#OC: Lionel

[invisible-key]

What my OCs enjoy the most about vomiting

Trey (likes to vomit)

Loss of control

Watery vomit forcefully gushing out of him

Trey enjoys it when his body takes over and he loses control of his bodily functions. He finds the lack of agency cathartic and even kind of relaxing. No thoughts, just keep throwing up… He enjoys feeling his belly contract forcefully, while watery puke rushes out of him in big, strong gushes. He prefers when the vomiting starts naturally, which is why Brin (his partner) rarely uses fingers to make him throw up.

Bernie (likes to vomit)

Chunky texture

Making a mess

Unlike Trey, Bernie isn’t big on loss of control. He usually self-induces with fingers so he gets to control when and how he vomits. His favorite thing about vomiting is feeling the chunks slid over his tongue as he throws up. He finds the texture of chunky vomit very pleasing. He also enjoys making a mess around himself, throwing up on himself, and being all dirty and gross.

Brin (likes to watch)

Finding pleasure in pain

Bodily functions

Brin is a dom but he doesn’t enjoy seeing people suffer. His biggest turn-on is seeing somebody find genuine pleasure in things normal people would find painful, unpleasant, or disgusting. He’s in heaven if he can help his partner achieve that depraved bliss. If he happens to get sick himself, he finds it unpleasant and miserable… which makes it all that more arousing to see somebody else enjoying it.

Lionel (likes to watch)

Watching the release

The cycle

Lionel is not a dom. He doesn’t like forcing his partner to do something painful. He just likes vomit. He could watch that fluid flow out of someone’s mouth time and time again… It’s just so satisfying to watch. The stomach clenches, and then liquid shoots out of someone’s mouth and makes such a pleasant splashing sound. And the cycle repeats.

Andy (likes to vomit)

Stuffing

Submission

Andy and his wife Hannah (or Mistress) have a big stuffing kink. Stuffing is their main kink but vomiting can be a cherry on top. Andy enjoys emptying his painfully full stomach into the toilet and feeling the relief come as his stomach deflates. He might not enjoy vomiting if his stomach wasn’t tightly packed beforehand. He finds pleasure in surrendering control over his stomach to his wife. He feels ecstatic when he comes home from work to the smell of a freshly baked cake, knowing his Mistress is going to force him to eat all of it, no matter how much he whines and begs, and when his stomach is all tight and painful and he feels sick, she’s going to hand him a bowl and force him to vomit by sticking a spoon deep down his throat.

Hannah (likes to make someone vomit)

Sadism and control

Stuffing

Hannah is a domme. She isn’t interested in the vomit itself. She just wants to exercise control over her husband. She revels in seeing his eyes widen when he sees the feast she had prepared for him. He is scared but excited at the same time. He will pack his stomach with an inhuman amount of food just for her. His belly will grow swollen and achy, threatening to burst out of his shirt. Even when he whimpers in pain, he keeps going until she tells him it’s time to stop and graciously allows him to relieve his stomach.

Emily (likes to vomit)

Depravity

People being concerned for her

Emily is an innocent 19-year-old girl. Or so she wants people to think. She very much enjoys being seen as innocent by her peers when she is a depraved little freak on the inside. She wants to do the most disgusting things in private – or even in public. When such a frail looking girl gets violently sick, everyone will be concerned for her and try to help her… without suspecting that she’s a pervert.

[angelshare]

Lionel Raine - Head of the Leg Snappers Disciplinary Committee of the Paira Academy. Not known by many but certainly feared by those that have seen her face

My favorite hag in the world <3

[pompom-prince]

My mermaid ocs!! The Blue one, who’s supposed to be a Betta fish is Connor. The Pink one, who’s a lion fish, is Lionel/Liones. and the orange one is Erin!

Under the read more im gonna put the original designs and the early redesigns. These designs are final tho!

[prisiidon]

GET KEBAB'D- Silly lil comic with my zora ocs for Zora May! 🐟✨ feat. that shrimp fried rice meme dfgdfg. bag binch Byers :) Lionel is bored af of ocean diet so he’ll try land food even if he’s intoleranT

[smalltimidbean]

Various Small Beans in Various Places

[cassielsunstone]

This is what he gets for eating part of the stone

[sammys-magical-au]

I have a bit of a headcanon that Obi-Wan is a bit of a crier, just never ever in front of people. Like he would never show up at Anakin’s door like “Anakin hug me im sad 😫” he would just say he’s going to “meditate” and instead curl up under his blankets and sob for a good 45 minutes or more and then come back like “ok I’m all better now, that was a nice meditation session” and everyone else is like “we know you were crying. Your eyes are all red and puffy and you still have tears on your face” and he just goes “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I have no reason to cry, I’m perfectly content with my life the way it is” while looking thoroughly and utterly miserable, because like Anakin he has no healthy ways to deal with his emotions so he instead holds them inside until he breaks down and then plays it off like nothing happened. In his mind, nothing happened and the crying doesn’t mean anything. Until he finally, finally admits this out loud and Lionel goes “SUGAR CRYING HYSTERICALLY FOR OVER AN HOUR MULTIPLE TIMES A WEEK IS NOT HEALTHY I AM TAKING ALL OF YOU TO THERAPY RIGHT NOW”

[muiitoloko]

New beginning

Summary: It's a new beginning.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warning: Illness.

Author's Notes: Is it wrong that I'm sad this story is ending? I think I got more attached to this story than I should have. 😅

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth Seventh, Eighth and Ninth part here.

As the days turned into months and then years, William grew up quickly, his laughter filling the halls of your grand mansion. You marveled at how time seemed to fly by, cherishing every moment spent watching your son grow and thrive.

But as William grew, so did your family. Soon, you found yourself pregnant again, the news of twins filling you with both excitement and trepidation. Turpin, though initially taken aback by the prospect of expanding your family, soon embraced the idea with his usual stoic resolve.

Months passed, and eventually, the day arrived when you welcomed your twin babies into the world. Turpin stood by your side, his expression a mixture of awe and apprehension as he witnessed the miracle of birth once again. Despite his typically stern demeanor, his heart melted at the sight of his newborn children, and he vowed to protect and cherish them with all his being.

As the years went by, Turpin's health began to decline, his once formidable strength weakened by illness. Forced to retire from his prestigious position as a judge, Turpin struggled to come to terms with his newfound vulnerability. You, ever the devoted wife, remained by his side, offering comfort and support as he navigated this challenging chapter of his life.

With Turpin's health deteriorating, you made the difficult decision to leave London behind and move to the farm you had always dreamed of. Turpin, though initially resistant to the idea, eventually acquiesced, recognizing the benefits of the fresh air and tranquility for his recovery.

The transition to farm life was not without its challenges, but together, you and Turpin faced them head-on, drawing strength from each other and the love that bound your family together. Turpin, though laid up since his illness, found solace in the simple pleasures of country living, while you reveled in the opportunity to nurture your growing family in the serene countryside.

As the years passed, the farm became a sanctuary for your family, a place where Turpin could find peace amidst the turmoil of his declining health. Surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love of his family, Turpin rediscovered a sense of purpose and contentment that he had long thought lost.

Though Turpin's illness presented its share of challenges, it also brought you closer together as a family, strengthening the bonds that held you all together. As you watched your children grow and thrive in the idyllic countryside, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the life you had built together, far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

As the afternoon sun cast its golden rays over the sprawling fields surrounding your farm, you and Turpin sat together on a sturdy wooden chair placed in the entrance of your cozy farmhouse. The gentle breeze carried the sound of laughter and playful shouts from your children, William, Sophia, and Belladonna, who were engrossed in a game of tag in the yard.

Turpin, his once formidable frame now softened by age and illness, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile gracing his lips as he watched his children at play. His hooked nose and baritone voice still commanded authority, but there was a warmth in his gaze as he observed their antics.

His recently acquired cane rested on the arm of his chair, a symbol of his newfound reliance on assistance. Yet, despite his physical limitations, Turpin radiated a sense of contentment and pride as he basked in the joy of fatherhood.

You, seated beside him, couldn't help but smile as you watched the scene unfold before you. William, now a strapping young lad of ten, took on the role of protector, keeping a watchful eye on his younger sisters as they darted around the yard with reckless abandon.

But it was Sophia and Belladonna, aged seven, who truly stole the show. With their wild curls bouncing in the breeze and laughter bubbling from their lips, they embodied the innocence and exuberance of youth.

Suddenly, Sophia and Belladonna broke away from their game, sprinting towards you and Turpin with reckless abandon. "Father! Father!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices echoing with excitement.

You couldn't help but scold the girls gently for their lack of decorum, reminding them to behave like proper young ladies. Turpin, however, merely chuckled indulgently, his stern gaze softening as he watched his daughters clamor for his attention.

"Sophia, Belladonna, mind your manners," you chided gently, though there was a fondness in your tone. "You mustn't pester your father so."

Turpin's smile widened as he reached out to ruffle Sophia's hair affectionately, his touch gentle despite the playful glint in his eyes. "Indeed, my dears," he added with mock severity. "You must learn to comport yourselves with the dignity befitting young ladies of your station."

But the girls paid his admonishments no heed, too caught up in the excitement of the moment to care about propriety. They threw themselves at Turpin with abandon, their laughter filling the air as they clamored for his attention.

Turpin, unable to resist their infectious energy, wrapped his arms around his daughters, pulling them close in a tight embrace. "Very well, my little rascals," he conceded with a chuckle. "But remember, you mustn't forget your manners in the future."

You shook your head in amusement, unable to suppress a smile at the sight of Turpin indulging his daughters' antics. Despite his stern demeanor, there was a tenderness in his interactions with them that spoke volumes about the depth of his love for his children.

In that moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the life you had built together. As the laughter of your children echoed through the evening air, Turpin suddenly doubled over, a violent coughing fit seizing him. Concern etched across your features, you quickly rose from your seat and moved to his side.

"Richard, are you alright?" you asked, your voice filled with worry as you gently supported him.

Turpin waved off your concern with a dismissive gesture, though his coughs continued to wrack his frail frame. "I'm fine," he rasped between coughs, his baritone voice strained with effort, "just a minor inconvenience."

But you knew better than to ignore the signs of his declining health. With a firm hand, you helped him to his feet, guiding him back towards the house with gentle insistence.

"Let's get you back to the bedroom," you said firmly, your tone brooking no argument, "you need to rest."

Surprisingly, Turpin didn't protest, instead grasping his cane tightly as he leaned on you for support. Together, you made your way back into the house, calling out to the children as you passed through the doorway.

"William, Sophia, Belladonna," you called out, your voice carrying through the halls, "time to wash up for dinner."

The children, obedient as always, responded promptly, their footsteps echoing as they made their way inside. As they passed Turpin, who was already halfway up the stairs, he couldn't help but scold them for their reckless behavior.

"Mind your manners on the stairs, children," he admonished sternly, though the trio paid his warnings little heed as they dashed past him, eager to wash up before dinner.

Turpin sighed wearily as you reached his side, helping him up the stairs with careful steps. Once in the bedroom, you assisted him in laying down on the bed, his coughs gradually subsiding as he settled into a more comfortable position.

Watching him closely, you began to undress him, your hands moving with practiced ease as you removed his formal attire. Turpin watched you silently, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes.

"You're still so young," he commented softly, his voice tinged with regret, "you shouldn't have to take care of an old man like me."

You didn't respond to his words, instead focusing on the task at hand as you dressed him in comfortable clothes. With gentle hands, you tucked him in, ensuring he was warm and comfortable before turning to leave the room.

But Turpin's sudden grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. Startled, you met his gaze, only to find his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

"Do you remember the sentence I gave you years ago?" he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

You nodded slowly, the memory of his possessive decree resurfacing with painful clarity. "Yes," you replied softly, your heart heavy with the weight of his words, "I remember."

Turpin's nose twitched slightly as he studied your face, his expression pained. "Forget that sentence," he said abruptly, surprising you with the suddenness of his request.

Confusion clouded your features as you looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. "What?" you asked incredulously, unable to comprehend his sudden change of heart.

"You are still young," Turpin continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "you deserve a man who will take care of you, who will love you as I never could."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, a mixture of sadness and disbelief washing over you. Turpin had always been possessive, demanding your unwavering loyalty with cruel insistence. And yet, here he was, urging you to forget his decree, to seek happiness beyond the confines of your marriage.

"You're crazy," you whispered hoarsely, your voice thick with emotion, "if you think I'll ever look for another man."

Turpin reached out to brush away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin. "You deserve to live, to find happiness," he insisted, his own eyes shining with unshed tears, "even if it's not with me."

But you shook your head, unable to accept his words, unable to fathom a life without him by your side. "Shut up," you whispered brokenly, your voice barely above a whisper, "Just shut up."

For the first time in your life, you defied Turpin's orders, your heart rebelling against the notion of a future without him. Despite his cruelty, despite his flaws, you loved him with a fierceness that defied reason, that defied logic.

Turpin's expression softened momentarily, his gaze filled with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "You silly, stupid woman," he muttered under his breath, his baritone voice tinged with anguish.

You looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his words heavy on your heart. With a trembling hand, you attempted to pull away from him, to distance yourself from the pain of his rejection.

But Turpin refused to let you go, his grip on your wrist tightening with unexpected strength. "No," he said firmly, his voice commanding despite its tremulous quality, "You will listen to me, damn it!"

Startled by the sudden change in his demeanor, you turned back to face him, your eyes wide with surprise. Turpin's hooked nose twitched slightly as he studied your face, his expression torn between anger and desperation.

"I may be cruel, I may be a monster," he began, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper, "but I cannot bear the thought of you suffering because of me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, the raw emotion in his voice cutting through the layers of resentment and anger that had built up between you. Despite his flaws, despite his cruelty, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man before you.

Turpin reached out to brush away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin. "Listen to me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion, "if there are other lives, if there is a chance for redemption, I will find you."

You blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend the magnitude of his promise. "What do you mean?" you whispered hoarsely, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Turpin's gaze bore into yours, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "If one day I am reborn, if one day I have the chance to make amends for my sins," he said solemnly, "I will look for you. In every life, in every world, I will look for you."

A sob caught in your throat as you listened to his words, the weight of his promise settling over you like a heavy blanket. Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, you couldn't deny the truth in his eyes, the sincerity in his voice.

"Because you are mine," Turpin continued, his voice filled with a quiet intensity, "and I am yours. And nothing, not even death itself, can change that."

"Richard..."

Suddenly, Lionel jolted awake from his bed, disoriented and slightly bewildered by the vividness of his dream. Running his hands through his hair, he looked around the dimly lit bedroom, the remnants of the dream still lingering in his mind.

With a groan, Lionel reached over and disarmed the alarm at the head of his bed, silencing its incessant beeping. Damn these crazy dreams, he thought to himself, shaking his head in frustration.

As he undressed and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his tired body, Lionel tried to remember the details of the dream. It was always the same, a smile, but the specifics eluded him, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Furrowing his brow in concentration, Lionel scrubbed at his skin, hoping to shake off the remnants of the dream that clung to him like a stubborn shadow. He had better things to think about, like the party he was hosting today and the Monet he planned to purchase.

But try as he might, the memory of the dream persisted, taunting him with its elusive details. Frustrated, Lionel leaned against the tiled wall of the shower, closing his eyes and willing the images to fade away.

As the steam filled the air around him, Lionel took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the water soothe his tired muscles. He had a busy day ahead of him, and he couldn't afford to dwell on a mere dream.

With renewed determination, Lionel finished his shower and stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom, the memory of the dream still lingering at the edges of his mind. But as he dried himself off and got dressed, he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the tasks that lay ahead.

There would be time to ponder the meaning of his dreams later. For now, Lionel had a party to host and a painting to acquire, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Lionel's brow furrowed in frustration as he examined the counterfeit Monet in front of him, the queen's face mocking him from the canvas. He sighed heavily as Harry Deane and PJ Puznowski walked away, his heart still racing with the realization of how close he had come to being tricked.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief at his own gullibility. He had almost fallen for their scheme, but he refused to let himself dwell on it any longer. There were more pressing matters at hand, and Lionel couldn't afford to waste time regretting his near-miss.

Straightening his bow tie with a determined gesture, Lionel plastered a smile on his face and made his way back to the party. He had a reputation to maintain, after all, and he couldn't let a little setback ruin his evening.

As he mingled with the guests, exchanging pleasantries and discussing business deals, Lionel couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered at the back of his mind. It was as if something was tugging at his subconscious, pulling him towards a truth he couldn't quite grasp.

And then, he saw her.

She was standing across the room, surrounded by two other women, her sweet smile lighting up her face. Lionel felt his heart skip a beat as their eyes met, a sense of déjà vu washing over him like a tidal wave.

For a few precious seconds, the world seemed to fade away as he stared at her, captivated by the warmth and kindness in her eyes. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a feeling that defied explanation.

But before he could dwell on it any longer, she looked away, turning back to her friends and resuming her conversation. Lionel watched her with a mixture of longing and confusion, his mind racing with questions he couldn't begin to answer.

Who was she? And why did she stir something within him that he couldn't quite define?

With a shake of his head, Lionel forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He had a party to host and guests to entertain, and he couldn't afford to let his thoughts wander.

But as the evening wore on, he found himself stealing glances in her direction, unable to shake the feeling that he had found something he never knew he was searching for.

It was then that he noticed her uniform, the realization dawning on him with a sense of disbelief. She was a waitress, just another face in the crowd, and yet... there was something about her that stirred a sense of familiarity within him.

With a rueful laugh, Lionel shook his head, dismissing the notion as absurd. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had found something important, something worth holding onto amidst the chaos of his extravagant life.

And as he watched her move gracefully through the crowd, laughter dancing in her eyes, Lionel couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stir within him.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he had finally found what he had been looking for all along.

[benzdizel]

«momentary weakness»

Lionel Essrog/oc

[meff25]

They're having so much fun, and then this man will be the reason Reginald's "бед с башкой" yyyaaaayyyyyy

[invisible-key]

Hi!! Happy Sunday Sickness!

Okay, my first question is who are your OCs? Gush ahead, I wanna know everything (or everything you want to tell us rn)

Awww, thank you, that's so nice of you! <3

Ahahahahah that's a VERY broad question! XD I have like a hundred OCs altho I have only mentioned two of them on this blog since I remade it like a week ago. I have plently of OCs in my sfw stories (I write mostly psychological fantasy), but I don't use all of them for writing kink stories... And then I have a set of OCs that I made specifically for fetish stories. (I thought that if I make fetish OCs, I will stop having the tendency to come up with emeto scenes in my sfw stories. It... did not work as planned. Okay it probably helped to some extent but not as much as I hoped. XD) So now I have a bunch of OCs who are emetophiles themselves. I have... *counts on her fingers* ... at least eight. Yeah it's a lot. XD

I will introduce my main four emetophilic OCs in this post.

Bernie

Age: 20-26 (in most fics)

Height: 176 cm (5‘ 9“)

Kinks: emetophilia, asphyxiation, omorashi

Bernie is a pretty simple-minded guy, he just wants to have fun and enjoy life as much as possible. His favourite hobbies are drawing, watching anime, cooking (and then eating the yummy food XD), and, of couse, making himself puke. He has a hard time holding a job, which is why he lives with his mom. He only has part-time jobs from time to time, and he sells art commissions for additional income. He’s a digital artist and he’s either drawing weird fetish comics or cute anime fanarts. (Not both at the same time. He has two separate blogs for sfw and nsfw art. xD)

Trey

Age: 22-25 (in most fics)

Height:  178 cm (5‘ 10“)

Kinks: he’s a masochist and he’ll go along with a lot of stuff that Brin wants to do, but his favourite is emetophilia

Trey is a young guy who became homeless after running away from an abusive wife, and he started working at a strip club to get by. He’s a pretty melancholic guy and probably quite intelligent, but he never got secondary education because his family was poor. Now he’s just doing kinky stuff to forget about his problems.

Brin

Age: early 30s

Height: 165 cm (5‘ 4“)

Kinks: emetophilia, omorashi, stuffing, „softcore“ scat (mostly poop desperation/messing, not something extreme like eating scat or something)

Trey's "partner" (as in sexual and not romantic partner). He met Trey on a BDMS forum and he offered to be his mentor and introduce him to BDSM play. They didn’t do bodily fluids stuff at first but Trey knew from Brin’s profile that he is into it so he asked him to show it to him. And he ended up liking it. (Disclaimer: I don’t actually know that much about BDSM so I won’t be writing about it, I focus on the bodily fluids stuff. XD)

Brin is actually really kind and caring despite being a dom… He’s also kind of a clean freak despite being into super unhygienic kinks. XD

He secretly has a crush on Trey, despite the fact that they have established their relationship as purely sexual (and friendly) and not romantic…

Also he loves motorcycles and he changes his hair color every few months (but only natural colors like blond, brown, black and their combinations).

Lionel

Age: late 30s

Height: 167 cm (5‘ 5“)

Kinks: emetophilia, kinda into omorashi too

Bernie’s (ex)boyfriend. (He breaks up with him in the course of the story. In truth, they were only „dating“ because they have the same fetish, but there was no romance between them. So they were more like friends with benefits, but they called each other „boyfriends“ because they didn’t want to explain to people that they’re only meeting because they both have a vomit fetish…)

[chaotic-zora]

Zora fight....ZORA FIGHT. Thresh claims they're fostering interdomain relations between Volica and Caeruleis via sharing fighting techniques, but in reality he just wants to duke it out with @prisiidon 's Lionel.

Also, I'd like to say thank you Prin, for being such a warm and welcoming presence in the zora community. Zora May was such a wonderful event and the way you welcomed and encouraged others (such as myself being a newcomer!) through hashtags and interactions legit made me so happy, and made me want to draw, participate, and connect with others all that much more! 💜

Close ups below!

[pompom-prince]

I still need to rename my mermaids but heres a drawing of my favorite f slurs 💖🎏 everyone say thank you god rays tool.

these two are soulmates actually.

pose base is by albanenechi on pinterest and instagram

[prisiidon]

Victory Interview!

EDIT: based off this silly fkn VID, ty for finding it! Byers is usually serious but not immune to jumpy excite bursts via Lionel 🧡 Unblurred Lionel under cut~

[snowblossomreads]

Day 21 - Heartfelt Confessions

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lionel Shabandar x Fem!Reader, Lionel Shabandar & OC (Angie Huang), Sinclair Bryant x OC (Amiee Huang)

Summary: In where a birthday party brings brings Lionel and [Y/n] together. Continuation of Day 11 Out of Reach and Day 19 A Helping Hand

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smidge of jealously, pining, confessions

A/N: Eeekk we have come to the conclusion of our little story between Lionel and [Y/n]. Did it go really quickly yes LOL. But for the sake of time, we are all Angie trying to push these two together.

The reviews were in and it was a success — an absolute smashing success. That's what everyone who was someone had to say about the gala after it had concluded. And it was no surprise, considering the transformation that the country estate they rented out for it underwent to become a stunning holiday paradise. 

Everything from the food, and entertainment, to the art pieces that dazzled the wealthy partygoers was perfect. And it was all thanks to the hard work of herself, Lionel, and Angie, who [Y/n] had begun to get on with quite well. 

Without her, they would have been up a creek without a paddle, and things may have truly gone tits up if they didn't have her expertise. So, it was no surprise that [Y/n] couldn't not like the woman. She had helped save Lionel's reputation among his fellow business people, and done much heavy lifting when she had no obligation to do so.  

They, she, and Angie, had even planned to hang out after the wildness of the gala, and she'd never expected to gain a new friend out of this experience. It was nice, and she hoped that Lionel would consider her to be his next curator after she graduated from her program, as it would be fun to have someone like her to work with them. 

Even with that though, there was still this incessant gnawing at her brain that she knew was unreasonable, and it continued to put thoughts of doubt in her head.

Most of that doubt centered around where she stood in Lionel's life, as it felt like things had significantly changed throughout the weeks of working on the gala. Working late nights will have you saying and doing silly things, and there had been one too many lingering touches, one too many 'darlings', and 'loves'. Yet that was it, nothing else and she was unsure what to do about it.

In hindsight, it was quite silly considering she was currently standing with Lionel outside of his cousin's home. Though, it was more of an estate than anything. Both of them were dressed semi-formally under their winter coats for the 30th birthday party of said cousin's girlfriend, and [Y/n] found her arm tucked under Lionel's as they waited for someone to fetch them from the cold.

But hey, the human mind was a fascinating thing when it came to not seeing the obvious.

After knocking on the door, they didn't wait too long before they heard someone from inside calling out that they were coming. Within moments, the door opened and confusion suddenly hit [Y/n]  like a truck as she looked at the person who had come to let them in.

"You made it and you brought [Y/n] too! Oh! I'm absolutely buzzin' now! My new mate and Lionel," Angie cheered not noticing the puzzled look on [Y/n]'s face, as she ushered them in stating it was too cold to keep the door open. Not that she was wrong.

Once she had them in the house, she closed the door behind them and turned to instruct them what to do.

"So coats over here," she pointed to the row of coats that belonged to the other guests that were hung up on the wall. "And also shoes off over here. They have some slippers you can wear in the house," Angie continued going over to a little shoe basket and procuring some house shoes for them, and plopping them in front of the two. "Amiee'll go mad if you track dirt in after all the cleaning they did this week. We're in the conservatory, you know where that's at Lionel."

"I do, me and [Y/n] will join you all after following all the house rules."

"Great!" Giving them a grin, Angie pottered down the hall and into a room before disappearing from their sight and leaving them to sort themselves out. 

"[Y/n]?" Lionel called to the woman who was still dazed and confused at the sudden appearance of Angie who she had no idea would be here.  It was nice to have another friend suddenly show up, but it was also very puzzling because from what she knew, Lionel and she ran in very different circles so this was becoming a bit of a mystery.

"Darling are you there? You're zoning away, " Lionel pointed out as he went behind her, his fingers grazing her shoulders and bringing her back into the present. "Here let me take your coat, as a gentleman should," he purred, causing a shiver to go down her spine that wasn't from the lingering cold outside. 

He must know what he was doing.

"S-sorry a bit in my head that's all," she responded, shaking her head a little trying to clear it of the questions that swirled around. "Here yes of course." Helping him get her coat, she let out a content sigh, happy to be free of the long coat as the home was already warm enough to banish the chilly air that swirled outside.

"Everything alright darling? I see no reason for you to be 'in your head' as you put it." Lionel rumbled as he put their coats up, [Y/n] going to slip her shoes off and replacing the heels with very soft and comfortable slippers. 

Must be high quality. Everything in here seemed that way.

"Uhm…no…well erm…" She tried to find the correct combination of words that didn't make her sound insecure about their relationship. 

A relationship that felt as if it was blurring at this point between boss and employee to friends, to something else maybe. And also, she couldn't help but feel a biiiit jealous at how close he and Angie were. Which was the worst, because she never wanted to be that person. Yet here she was making up scenarios in her head that may or may not even be true. Curse human nature!

"[Y/n] are you sure you're alright?"

"It's nothing I was surprised to see Angie that's all!"

"Surprised?" Lionel responded with slightly widened eyes as he followed her lead and put on the house slippers after slipping off his polished oxfords. "What's there to be surprised about a sister attending her sibling's birthday party?"

Well, that makes a load of sense. But also, what a coincidence. Knowing that somehow made [Y/n] feel better, but also a bit silly as her cheeks warmed from the thoughts that were trying to rule her mind.

"Really! I knew she had a sister, but we had never really talked about it that much considering we were always eyeballs deep in work."

"Yes, matter of fact, it's through her sister that me and Angie became acquainted. Funnily enough, it was at an art exhibition for RCA," he explained. "A winter one at that too," he added as he offered his hand out to [Y/n] who looked at it for a second before hesitantly taking it, enjoying the warmth that came from her hand being engulfed by his larger and warmer hand. 

"Well now that we have that cleared up, I believe we should grace the others with our presence, no?"

When they entered the conservatory, [Y/n] was in awe at the numerous flowers and plants that lined the walls and hung from the ceiling. From snowdrops to camellias, to plants she didn’t know the names of, it truly felt as if they had entered a jungle in the English winter! She didn't have much time to admire though, because almost as soon as they stepped in, they were met with a loud voice calling to them.

"There you both are! We've been waiting almost all evening for you two to get sorted out there, the food's almost gone cold you know?" A bright, yet vexed voice announced as a man who bore similarities, well, almost looked identical to Lionel strolled in front of them. There was a smile on his lips and he radiated a cheery aura that even [Y/n] wasn't immune from as she smiled back. He took the small gesture as permission to continue to yap, ignoring the sigh Lionel let out which made her want to laugh.

"Oh and you brought a friend too how exciting I do love meeting new people, you're [Y/n], yes? I'm Sinclair Bryant, the birthday girl's boyfriend!" He announced thrusting his hand out to shake hers which she did.

"Hello Sinclair! I am indeed [Y/n], Lionel's executive assistant, I've heard a lot about you." She confirmed, at the man who seemed to become even more excited when she introduced herself. 

"Hopefully good things yes?"

"Mostly," she teased causing Sinclair to pout as he turned his gaze towards his cousin who rolled his eyes.

"Oh darling this isn't a work meeting," Lionel huffed as the other two broke their handshake, and she looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "Sinclair knows who you are, we've discussed you."

That was news to her. 

"You talk about me?" [Y/n] asked, the feeling of a pit in her stomach growling with each passing moment of the conversation that made her feel a bit odd.

"Yes of course, we are friends, naturally friends talk about their friends sometimes, yes?"

He wasn't wrong.

"No, I mean yes, I mean I was just surprised that's all. You talking about me, your assistant."

"Whose also a friend, darling come on now don't make me repeat it, you know how much I appreciate your advice in all things."

Their eyes met each other as he spoke, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of shyness as he gave her a smirk. Looking back at Sinclair who stared at them with curiosity after their exchange, he was quick to replace the curious expression with enthusiasm, though his words reflected his curiosity.

"Yes friends… well it's nice to have friends who give good advice and listen," Sinclair agreed, "well if you're Lionel's friend then of course you're my friend as well! That is if you don't mind?"

How very polite to ask her if she minded. And also, how could she say no to someone as friendly as him. She clearly understood now what Lionel had said about him before, comparing him to a Golden Retriever who just wanted to be everyone's friend. It was very accurate.

"Of course I don't mind!"

That seemed to brighten him up even more, and she'd go blind if he got any brighter. Which he did as something behind them caught his eyes and he began to just glow. The grin on his features turned into a smile that was soft, yet stronger than his grin, and both Lionel and [Y/n] noticed and turned around to see what had caught his attention.

When they looked, a petite woman stood behind them, her short hair curled at the ends to frame her face, and she wore a red dress that almost reached her ankles, which accented her form, yet was not too tight. The mandarin collar on the dress was accented with gold trimming and had two golden pankou knots near the bottom of the collar. 

If [Y/n] was a betting woman, she would bet this was the birthday girl and she was almost immediately proven right. 

"Amiee!" Sinclair cheered, as a rush of wind passed by them while he practically ran to the woman, who already had her arms open to hug the man.

The two watched as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and she laughed softly, before they pulled apart, not before he kissed her though. [Y/n] had to keep in the soft 'awww'  she wanted to let out as Amiee looked at Sinclair with a warm smile.

"Clair I was gone for two seconds," she giggled as he planted another kiss on her cheek.

"I know, but it was a long two seconds, and I'm happy you're back because my stomach is grumbling."

"Only happy because you can eat food now?"

"Of course not darling, because we can eat food now," he corrected, gesturing to the both of them.

"Uh huh," her smile turned into a smirk before she turned her attention to Lionel, and [Y/n], and she tilted her head curiously just like Sinclair had done beforehand.

Before Sinclair could do the introductions, and he was ready to as his mouth was halfway open, Lionel stepped up to cut his fast-talking cousin off who frowned.

"Amiee, you look beautiful as always," Lionel greeted, as he leaned down to kiss both of her cheeks, before he turned to [Y/n] to introduce her, "this is my friend [Y/n], I thought it be nice to bring her around, especially with all the help she and your sister put in with the gala."

"Ohhh," the soft noise was more of an 'ah-ha' sound, and [Y/n]'s mind was spinning as Amiee looked at her with a shine in her eyes before she approached. "You alright [Y/n]? I'm Amiee but I'm sure you know that about now," she joked as she looked at the two men behind her, "it's nice to meet you! Angie says you're a pretty mint person and between you and me," she leaned in and pretended to whisper but made it clear she wanted to be heard. "If you're dealing with Lionel every day and he hasn't run you mad yet I agree. Bit of a snob that one."

"Excuse me I'm standing right here," Lionel pointed out a scowl on his lips as Sinclair stood next to him with the opposite expression. 

Amiee turned around; her eyes narrowed but a smirk on her face.

"I know."

"Pfft!" [Y/n] had tried to hold in her laughter, but failed, and the look of betrayal on Lionel's face was something to behold.

"You too [Y/n]?"

"I'm sorry, sorry," she tittered. "He's not a snob I promise," she defended trying to calm her laughter down as Lionel seemed to pout a bit. "He's just a little particular about things. But I just think that means he cares a lot about it you know?"

Giving her a thoughtful look, Amiee nodded at [Y/n], "hmm good point, I'll let him have that. But now that we've decided that," turning to look at the men who had been whispering to each other and pausing when she caught their attention. She announced, "all this introducing has made me hungry. Shall we eat?"

[Y/n] had never seen someone so excited as Sinclair when Amiee said that, and she had to hold back in another laugh.

The dinner was lively, to say the least. A few of Amiee's and Sinclair's friends had come to join and while she had been a bit nervous at first, [Y/n] found herself loosening up after a few drinks and enjoying listening and talking to some of the others. 

Also, the food was fantastic, which was unsurprising, as she learned quickly that the celebrating couple were very food-motivated. After the main course was cake, which had thirty candles on it, and Sinclair had tried to coax Amiee into blowing them out one by one. Which she did, until he turned around to chat, and she’d blown them out at once because she wanted to eat the cake that night. And also, not catch the place on fire. 

They chatted for a while, and during the middle of it, Lionel excused himself saying he needed to phone the office about something. When she asked if it was something she could help him with, he politely declined telling her to enjoy the party and that he be back shortly. Shortly was not short at all and during that time, Angie had also excused herself saying that she was going to check something on her sister's behalf. 

Of course, [Y/n]'s mind tried to spiral as the two left no matter how much she wanted it to not do that. Maybe some fresh air or something would help, or just a quick moment by herself. God, she wished her brain would calm down. 

"Sorry Amiee," [Y/n] said, capturing the woman's attention that had been on her cake. "Do you mind if I use your toilet?" 

"Of course, just take your first left out of here down the hall and it's the first room on the right." The woman instructed before she put a piece of cake in her mouth.

"Thank you."

"Mhmm!"

Escaping the room and following what she had been told, [Y/n] found herself moments later staring at herself in a very fancy mirror as she tried to calm herself.

"[Y/n] you are making something out of nothing, please for the love of everything can you be normal," she hissed to herself. "Just because they left the room at the same time doesn't mean anything. And if it does, what does it matter? You two aren't dating. And it's Lionel we're talking about, you know how he is, so stop being daft, please. Ugh."

The swirling negativity in her soul continued to rage though, and she let out a defeated sigh at how unreasonable her brain was being. She liked Lionel, well more than liked him, loved him really. Who couldn't once they got to know him, he was a good person. A bit abrasive on the outside, but if he liked you and was keen to let you in, it was like a whole new person. Well kinda. 

Letting out a sigh, she shook her head, turning on the faucet and splashing her face with some cold water to try and cool her face down as it had gotten warm with all the spiraling. Once she deemed she was okay, she took a breath, and promised herself that she would get through the night without any more of whatever that was.

"[Y/n]?" 

She wasn't expecting her name to be called as soon as she stepped out but it was and she turned around to find the source.

"Angie?"

From how she was facing, it looked like she was heading back to the party and had just passed the door.

"You alright love?"

"Y-yeah…I'm okay." With the way her voice cracked, and the concerned look that appeared on her friend's face, she knew that the woman didn't buy that.

"Not with your voice doing whatever that was," Angie pointed out, turning to go stand next to [Y/n] who tried to hold in the wave of sadness that was trying to wash over her. "You sure everything's alright. I wasn't gonna say anything, but you seemed a bit blue when Lionel left the room. Didn't have a row with him did you?" 

"No no! Nothing like that it's just…" Her words trailed off, and she was unsure if she should ask what she was thinking. But wouldn't it be better that way? Get the answer and instead of spiraling because of the unknown could at least know? 

"Angie can I ask you something?"

"Uhm sure."

She took a breath before looking at the woman and steeling herself for the answer, whatever that may be. 

"Do you uhm…do you like Lionel?"

"Huh?"

She really didn't know how else to put it.

"Like do you like him."

Cogwheels turned in Angie's head, and [Y/n] watched. as the woman furrowed her brow as if trying to think of an answer, but in this case she was more thinking about what had been asked. And then it hit.

"Do I- do I like- oh my god [Y/n] do you think I wanna shag Lionel?! HA!" 

Now that wasn't the reaction she was expecting.

"Oh god no! I know you have a crush on him," Angie pointed out before the other woman could protest she'd cut her off quickly. "Don't deny it, you stare at him a lot. But sorry he's a bit of a cad and not my type. Also, he looks way too much like Sinclair and I can't even imagine dating someone who looks like my sister's boyfriend. It's just ew makes my skin crawl."

"But you guys seem to get on so well! I just thought…"

Well, she sure did feel silly now and her cheeks were a bit hot from embarrassment but hey, at least she had an answer, right?

"Taking the piss out of him is the only thing I'm interested in doing to Lionel," she paused before thoughtfully adding, "and I guess working with him he knows his stuff. But, since we are here," a mischievous look washed over the woman’s face and [Y/n] could feel what was coming. "You asking me this must mean the crush isn't a just crush anymore, right?" 

No use in trying to hide it at this point. Who would have thought she would be admitting her crush on someone in the middle of someone else’s birthday party? Life sure was funny.

"Y-yeah, I just…I'm really sorry and I feel like a twat for asking and even thinking it was my business to know how you felt about him," she apologized, truly feeling upset at herself about the whole thing just because she couldn't handle her emotions. "It's just these past months I feel like I've been getting closer to him but it feels like we're dancing around something and I would like more. Well I think I would like more. But I don't even know how to bring it up with him because he's my boss and Lionel Shabandar of all people! How do you confess to someone like him that all the 'darlings', the touches that last too long to be friendly, the flirting and such drive you mad and you want to know if he likes you as much as you do or if he's just having you on?"

Her voice cracked at the end of her heartfelt confession, and she did her best to keep the tears at bay as her heart found its way into her throat. She truly wished he did feel the same way about her and maybe he did, but the rejection would kill her if he didn’t. It wouldn’t really, but she didn't think she could stay at her job if he did because it would be too damn awkward.

"Well." The rumbling of a familiar voice behind them had both women jumping out of their skin as they whipped around to find the man they were discussing. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and he wore a serious expression on his features. "For one I would never lead you on like that [Y/n]. I'm not that cruel of a man. To hurt someone I respect and love that way."

Love. Love? Did she hear that right?

"L-love?"

"Oh…Well, I think this is my cue to leave," Angie whispered with a grin, giving [Y/n] a quick hug and a, “good luck." Before she hightailed it out of the hallway. 

As soon as she was out of sight, Lionel stalked up to [Y/n] who stood in place, still in shock from his sudden appearance and confession. She didn't hear that correctly, did she? 

Certainly not.

"Yes, [Y/n] love," he affirmed, clearing any doubt that she had in her mind. "The touches, the words," he murmured, his hand trailing up her arms, as he spoke, causing her to feel weak under his touch, "the late nights that you work where I want to send you home but enjoy you being with me, all of it darling. Love. Have I made it clear now?"

Blinking at him, and just staring at him silently for a moment as her brain processed everything he said, she nodded slowly. The pit in her stomach turning into something warm, and her heart no longer in her throat but beating wildly in her chest. 

He loved her. Lionel Shabandar loved her. And she had to do everything to keep from crying with joy. 

"I…I love you too," she squeaked out as she felt his hands find her waist, holding her firmly as he narrowed the space between them. Him hovering over her, staring at her with hazel eyes that twinkled even in the dim hallway light.

"Now, that we have cleared that up," he purred lowly, lowering his face so that his lips brushed against hers. A warm tingle filling them. "May I kiss you because I've so been wanting to that for month's now." 

"Yes, please."

And so he did.

[mistfallengw2]

A (GW2) human ask game has appeared! 👤

1. Where were they born? Did they like the place? Did they move at some point?

2. What's their family like? Are they still around? Do they like them and get along?

3. Of what descent are they? Does all of their family come from the same region or are they mixed? Does it influence them much?

4. Do they have any particularly (in)famous or historically relevant ancestors? Does it matter to them?

5. Which god do they revere/were they blessed by? Are they particularly religious? Does that impact their daily life?

6. How did they take Balthazar's betrayal? Did it change how they feel towards the other Gods?

7. What's their opinion on the Queen, the Ministers and the White Mantle? [alt for Elonians: Joko and the Sunspears. alt for Canthan: the Empress and the Purists]

8. Have they ever had to deal with bandits, pirates or other criminals? Has any of their family and friends (that they know of) been involved?

9. How do they feel about charr and the treaty? And about the attempts to stifle it?

10. Do they find themselves at home in human society or do they prefer to live outside of it? Would they change anything about it?

11. What was their first experience with other races? Did it impact them or forge particular sympathies or antipathies? Did they have any bias beforehand?

12. Do they have a job/occupation? Did they ever change it? Are they happy with it?

13. [Free space for 3 pieces of trivia about your human!]