chores, both in her home and in the shop, and it would try to keep her happy in any way it can. I think they'll also mirror each other in the fulfillment they find in domestic activities.

Furfrou: Furfrou, aside from being fashionable Pokémon, are also a wonderful choice for protection. Furfrou were originally designated as the guardians of the king of Kalos. Audrey's Fufrou would be her loyal guard dog, protecting her from harm. I think she'd also enjoy getting it trimmed and styled in connection to her interest in fashion! I also believe she'd learn how to trim and style it herself, possibly inventing brand new Audrey-exclusive Furfrou trims.

Floette: This Pokémon is dedicated to growing and taking care of flowers. It uses its powers to help them prosper and thrive, so a Floette would be helpful for any florist. Audrey's Floette would help her in her florist job, keeping the flowers healthy and looking fresh, and maybe even aiding her in making arrangements. (I believe if she does escape Skid Row and moves to her dream home, like she does in the theatrical ending, she'll purchase a Shiny Stone to evolve it into a Florges. Florges dedicate their lives to protecting and nurturing gardens, so it'll help her with her actual garden and symbolically protect her home and her peace.)

Munna (Shiny): Munna feed off of people's dreams, so it would definitely stay with her thanks to her dreams and ambitions of somewhere that's green. They also eat nightmares, which would be very helpful if she has any trauma-related nightmares (which I'm very confident she does.) I chose a Shiny one for the aesthetic, it becomes decorated with green flowers notably. She'd be aware that her Munna is special, and perhaps out of fear, she would only reveal it to people she trusts entirely.

Bellossom: Like Audrey, this Pokémon thrives in sunlight. During long periods of cloudy weather, it does a dance ritual to try and summon the sun. I think this would mirror Audrey wonderfully, as she too blooms into herself when placed in a better, healthier environment. Practically, I think her Bellossom would aid her in her florist job, similar to her Floette. (There's also a parallel to Seymour's Vileplume, as both Pokémon evolve from the Pokémon Gloom. Bellossom evolves via a Sun Stone and Vileplume from a Leaf Stone.)

Alcremie (Vanilla Cream, Clover Sweet): This Pokémon is popular with pastry chefs because it can produce a very delicious whipped cream. It becomes sweeter and richer depending on how happy it is. Audrey would help her Milcery evolve into the Alcremie form that it wants, selecting both the flavor and the decoration for itself. Her Alcremie would happily help her when she's cooking or baking, and she'd always include at least a little bit of its whipped cream in her pastries. It would become her not-so-secret ingredient, elevating the taste of her sweets.

Orin

Main Types: Dark, Steel, Psychic

Motifs: Power, manipulation, tools, violence, teeth

Orin, like all good Pokémon villains, sees Pokémon as tools. He would pick his team based on strength and aesthetics, preferring Pokémon that match his sense of style and his values. He'd be very passionate about battling, too! His strength in battles would always be limited since he would never put any effort into actually building a bond with his Pokémon, but he makes up for it with calculated strategies. Thanks to his high income, he can also afford to professionally train his Pokémon and give them supplements to help boost their stats (aka their EVs.) His battle style is very, very tricky; he definitely fights dirty, making use of status moves, items, and unexpected abilities to always have the upper hand on an opponent. I don't think he'd be above cheating as well. Battling would definitely be his second passion, his first always being his career.

Krookodile: A widely feared Pokémon, Krookodile is both incredibly violent and physically strong. It has a bite strength that's strong enough to crush a car, and it's able to clearly see even the smallest prey from up to 30 miles away. It's also frighteningly patient, able to hide motionless while waiting for prey for days. Orin would utilize its Moxie ability, which raises its attack each time it defeats a Pokémon. Once Krookodile gets on a roll, Orin would gleefully watch the violence that follows.

Mawile: This Pokémon lures prey into a false sense of security, before turning around and biting down with its large second mouth, which is full of razor-sharp teeth. It's a conniving and vicious Pokémon. Orin would use his Mawile as his token Mega Evolution, despite the fact that he would deliberately avoid forming a bond with it. Because of this, each time he'd mega evolve Mawile, it would suffer through intense agony and lose control of its body, going berserk. Orin would use this as a part of his strategy, but more importantly, he would enjoy the suffering he puts it through.

Malamar: A sinister Pokémon with frighteningly strong hypnotic powers. The lights that flash on its torso put its victim completely under its control. Malamar would be the Pokémon that Orin actually "bonds" with the most, since getting on its bad side is not advised. They do share some common interests, so it works out. He would take full advantage of its Contray ability, turning stat-lowering effects into stat-boosts to ravage the opposing Pokémon with its move Superpower.

Metagross: This four-legged Pokémon also has four brains, making it smarter than a supercomputer. While its superior intelligence can be used for good, that's not always the case. It's not uncommon for a Metagross to strategize some of the most creatively cruel methods of defeating an opponent, becoming intentionally sadistic. Orin's Metagross would be an example. While Orin would prefer to have Metagross as his Mega Evolution Pokémon, Metagrossite is practically impossible to find since it's so sought after! Regardless, he'd take advantage of its Clear Body ability (its stats can't be lowered by an opponent) and its incredible physical attack, and he would let it have its way in battles.

Bisharp: A naturally dominanting and merciless Pokémon. In the wild, it commands a group of Pawniard to do its bidding. It only moves to defeat prey after its minions have weakened it into immobility, cruelly delivering the final blow. It always keeps its blades as sharp and clean as it can. Orin's Bisharp would have the rare ability Pressure, which scares opposing Pokémon into not being able to use moves as much as it usually can. He'd use this to stall an opponent into near helplessness before kicking them while they're down.

Indeedee (Male): His only Pokémon that would be used regularly outside of battles. Orin's Indeedee would essentially be his dental assistant, probably to avoid having someone on a payroll. Besides, having a Pokémon with psychic powers who loves busywork is more convenient. It would still feed on Orin's positive emotions, and it would actually thrive considering how much Orin enjoys his job, but the context of those joyful feelings would warp its temperament. It would seem to learn to enjoy human pain and suffering as much as its Trainer, and unlike other Indeedee it would not be conflict-averse. Orin would only use his Indeedee during double battles, using its Psychic Surge ability and other supportive moves to aid either Metagross or Malamar.

And as a fun little bonus...

Audrey II, But It's a Pokémon!

Rather than substituting an existing Pokémon in the role of Audrey II, I'd like to make the man-eating plant a brand-new Pokémon!

If I was writing a Pokémon version of LSoH, I'd have Seymour accidentally discover a new legendary Pokémon from space. He names it "Autreeteu," a barely concealed reference to Audrey. It attracts a lot of attention since it's a brand new Pokémon that no one's ever seen, but Seymour soon discovers the cost of keeping it happy and healthy.

Autreeteu

Type: Grass/Dark

Species: Consuming Pokémon

Ability: Insatiable (Restores 20% less HP from consuming any food or drink items, such as Berries, Soda Pop, and Leftovers)

Pokédex Entry: Hypothesized to have come from the cosmos, Autreeteu has an unquenching hunger. After it's chosen by a Trainer, it begins to use a variety of manipulation tactics in order to make its Trainer feed it. It is almost impossible to ignore or shake off its demands, no matter how extreme.

Autreeteu doesn't evolve. However, as it feeds (or within hypothetical gameplay, every 20 levels), it undergoes a permanent Forme change. It just gets physically bigger with some small detail changes, nothing else stat-wise about it changes. The Forme change is irreversible and can not be prevented, aside from keeping it at a static level forever. You might hear it calling out to you from your party, though...

Thank you for reading all of this! I definitely got way too into this entire thing, but it was a ton of fun, and I hope people appreciate the thought I put into everything. I tried to be creative and not go for the easy or stereotypical options (no Victreebel or Carnivine for Seymour, no Sharpedo for Orin, etc.) I definitely have a ton of ideas for a Pokémon AU/rewrite, so let me know if there's any interest in that!

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