#also this isn't exactly beautiful drunkards

[chishigure]

Since saniwas and toudans are drunk on my dash, I give y'all beautiful drunkards

[sun-snatcher]

could you write "i know i'm a monster, but you treat me like a man." from your prompts with shay cormac/f! reader? I discovered your profile recently and been loving your writing🫶🏻

( all credits to @bankaizen for this delicious gifset! )

✠ | of monsters & men ; shay cormac

summ. Your secret is revealed. The Captain of the Morrigan doesn't seem to mind. w.count. 2k. a/n.  f!reader , but reader is pretending to be a man , james kidd who? , slow-burn , mutual pining , friends-to-lovers , just reader & Shay being love-struck idiots . (I also understand that traditional sloop-of-war’s much like the Morrigan wouldn’t’ve had a crow’s nest due to her size, but for the sake of the fic, allow me to wave a magic wand over canon!)

       ST. ANTHONY’S RECEIVES the Morrigan with loving arms. 

With the ship lain to, and half the crew offboard, the Northern squalls billowing downwind into the dank, creaky port does little to stifle the riots of songs livening taverns and inns. All this, yet—

“Birdie!” calls a voice, floating high somewhere by where the topsails have been furled secure. “Haven’t frozen y’toes off there, have you, lad? Be a shame if I lost the finest Navigator the seas have yet to offer.”

Sitting slouched in the crow’s nest, you let out a snort. “Aye, lost ‘em all to scurvy just yesterday, I fear,” you lament, voice timbre. "Go away!"

Shay’s delighted laugh fills the air—

And you quickly tamp down that flutter you feel in your chest before it could get too treacherous.

“Also,” you note, once he hauls himself from the mainmast and lands with a perfect perch at the nest’s guardrails, “I’m the finest Navigator the seas will ever offer you, Captain, thank you very much.”

“Aye, that y’are. Dare I say the finest Mariner there is—”

“Oh-ho?”

“—right after me, ofcourse—”

“Little Irish bastard,” you scowl, failing miserably at hiding your grin, and swatting childishly at him when he scoots to settle into a comfortable seat next to you. “So. St. Anthony’s women not t’your fancy? What’re you doing all the way up here, Captain?”

“Funny that. Was going to ask y’the same thing after I saw y'run off. An’ Christ, call me Shay. I’m beginning to forget my name after all these months sailin’.” 

“Well, I was drawing, Captain,” you deflect, easily. Better than confessing you don’t want to be stuck in a stuffy room brushing shoulders with rowdy drunkards, and feeling your own heart bleed out watching pretty ladies bat their lashes and sidle up freely next to Shay.

Your answer is hardly a lie, anyway. The only reason the crew had taken to calling you Birdie in the first place is because you bide your time up in the nest scratching away in your papers (or dozing off one too many times, as Gist so likes to point out). That, and the fact it proves easier with your slightly build to pull your weight in the lines or riggings up above.

“Rum?” he offers, and sets it by you. It feels alot like a peace offering, even if it's unintentional.

Shay’s gaze falls on your tattered, leatherbound journal. A curious trinket; he’s never seen you an arm’s length from it, nor the pencil you keep tucked on your ear. He’s seen you sketching away into its water-logged pages more oft than not, cheeks stained with graphite and a furrow between your brows. “S’that your woman, birdie?” he says, glimpsing the unfinished markings of a face. “Now I see why you're not tasting the local cuisine. She’s a beauty.”

You can't help but break into a knowing, private smile. “Aye… Something like that.”

"How mysterious."

"She's my sister," you lie, if only to chase him off your scent.

"Oh? Well, does she have a man?"

"Fuck off," you bite, though without heat. The chance compliment settles nicely in your cheeks. "She’ll only be a trouble t’you. She's not your type, anyway, Shay.“

"Isn't she?" he hums cannily, but doesn’t broach the topic further. He’d never dared to ask to look in the book— isn’t exactly his business, after all— but you shrug and trade it for his drink. “Y’sure, birdie? I don't pry.”

“Go on, then, 'fore I change my mind.” There isn’t anything damning written about you in there; You know better than to risk that.

“So?” you take a swig, just as Shay begins parsing hrough the pages. "What is it? Surely you didn't climb up here t'keep warm. Come t'bother me?"

“Is it a crime for a Captain to want to spend time alone with his good friend?” he muses, distracted by the drawings— nay, Masterpieces, these are masterpieces, birdie. Y’ve a future in this, y’know?— of intricate horizons, coasts, constellations and isles on the weathered pages. 

Shay recognises them all: Asian archipelagos and spits of the lesser Antilles or the Caribbean reefs you’ve both voyaged to, dated and signed; alongside notes of headings and longitudes penciled under stipplings of navigational celestials like the North Star, the Dipper. 

“If the Captain is you, Shay,” you answer, “Then any man with sense.”

“Oh, I mean the Morrigan, birdie,” he teases, only to earn a sharp smack at his knee. 

“Ha-ha. I reckon all your good friends are women, aye?”

“So it seems,” he agrees absent-mindedly, and you wonder if the sideways glance at you had been your imagination.

Shay turns to the still-lifes. Breaching humpback whales and dolphin pods arcing over whitecaps; a bird’s-eye-perspective of the crew on a sunny day aboard the Morrigan, and countless, bustling ports across the world you’ve visited. There are portraits of the crew too: of deckhands, gunners, or of Gist, and even a stern profile of Haytham Kenway looking portside in the distance. 

And in-between it all—

Him. Captain Shay Cormac. Immortalised in blink-and-you-miss-it moments: manning the steer while holding conversation, or perched at the bow afore the setting sun, or peering through his spyglass from the sail riggings. “I ought to commission’ you. These are bloody incredible.” He traces a finger over one of the more detailed portraits of him, looking serene despite the menacing scar splitting his face. “Y’ve done me a justice, lass.”

You choke on the rum.

“—Aye,” you cough, willfully ignoring his mistake. Or had you misheard? “Perhaps, ah, one day.”

(Regardless. He couldn’t possibly know, surely. You’ve been careful for this long.) 

You clear your throat. Shake your head. “You haven’t properly answered my question, Captain.” 

“Right,” he relents, and closed the journal before handing it back to you. “I was just curious—”

You steel yourself for the worst.

“—why’ve y’stuck around for so long?”

Oh. “You mean, aboard the Morrigan? With you?”

“Aye,” he nods, levelling your curious, critical look. “I’m sure y’ve heard rumors an’ chatter about me, birdie. Isn’t hard t’miss. Master Kenway, Gist, an’ I’s line’a work, that is. I’m here to confess it isn’t all hearsay, that what I do isn’t a pretty thing.”

“Didn’t fancy you the type t'care about what other people think, Shay.” No one needs to earwig that to know it’s true. It’s quite known that Captain Cormac is an unflappable creature who’s earned his place in the world both on and off-land, to toe the thin line between confidence and arrogance wherever he goes. Though you suppose he’s just a man, at the end of the day, if he’s this consumed over a little mud-slinging to his reputation. 

“I don’t,” he agrees, truthfully. “But I do care what you think.”

Something soft curls in your heart. Damn you, Shay Cormac, you curse. You handsome, quick-witted—

“I know it isn’t pretty. And fortunately for you, I’m no priest, and we’re not in a confessional, so,” you sniff. “Doesn’t change a damn thing.”

He huffs out a polite laugh. “Well said.”

“Listen,” you sigh, more serious now. “Other men may have come and gone with the tide, but I’ve voyaged with you the longest because I wanted t'stay, Captain.”

“Exactly. You’ve seen what I can do. I know I’m a monster, birdie, but y’treat me like a man, an’ noble men don’t— do what I do.”

Ah. So there’s the root to all of this banter, then. A crisis in faith, somewhere. “Shay,” you narrow. “I’ve never met someone who’s a stout heart as you; Kept every word like bond, and never traded honour for prestige. Now, most monsters are men, and it’s all the same to the likes of me—”

(To the likes of me, Shay catches the slip.)

“—but I think you need to ask yourself: do you kill without cause?”

“No,” he says, affronted. “I fight for the people.”

“Then you’re twice the noblest man any could ever dream to be.”

A beat. 

Shay drops his head back to the mast with a glittering look in his eyes you can only describe as fond. (Perhaps, if you dared to indulge, affectionate—) “You’re a bloody gem, birdie, y’know that?”

The cuff of his sleeves brush against your pinky, and you can feel the toe of his boot against your own. You try not to focus on either of it, try not to focus on the proximity. “Aye, most women call me a diamond in the rough.”

He doesn’t laugh and take the bait this time, much to your surprise. “My Da once told me, birdie: It’s not enough to give people what they need to survive, you need to give them what they need to live.”

“Aye,” you nod, after a subdued moment. “I’ve stayed because you’ve given me that, Shay: purpose. Sailing the seas on the Morrigan is the freest I’ve ever been.”

“Y’ought to sail with your true self, birdie.”

You seize. Feel your blood run ice cold. “My… truest self is by your side.”

“Is it?”

“Isn’t it?” you bristle, and you are cutting now, Shay can see, because you’re frightened. “Captain, how much have you had to drink—?”

“I’d make a poor Irishman if half a bottle’a rum is all it takes to end me. Now take it easy, lass—”

You scowl, and move to sit up. “I’m not a—”

“It isn’t a fret to me at all, birdie,” he says, firmly, the back of his hand nudging your shoulders to lean back. “At ease. I’ve known you’re a woman for ages, now.”

This time you can’t school the look on your face.

“How long’ve you known?” you swallow, after you gathered your wits.

Shay cocks his head in thought. The confirmation now only pieces together what he’d always had a sneaking suspicion of, sensed even beyond his own second sight. Your gear, your mild stature, your peculiar mannerisms; nimble-handed at the riggings, fleet-footed in every brawl. But, if he’s to put a time on it—

“Singapore. When y’knocked that Portuguese sap’s teeth right out his head an’ put the heart crossways in him after he fretted the poor barmaid. Looked right personal t’you. I gathered then.”

A pause. Careful calculation. You’re trying to piece your reality back now that it's been shattered: the moonlit hush, the whistle of the winds, the lap of the tide against the Morrigan. Finally:

“Pretty sure he was Peranakan,” you correct, uselessly. Your hackles aren’t raised anymore. Shay would’ve acknowledged the look of defeat in your eyes had he not been so captivated by hearing your voice— real voice— for the first time.

(It’s gentle. Beautiful. If he’d been any more loose-lipped he might’ve pleaded you sing for him.)

“Captain, Singapore was… a long time ago.” It’s a loaded sentence, and had he not known you well enough he might’ve missed it: Why didn't you say anything?

“Aye. Like y’said earlier,” he waves, dismissively, “Doesn’t change a damn thing. Only, what’s your real name, lass?” 

You tell him. It’s been unspoken for so long, that for a moment it sounds near foreign to your own ears when he rolls the syllables back to you in his accented tongue. “Lovely name. I’m guessin’ the woman in your journal is you, aye?”

“To be a dame in a boatful of men is a death sentence, Shay,” you laugh, distant. It isn’t pleasant. “Ill omen to have a woman onboard, you know? Or so they say.”

He knows what you really mean.

“An’ yet here we are, after all these years, alive an’ well,” he challenges, raising his and your shared rum to the pale moon. “Besides, y’know I make my own luck, lass. So don’t think of leavin’ the Morrigan now, aye? Would be a right shame if I lost a sailor fierce as you.”

Another stumble in your heart. You bite your tongue. Shay’s trying to get a laugh out of you, you realise. To lift your spirit.

“Your secret’s safe with me, birdie. The Morrigan doesn’t discriminate, an’ you’ve earned your place on this ship a long time ago. Tell y’what, if anyone lays a hand on my finest Navigator, y’have my word to unman them yourself.”

That does it. Now you do laugh. Bell-like. Bright and sunny and warm—

And it knocks the wind right out of his lungs.

Aye, you'll be trouble indeed, birdie.

[jillsdoll]

--Summary-- You meet your Professor at a bar and it goes better than you expected.

NSFW Content, Oral Sex (F recieving), Vaginal Sex, Age difference! (I imagined Death Island Leon for this), Teacher!Leon x Student!Reader, dilfs with big boobies, Bad wording (English isn't my first language), and cringe. like big cringe. Also, this is my first fanfic, and I'm just transferring it from AO3 to Tumblr. I didn't do a rework sadly, but I hope it's not too bad-

You had always been a good student. You got along with everyone, even your teachers. Nobody could hate you, you were always cheerful, happy and nice to everyone.

But there was one single person that somehow hated your guts, and you never knew why.

Your history professor, Mr. Kennedy.

You didn't know why, but he liked everyone else in his classroom, except you.

Snarky remarks about your work were a daily occurrence by now, and to be fair, it did make you feel very upset. He just seemed so unbelievably mad at you, and for what?

Leon was a grumpy guy in his 40’s, and you were just a college student. You always paid attention in his classes, and you would always raise your hand at any given opportunity to solve a problem he had given, but everyone else got A’s and B’s while you got a D-.

It really sucked since it managed to lower your grade average by a lot. This guy really made you mad. You were a good student, and you had never done anything remotely wrong to him! So why was he being such an asshole towards you?

———————————♡———————————

Even if you were popular, you barely had any friends. And that was what brought you to this bar, all alone in a pretty dress, dolled up and wearing heels with a bit of makeup highlighting your features. To be honest, you were really lonely, and it had been a while since you had had the time to go out due to the stress of your exams.

But now? You had all the time in the world, and you could treat yourself for once. Well, the cheap bar down the street wasn’t exactly the best place to celebrate, but at least nobody you knew could see you get drunk with a few middle aged men, probably in their 40’s trying to get in your pants by buying you drinks.

Of course, you had always been a good girl, never believing in one-night stands and being a mere cocktease for those men, but hey! At least you get free drinks out of it!

Whenever you entered the bar in your short, beautiful cocktail dress, everyone’s eyes were immediately focused on you. You felt so… validated receiving this kind of attention from men (Even if they were just drunkards trying to fuck a young college girl ‘cause she’s got nice tits).

Most of them watched from a distance, including someone you would rather not have watching you right now. A few of them approached you at the bar, subtly stealing glances at your body, which was hugged tightly by the short dress. They’d buy you a drink, laugh with you, and stare as you danced the night away. You were having so much fun, and nothing could spoil that for you right now.

Well, that was until he approached you.

While you were dancing around with your strawberry mojito in hand, you could feel two rough hands slide up your waist. It made you flinch a bit as you could feel the person’s fingers squeeze your waist before sliding further down to your hips. You could hear a low chuckle from behind you.

„And I thought that little miss A+ Student would be at home studying with her parents. You do this all the time?“ You could hear a deep baritone voice rumbling behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. You knew exactly who this voice belonged to.

Leon fucking Kennedy, your history teacher.

Out of all people it just had to be him.

„Mister Kennedy, Sir- I can explain all this, I swear.“ You spoke, voice wavering a bit. This man could ruin your reputation alright. The worst thing was, you hadn’t even slept with anyone, but knowing the size of the stick up his ass, he would probably tell everyone you fuck middle aged men for drinks and money at a bar no one knew.

Fuck, you had to think. Fast.

„Mhm, you know I could ruin that reputation of yours within days now, darling. All it takes is a single rumor to ruin your entire reputation and future career.“ He whispered into your ear. You could hear the smugness on his face right now. Oh, how much you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. But this man had power over you. He could ruin your reputation and make you fail your class, or even worse, get you expelled. Fuck, what were you going to do?

„What do you want from me?“ You asked softly, voice shaky and hesitant as you did not dare to look at him. You bit your lower lip anxiously, your teeth stained by your dark pink lipstick. But that was the least thing you had to worry about right now.

„Who said I wanted something from you, Miss?“ He replied, a low chuckle following once more. He was pissing you off. Man, this guy didn’t have a stick up his ass, it was a whole tree trunk.

You looked down at yourself, noticing the way his hands were caressing your waist. And Jesus fucking Christ, why did it feel so good? It wasn't supposed to. You repeated yourself once more, „What the fuck do you want from me?“

Your voice was shaky and you were at the verge of tears, thinking your hard-earned respect would go down the drain because of this asshole of a man. You were just having fun, dancing the night away and partying like every other college girl your age. But you had expectations to uphold.

„Just please, don’t tell anyone.. Please, sir.“ You begged your professor, voice at the verge of cracking as tears welled up in your eyes. You were desperate. Really desperate. And to be honest, Leon thought you sounded crazy hot begging him like that. How would you sound like begging for something else instead- Was he really just getting turned on by his student begging him not to tell on her?

He needs to get his mind out of the gutter. This was his student, for fuck’s sake. Plus, she was barely 18, not even allowed to drink alcohol. He should be telling on her instead of letting his hands slide across her body.

…fuck.

He was getting hard.

Just like that, he removed his hands from your body, and to you it felt so.. weird somehow. Like you wanted him to touch you more-

Stop right there. This man could be your father judging from his age.

Weeeell, he actually doesn’t even look that old. And goddamn, that shirt- it hugged his rather fit physique perfectly.

Wait, what were you thinking? There’s no way you would ever bang your professor (Even if he was very attractive and looked like he worked out a lot).

Silence filled the room after he removed his hands from your body, desperately trying to hide the obvious tent in his pants. His cheeks were tinted pink as he avoided your gaze, trying to stare at anything except you. Well, you were shamelessly checking him out.

A shame that he was your professor. One with a huge stick up his ass, too.

You have so tried to get in his pants.

Clearing your throat, you finally spoke up, breaking the long, awkward silence. „Look- Just please don’t say anything- I like coming here, and I don’t want you to ruin it for me just because you hate my fucking guts okay?“

Leon stared at you in silence, before gesturing at a table. Just then you realized.

Everybody was staring at you both. The music was suddenly really quiet. And that is when you took his hand as quickly as possible and led him to the table, sitting him down before taking your seat across the table.

„F’me, man.. never thought I’d come to see the day. You? Sitting in a bar, dancing the night away with some ugly guys in their 40’s just cause they buy you drinks? And I thought you were one of those good girls that always study so hard for every single test and exam... If I knew about all of this beforehand, I would've given you a better grade than a D-. That would’ve been if you had let me take you out on a date first, that is.“ He flirted, like it was second nature. You looked down, hands balling into fists at his statement.

„Listen, I’m not just some cheap whore- I don’t do one night stands, okay? In fact, I’ve never even had sex before and-“ you started yapping like a mad Chihuahua, before realizing what you just said.

Oh fuck.

You did not just tell him that, did you?

Leon’s eyebrows were raised in surprise before that smug smirk crept back on his lips.

„Oh? So you’re a virgin, I see.“ He chuckled to himself, causing you extreme embarrassment. To be fair, you were getting pissed. He was laughing at you just because you hadn’t had sex yet? How pathetic was that?

„Yeah, you probably can’t relate though. Have you ever seen yourself in that shirt? It screams 'Take me home with you‘! You– you probably have sex like 5 times a week!“ You continued yapping, making him laugh even more.

„Listen here - my sex life is none of your business, little girl. Why do you care so much about what I’m wearing? Were you checking me out, perhaps?“ He flirted effortlessly, not really helping with the redness of your face. You wanted to say something- a snarky remark, but you just couldn’t speak. You stuttered a bit, frantically trying to form a sentence inside your head, but nothing worked.

Leon, being the smug bastard he is, simply laughed at your inability to speak. „Fuck, you actually did? I never pegged you to be into older men, you know. So like, did your dad leave to get some milk and cigs?“

He clearly thought you had daddy issues or some shit like that.

„My dad is at home! I don’t fucking have daddy issues- why do you care so much, anyway? My family issues are none of your concern!�� you bit back at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

„...So I was right, you have some family issues.“ He replied, clicking his tongue as he shook his head at you.

„Hah, bet you even secretly have a daddy kink or something like that. Hey, I’m not kink shaming though, I like that.“ He spoke so casually, like he was talking about the weather.

You groaned, holding your head. „Your bullshit is giving me headaches. You’re so fucking nosy- and I would never call anyone that! Gosh, that would be so weird-“

Your remark didn’t faze him in the slightest, and you could soon feel a hand on your lower thigh. Your posture quickly straightened as you sucked in a breath, clearly surprised at the older man’s touch. But the thing was…

You didn’t hate it. Fuck, you’d go as far as to say you liked the way his warm hands felt on your body.

„You know you can confide in me, Sweetheart. C’mon, I won’t judge. You like being daddy’s good girl, right?“ He teased you, that same fucking smirk still on his lips. You hated that you actually got off on how he was talking to you. It didn’t help that his hands slowly crept up higher and higher and higher…

„A shame. You got a nice body, and a bright little head. And you’re putting all of it to waste. Fuck, if I was your age, I probably would’ve fucked you so hard, you wouldn’t even be able to sit, or even stand anymore-“ he remarked, as if he had no shame at all. Yeah, he probably just had too much to drink, right? He wasn’t being serious about what he said.

Then again, alcohol made you more honest. Did he really feel that way about you?

You had to try.

„If I offered you to do so, would you… take my virginity?“ You asked hesitantly, lips pursed together as you leaned over, giving him a heavenly view of your tits.

And that was apparently the only thing needed for him to finally snap.

He leaned forward, staring at you with his blue, piercing eyes as he scanned your body.

„You want me to fuck you?“ he whispered, and you could smell the bourbon on his breath. It wasn’t too unpleasant, if you were being honest.

You merely nodded when Leon scoffed and spoke in a lower voice, „You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, right? Yeah, I’m too old for you, even if you got daddy issues, I couldn’t just- you know, have sex with my student. How desperate even are you, offering yourself to a guy that could easily be your dad judging from the age?“ Leon spoke firmly, and you could see the way his cheeks went red.

„No you couldn’t, my dad is three years older than you.“ You remarked, the smug smirk on your face for a change. You were enjoying teasing him like this.

„Even so, I’m too old for you, sweetheart. And plus, you don’t mean that. You’re just a bit tipsy, and you don’t mean what you're saying. I’m sorry, darling.“ He laughed gently, his hand on your thigh squeezing lightly. You saw him bite his lip with a guilty look in his eyes, before you finally leaned in, your lips hovering over his.

„...Fuck, you’re such a Minx, you know that?“ He whispered against your lips, before closing the space between the both of you.

Damn, that actually felt kind of nice.

His free hand cupped your cheek affectionately while the other continued it’s dangerous shenanigans under the table, rubbing and squeezing the fat of your thighs.

„You really, really want me to take you home with me?“ He whispered into the kiss, messily licking into your mouth as soon as you opened it for him. You had seen enough romance movies to know that that was probably the best way to set the mood.

For a few minutes, you actually completely forgot that the both of you were actually still in the bar, having multiple men staring at the both of you.

But of course, you knew you two couldn’t do this here.

So you quickly pushed Leon away, effectively stopping him .

„Not in public. That’s weird, I don’t wanna have old men jerking off to me later.“ You started, frowning at Leon who simply laughed.

„Well, I’ll have you know that I will definitely be doing that later, you know.“ Leon shamelessly admitted, before his hand left your cheek to sit on top of yours.

„Are you really sure about this? There’s no backing out once we get out of here, y’know. I can't hold back after that.“ He whispered to you, and you could swear you saw a dangerous glint in his eyes.

„‘M really really sure, Sir, don’t worry about that, yeah?“ You flirted, a smile forming on your lips.

„Oh you naughty little-“ he rasped, before removing his hand from your thigh and taking out his wallet to slam money on the table for his drinks.

He gripped your hand tightly right after, dragging you outside of the bar really quickly, before taking you to his car. A BMW E36. He had good taste, you gave him that.

His hand was placed on your thigh for most of the ride, until you pulled into the parking lot of one of the most expensive hotels you had seen. Your jaw dropped in shock as you stared at him in genuine disbelief.

„What? First time? Oh yeah, forgot you’re a virgin.“ He teased you, before getting out of the car to open your door for you and pull you out of the seat. Just how fucking rich was Leon?

„Didn’t know you make that much money to be able to afford.. this.“ You muttered, utterly shocked as he led you inside. He quickly got the both of you checked in, and mere minutes later, you found yourself in the bathroom of the hotel room, looking into the mirror to see if your makeup was still intact. Well, luckily it was.

Well, that wasn't gonna last though.

As soon as you opened the door of the bathroom, you saw Leon sitting on the bed, in his slutty compression shirt which didn’t do a good job at hiding any of his muscles or his tits. You could swear they were bigger than yours.

„Okay, I’ll ask one more time. Do you really, really, really want this?“ Leon rasped at you, his gaze lingering over your body. You sighed softly, letting yourself fall back onto the bed as you looked at the ceiling.

„I wouldn’t be here if I was a pussy. Plus- maybe this could help me with my grade in history?“ You laughed softly, a genuine laugh. Leon's heart skipped a beat. Hearing you laugh was the most heartwarming thing he heard in a while.

He quickly turned before crawling on top of you fairly quickly, taking your hands in his. Fuck, you felt so small under him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t soaked already. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, before traveling down, trailing kisses along your jaw, down to your collarbone, until he reached your dress.

Right, that was supposed to come off.

„Take it off.“ Leon commanded, before going back to lazily kissing your neck, maybe biting down once in a while and sucking a bit too much, maybe creating a hickey or two (or 7).

Your hands reached for the zipper of your dress, and it wasn’t easy due to the fact you were literally on your back and Leon wasn’t making it better, covering the soft flesh of your neck in countless hickeys and love bites. As soon as you managed to pull the zipper down, you felt Leon’s rough hands trying to gently slip the tight dress off you, without breaking it on accident. You arched your back awkwardly as he removed the dress from your body.

Today was a great day to be wearing black lingerie.

„Funny how you say you haven’t banged anyone and you’re wearing that. Were you expecting to get laid today or what?“ Leon asked, his kisses traveling downwards until they reached your bra. His hands easily cupped your tits, before disappearing behind you, unclasping your bra with ease.

The poor article of clothing was quickly tossed away without a care in the world, before Leon’s thumbs slowly grazed over the hard peaks. He chuckled to himself, one of his hands sliding down further to explore your southern regions. He quickly followed after his hand, his face now directly infront of your pussy.

This was embarrassing, but you were rather surprised when you felt his finger poking at your underwear.

„You’re fucking soaked, baby. I could just slip my dick right in, and you’d probably be able to take it without much of a struggle.“ Leon commented, chuckling in between your legs. You merely gulped as soon as you felt his fingers hook around the edges of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them just like the rest of your clothes.

„Jesus fucking Christ, your pussy’s glistening. Are you really that desperate to get fucked by an old man like me?“ He mocked, before gripping your thighs tightly. You were about to say something when you felt him lick a stripe up your slit. You choked on a moan as you looked at him, eyes widened. He looked so relaxed, lazily licking another stripe up your cunt, making you let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. You covered your mouth rather quickly, embarrassment burning on your face as you apologized.

„Fuck, 'm so sorry-“ You apologized, noticing the way he looked at you in confusion. „The fuck are you apologizing for? Jesus, you sound so fucking divine.“ Leon stated, before getting back between your legs, but this time his tongue dipped straight into your poor, glistening pussy, his nose gently bumping against your clit. His tongue was inside you, and you could feel it. Your eyes were wet with tears and your head was thrown back, a loud, involuntary moan leaving your mouth.

Your hands were instinctively placed on his head, gripping his hair tightly as he ate you out on the expensive white sheets of this bed. Leon's hips desperately rutted against the bed, trying his best to get a bit of friction as his dick was painfully hard. The way you gripped his hair didn’t help either, or the fact that you were squeezing his head in between your thighs.

And fuck, your moans were so perfect. You sounded like a fucking porn star, moaning for him like that.

Tears were starting to spill from your eyes as you were clearly not used to any of this stuff.

But Leon was gonna teach you everything you needed to know.

That being said, it didn’t take that long for you to tighten around his tongue and cum all over his face and the expensive silk sheets of the bed.

You were panting really hard as you looked down at Leon, seeing his face covered in your juices.

Fuck, it was like a scene right out of a porno. The way the slick glistened on his lower lip and jaw-

You were too overwhelmed to realize that he came closer, before kissing you messily. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

„‘Kay- fuck I need to be inside you so bad.“ He whined, quickly unbuckling his belt and removing his pants while you tried your best at removing his shirt. You took a bit longer than you hoped, eventually giving up and tearing the shirt off him anyway.

To your surprise, Leon didn’t give a single shit and proceeded to remove his boxers.

…Oh, you were in for a wild night.

„Jesus fuck- That’s never gonna fit-“ You exclaimed, clearly more than just intimidated by his size. Leon just chuckled darkly, staring at you with that dark, malicious glint in his eyes.

„I’ll make it fit.“ He rasped, aligning his tip with your glistening entrance. Leon held onto your hips with one hand, the other trying to help you take him inside.

„Fuck, you’re slippery, can barely slide inside.“ Leon groaned softly, before finally managing to get the head of his dick inside. He bit his lip, already feeling how your walls hugged him tightly.

He gradually pushed more of himself inside, slowly, his ears focused on the noises you were making. You squirmed around a bit before he sighed and handed you one of the fancy pillows on the bed.

„Bite down on it if it hurts.“ He ordered, pulling out just a bit to slide himself deeper inside you, making your eyes roll back. He wasn’t even fully inside yet. Leon could soon feel the small wall of resistance, which he quickly surpassed with a single, hard thrust.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you let out a loud moan. He was now fully buried inside you. Leon was panting against your collarbone while waiting for you to adjust to his size, which was easier said than done.

„O-okay- fuck… you might bleed a little after this, but don’t be scared love, that’s normal-“ Leon whispered into your neck before looking up at you. You looked so fucked out. It took everything and more for him to not just finish inside your tight little pussy right away.

He waited for a few more seconds before gently pulling out and thrusting back inside you, watching the way your mouth stood agape and how your nails dug into the pillow you were holding. It normally took Leon a while to finish, but with you? He could fucking cum on the spot with the way you looked at him.

Tears welled up in your eyes once he starts with a slow yet hard pace. Fuck, he was so big- how was anyone supposed to be able to take him like that? His tip repeatedly hit your cervix, making you bite down onto the pillow in both pain and pleasure. It hurt, but at the same time, shivers ran down your spine.

Leon was so focused on watching his dick disappear inside your hole, biting his lower lip while he thought about recording this. You’d be fine with it, right? Fuck, what was he thinking? He couldn’t just touch himself to a video of one of his students getting dicked down by him.

But goddamn, if this would’ve been more than just a one-night stand, who knows? Maybe you’d allow him to film himself cumming deep inside you, too- Why was he even thinking about that now?

„Oh fuck- you’re so nice and tight, 's like you were made for my cock-“ He panted on top of you, beads of sweat running down his forehead. You on the other hand could barely think straight due to the aggressive fucking you had to endure.

„Kiss me please, daddy-“ You whined softly as tears ran down your face, your mouth standing agape while you tried your best at not being too loud. Leon quickly leaned in, combining both of your lips in a messy and desperate kiss. He messily began licking into your mouth while you gave him access, still not stopping his thrusts inside you.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling his chest pressing against yours, like he wanted your bodies to melt into one. He was hot and sweaty, but you didn’t mind it at all since you probably were, too.

Leon’s right hand quickly slid down, gently rubbing your clit to feel your walls tighten around him even more. He was trying to make you cum.

„Fuck, you feel that? You’re getting so fucking tight- You’re gonna cum, right?“ He groaned into your mouth, before continuing to make out with you. His thrusts got a bit sloppy as soon as he could feel his own orgasm building up.

„S-shit- wrap your hands around my throat, daddy-“ You whimpered beneath him, feeling his left hand gently choke you and make you feel lightheaded. Leon pounded you just a bit harder upon hearing that nickname again.

Your back arched a bit and you choked on a moan as you finally reached your climax. Your walls tightened around Leon, triggering his own orgasm and milking him dry. Leon humped against you for a bit longer, before eventually pulling out and leaving you feeling warm, yet empty inside.

He let himself lie down next to you, hair messy and sticking to his forehead due to the sweat on his body. You quickly got under the sheets, the cold air now feeling a bit too cold for your liking.

Neither of you said anything until Leon finally decided to speak up, „You’re not gonna tell anyone about any of this. Understood?“

You weakly nodded, nuzzling your face into his neck as your arms wrapped around him. Maybe he was actually less of an asshole than you thought.

„Also, don’t you even dare think that I will change your grade just because you’re the teacher’s little whore.“ He remarked with a faint chuckle following. His arms snaked around your upper body before he could feel your lips on his collarbone, placing a hickey there. He let out a low groan at the feeling, his hands gripping your hair tightly.

As soon as you were done, you admired the purple bruise on his collarbone, which would probably be easier to hide than the ones he had placed on your neck. Fuck, what were you gonna tell your parents?

Wait.

Oh fuck.

Your parents were still waiting for you at home. And it was already past midnight.

You quickly got up from the bed, still fully naked as you ran to the wardrobe to get your phone.

19 missed calls.

Oh, you were so fucked.

You quickly called your parents back, making up some lame excuse about how one of your older friends got drunk, and you helped him by booking a hotel room and taking him there.

Leon watched you, trying his best not to laugh as you stood there, making up some story while being completely naked after he fucked the shit out of you.

The call lasted about 5 minutes, and ended with you telling your dearest mother that you had your own hotel room and would be staying there. As soon as you hung up, you could hear Leon laugh his ass off.

You walked over to the bed before lying down next to him once again, getting under the covers before playfully hitting his upper arm while you pretended to be mad.

He teased you a bit more, before you yawned and rubbed your eyes, clearly exhausted. Leon played with your hair before placing a kiss on your cheek as you drifted off to sleep.

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The following morning, you woke up with Leon lying on your chest, sleeping like a baby. You smirked, taking your phone from the nightstand you had placed it on and took a photo of him.

Now it was your turn to laugh your ass off. Your grumpy history professor was lying on your chest, sleeping like a baby after you had sex.

You heard a low groan coming from his throat, and you shot a few more pictures, before he could open his eyes to look at the camera in front of his face.

„The fuck are you doing?“ He asked groggily, seeing you snap another photo of him. Just then, he realized you were snapping pictures of him.

He quickly snatched your phone away and deleted the pictures, before groaning a bit more about how his back hurt. Just then, you actually realized the way the both of you smelled. Like sweat and sex.

Yeah, it was definitely time for a shower.

As soon as Leon got up, you dragged him into the shower, placing him in there before getting in yourself. It was easy, considering the fact that the shower was huge. Like, it was twice the size of your shower at home.

Showering took a bit longer than usual, though, maybe because of the fact that Leon had to punish you for taking pictures of him while he slept. He fingered two more orgasms out of you, effectively overstimulating you until you swore you would never take pictures of him sleeping again.

Exiting the shower, you felt fresh, but at the same time, you could barely walk straight, your legs feeling like jelly.

The two of you finally got dressed and left the hotel together. He even drove you home like a true gentleman (as an excuse for taking your ability to walk normally). You thanked him as you got out of the car, and he quickly drove away, well not without winking at you and telling you to stay safe.

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The next Monday was your last day of school. You got your reports back, and you easily passed. Even though, you were really surprised to see a B+ as your grade in history. Just then, you checked your phone. You had gotten a text from Leon. Wait, since when did you have his number?

Leon ♥︎ Be happy I saved your ass by changing your grade. You owe me now. Today, 10:30 A.M.

Leon ♥︎ So… since this is your last day, can you drop by the teacher’s office after you get out? I got something for you. Today, 10:31 A.M.

A smile tugged at your lips as you looked at your phone before typing a reply.

You Does this ‘something‘ involve having sex at the teacher’s office, Sir? Today, 10:35 A.M.

You quickly put your phone away while giggling to yourself. The bell began ringing shortly after, and you got up with all your stuff. Taking out your phone, you read his reply.

Leon ♥︎ Maybe. Today, 10:35 A.M.

You sighed and chuckled as you made your way to the teacher’s office.

He was going to be the death of you.

(Credit for the dividers goes to @cafekitsune btw!) AAAAA thank you for reading this piece of brainrot I cooked up at 3am lol. Please let me know if you liked (or hated) this little fic in the comments aaaa (I also take commissions, plspls commission me I have 0 motivation to write anything on my own)

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・❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 845, 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨!𝙖𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘬𝘬 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘤 ༄

"Hey, beautiful." you hear a chirpy voice from behind you. You turn around to face the man, narrowing your eyes at his golden ones. "I'm Keigo." he continues with a bright smile.

Everything about the man is radiant. Perfect pearly whites, notably expensive red studs that decorate his ear lobes, and of course those eyes, the color of honey to match how sweet his voice is.

"You orderin', Keigo?" you ask, straight forward and direct. You're exactly his type, so quick with the mouth and unphased by the personalities you have to deal with being a bartender. If he wasn't already in love with you before, he definitely felt like he was now. He leans on his hand that's propped up by his forearm, shamelessly admiring you like he's been struck by cupid's arrows. "Am I allowed to order a drink for the bartender? Is that..." he hiccups. "Pardon.. Is that allowed?" You giggle at how easily flustered he is in his clearly drunken state, trying his best not to let small slip ups like that bring down his confidence. Keigo is determined to bring you home with him if it's the last thing he does.

"Can't really take care of drunkards like you if I'm also drinking, Kei'." you answer his question with a grin. He's taken aback. Not only are you teasing him, but you already made a nickname for him. His confidence sky rockets and he's sure, more sure than he's ever been in his life, that he'll be able to take you home. It's almost time to close down the bar so there isn't much to do aside from wiping down already cleaned surfaces and of course, indulging in a conversation with Keigo. He's just waiting for you to tell him that you're off the clock and it's go time.

"You just gonna stare at me?" you ask, taking the time to analyze him just like he's been doing with you. "What can I say, angel? You make me speechless." The way he's so eagerly sharing his emotions with you, something you don't often see in other men, it paints a smile just as bright as his on your face. You look around the bar, making sure nobody is around, before leaning over the counter and whispering into Keigo's ear, "I could find other ways to make you speechless."

You pull back and try your best to hold back your laughter. Keigo's cheeks are as red as his earrings and you can't help but be amused by it all. No person has ever flustered him as much as you have and he has trouble processing it all, especially in the state he's in. "Can I get a shot?" he suddenly asks you and you raise a brow at him. "Keigo." "Last one, promise." you sigh and let him point to his liquor of choice before grabbing the bottle and pouring his shot. As you go to grab a lime in order to prepare a chaser for him, he's already taking his shot, whispering a small 'fuck' as he slams the glass onto the counter.

"You good?" you ask and he nods. He takes the time to examine your body as you turn around to place the bottle back in its original place, the way you sway your hips with just 3 steps has him in a trance already. He doesn't wanna seem like a perv though so he snaps his eyes back up to your face as soon as you turn back, unaware that his movements are delayed so you catch every motion of his eyes and smile to yourself.

"Fuck it." he mumbles, loud enough for you to hear and you wonder if he realizes that too. "Let me take you home, angel." Keigo says rather quickly, swallowing immediately after, fearing rejection at this point. You look down at your watch and conveniently, it's finally time for you to head home anyway. "I was heading there anyway, Kei'." For some reason, he's shocked to hear those words exit your mouth. Did you wanna sleep with him this entire time as well? The victory is almost too much for him to handle and he's grateful that you give him a minute or two to himself as you finish closing up entirely.

"You ready to go home, baby?" He's so giddy right now, he instantly hops off the stool he was sitting on and trailing behind you like a duckling. You allow him to follow you to your car and Keigo questions why the vehicle looks so familiar. He gets in the car nonetheless and waits for you to enter the driver's seat. As you search for your car keys, Keigo swallows once more and prepares himself to ask the most important question of the night.

"Will we.. you know.... keep in contact after tonight?"

You can tell he's nervous, forehead beading with sweat and fists clenched.

"Keigo.." you say, a small pout on your face. He realizes he's fucked up.

"You know, just forget it. Let's just-"

"Boy, I'm your girlfriend."

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[gudvina]

Biracial Native here. I'm sorry if I'm misunderstanding, work is kicking my ass and I'm tired, but your points bother me.

You cannot whitewash an ambiguous character anymore than you can brownwash them - and attempts to claim otherwise more often than not fall into racism against groups like Natives due to blood quantum BS and mixed race people's due to "if you look X you have to be Y" (which necessitates "if you don't look sufficiently X you can't be Y"). (You can research how this is still used in part to deny various Tribes and Bands recognition, how Lumbee and Melungeon peoples particularly have been oppressed in this fashion which really makes the ambiguous writing paired with racially binary and stereotypical readings a painful issue.)

At the end of the day, Collins is a coward who refuses to explicitly racial characters beyond a select few (I can't remember if she explicitly, unambiguously racializes anyone who isn't Black or Very white?), and fans have latched on to some extraordinary bigoted stereotypes to "prove" ambiguous characters are [insert Ethnic group]. I'm not saying Collins didnt insert those stereotype for the same reason, but they are an extensively problematic and laboriously vague move that allows for way to much wiggle room eithe way for many reasons. I know a few people have written at length on theoffensiveness of the Covey, I know other Natives have written about how the reading of Seam as Native is a Pocahontas esque mess that hits on a multitude of fucked ideas (again we're the poverty stricken drunkards and savages, Katniss being mixed but still hitting European beauty ideals and signalling stereotyped Native looks, falling for the white male savior in Peeta who is so good and noble and pure and from a better class, no reinvented or secretly passed on tribal lore or anything tying Seam people to specific pre-existing Natives which is a huge slap to the face), I'm unsure but wouldn't be surprised if Asian writers have tackled how choosing to read District Three epitomises Techo-Orientalism (and erases Desi diaspora while doing so).

Am I saying anyone who reads ambiguous characters as racialized is Bad? No. Please go ahead and do it! Diversity is an unambigous good. I'm no ones mamma or the fandom police here to take away your barbies. What I'm saying is you can't present it as The One True Reading, and people on either side of this issue need to understanding the underlying problems with how these characters are written. Meaning if you (speaking generally) want to read Katniss as Native, then it's on you to listen to Natives explaining why they disagree or why it's a problematic portrayal (copy paste for other relevant characters). If you choose to create with Native Katniss in mind, you need to educate yourself extensively. It is just as as much a problem in 2025, just as backwards, to write a superficially Native character and pat yourself on the back for it as it is for Collins to dodge and duck from raciallizing many of her characters.

And concerning Whitewashing, movie continuity is clearly different to book continuity and presents pre-existing characters as different. (Whitewashing also isn't technically accurate here and is a disagreeable term when other characters like Beetee were not cast as White but also don't exactly follow their book description. It is not equivalent.)

Finally I need to say that it is egregiously painful that THG is written and often read as a future that somehow slid back into 1910s style segregation and that is not tackled either in fandom or in canon. That it is not even remarked upon in canon let alone dismantled or explored tells me there is no thought out reason for it, meaning it is a racist choice of the author in order to lazily signal how bad the dictatorship. Racial mixing is almost non existence or frowned upon, too. That fandom at large rarely deigns to confront this honestly while lording itself progressive for reading all these slave-caste characters as brown is the worse betrayal.

I hope this made sense. I'm not targeting you, I hope you understand, but this discussion has been going on since the debut of the first book and it is supremely frustrating to see common fandom attitudes refuse to go beyond "but brown!!!" And actually acknowledge criticisms and do the work. (Not letting studios off the hook but there's no way to slay that dragon whereas ideally fandom would actually sit back and listen one of these days.)

First of all i understood very well this was not a target, and I thank you for your insight.

I do agree with you with the fact that The Hunger Games does not have #one true reading and it is widely applicable to a lot of realities, and that the writing does not present an unproblematic vision of District 12 as an allegory of Native American experience within its world. I also do agree with your first point, and I want to sit on it so I thank you for making me notice how much of a slippery slope it can lead to discuss about white washing (i won't speak on my own experience here, but it could also be relevant for it, so i thank you for the callout).

I understand movie continuity is different (though i was not referring to them), especially for the timeline the og trilogy movies came out, but I think in the year of our lord 2025 Suzanne Collins had no reason to actually shy away in sotr from flashing out better what seemed to be the commentary on racism in the og trilogy. Or at least an attempt to. And that is maybe what I have a bigger problem, given the way the fandom praises her for the way she presents Panem and the characters.

But as you also pointed out, the setting of THG also does not give any explanation for its division in districts other than "keeping the poor devided", which does not work when we're not given any actual insights on the war and how they got to that level of segregation.

I am not sure my own answer makes much sense, but I thank you for your ask and will definitely reflect on the points you brought up!

[sunnyy-sunsh1ne]

About Seelies, their Palaces in the Dark Sea & how they're Probably Related to Andrius (TL;DR)

Their palaces are in the Dark Sea, where The Seven have no jurisdiction. They brought wisdom to mankind, & probably so to other entities like the Andrius, "the Wolf the North".

Their palaces are in the Dark Sea, & Enkanomiya is also exactly there, but there was no Seelie civilization there; there were just humans from the Unified Civilization as far as we know. It's quite interesting that the Seelie courts are eroded by the time all around Teyvat, but in Enkanomiya they aren't.

For a while, I used to think that the ruins that are around all Teyvat's surface, were the architecture of the Seelies, but this isn't the case at all bc according to the book "A Drunkard's Tale" the Seelie palaces are in the Dark Sea.

And now that we're talking about the Dark Sea and the "A Drunkard's Tale", there's smth pretty interesting I'd like to mention about...Columbina.

In "A Drunkard's Tale" Vol. 3 we learn the tale about a lone wolf, that once wandered in the a "cruel" wasteland; a place that seems to be far beyond the dominion of Celestia, with the remains of fallen gods and others that escaped there after the archon war, (ex. Orobashi).

According to the tale, once the lone wolf passed by a palace where he heard music. Within there, he found a "fair maiden" using an instrument, with a skin "ashen white" & playing a "long-forgotten and mournful melody".

"The chirping of insects on a long-gone autumn night is the chorus of exiles, singing mankind's most ancient song as they live out their plight..." she sang.

"Stripped of all that the body once held close and the soul once held dear, song and memories are all that now remain of yesteryear."

"The last singers, the first Seelie, they played their final tune in the halls of angels."

The Seelies in the area approached the pale white maiden to listen to her music. The wolf asked about the song to the maiden, and the maiden replied "A song of the Seelie".

"Long, long ago, we wrote this song for the human savages. Yet now, we sing it to mourn our own fate."

This maiden was clearly a Seelie who seems to still maintain her human form, & we're told that Andrius received his powers from an ancient god...could this god be the Seelie from the tale? he has a very icy windy ghostly anemo form, just like Seelies.

The twitter user named @nanbeidou7 also talked about this before me.

Here's a link to a thread she did about the topic.

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I'd like to also talk about a possible mention of a Seelie (maybe even Columbina, asuming that she's a Seelie), in the artifact set "Adventurer" in the "Plume of Death", there's a mention of an adventurer meeting a "girl so beautiful" that even her appearance felt surreal.

And do you all know what else did the girl had? that's right! a cluster of feathers!! the similarities are too coincidental tbh...but who knows! anyone in Teyvat could be incredibly beautiful girl with a cluster of feathers, right?... right??

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[embers-of-song-agere]

hii if its not a bother could u possibly do a mini fic of little!venti cg!aether? idrk abt the scenario tho /_\

LITTLE!VENTI AND CG AETHER? I love them.

Minific plot: a crowded angel's share gets to Venti. Luckily, Aether can help.

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Despite Venti being a bard, he wasn't really...good at being front and centre. He could quite easily get lost in his music and alcohol, but once he realises how crowded and loud the tavern is, it hits him like a metaphorical brick. He was never particularly good with crowds, and he isn't exactly sure as to why but the issue still stands.

A bard that can't handle large crowds in a tavern. How ironic.

Tonight was one of those nights, and the tavern was relatively lively. Mostly still tavern-goers that he knows. but he still feels....scared. Despite that, he only has to focus on Aether to calm himself down. His eyes were beautiful, and he loved the other deeply- not that he knew.

The two had been sat at the same table for a while, doing a relative catch-up. With all that happened in Fontaine, and the rather wind-less location of the Fortress of Meropide, he's not been able to watch the blonde and his fairy companion.

Dread began to set in, and unlike his usual self, he pauses mid sentence.

"Venti, are you okay?"

Tears began to run down his cheeks, as he hastily attempts to wipe them away with the cuffs of his outfit.

"M...good." he smiled, despite crying. "Jus' lots'a people."

Aether had experienced this before. He was unsure if Venti was a regressor, but he wasn't doing good in Angel's Share. The tavern had become a bit too crowded for his liking also, with the addition of a berry-flavoured alcoholic drink, the nation was quite literally going buck-wild for the beverage.

Still, Aether took it upon himself to assist his friend.

"Do you want to leave?"

Venti shook his head, glancing at the staircase behind Aether. "C'we go up...?"

Aether ignored the other's thumb nestled in his mouth, and quietly turned around to glance up at the secondary floor, something which was visible from where they were both sat. The floor was overcrouded as well, with every table being occupied by a resident.

"We can't, kiddo."

To this, Venti whined to the other, using his free hand to wipe more tears from his cheeks, sniffling after. Mostly, he'd calmed down, but he was still upset!

"Come on, we'll leave and go get something to eat at Goodhunter. On me."

With a sniffle, Venti stood up and toddled over to the door, ignoring the drunkards around him. Aether held his hand, leading him quietly to the mentioned restaurant. He sat down, clearly a bit...mentally small. Any small noise or sudden movement would distract him, and anything particularly shiny would steer his attention.

"Venti, you okay?"

He nodded, thumb still in his mouth. Aether took a small chance, trying to get the other's finger out of his mouth with a simple nudge, nothing more- and Venti originally did such, wiping it on his shorts.

"Sorry, I have a sort'a...headspace?" Venti began to frantically explain. Aether's chuckle quickly cut him off.

"It's alright, I figured. With the thumb stuff, and the fact that your waistband isn't particularly hidden right now."

Franticlaly, Venti wrapped his cape around the other, before Aether chuckled again. "That's happened to me a few times before. People in Angel's Share are probably too drunk to tell left from right, much less what anyone's wearing under their clothes."

He chuckled. "You are right."

"Plus, I do age regression too."

Venti put two and two together, and nearly choked on his apple slice. "What?"

[aetheternity]

If you’re making a butchered character roundup, Venti needs to be at the top. The fandom takes this deeply traumatized kind playful and free-spirited god who loves his lost friend, his nation and his people, and has saved Mondstadt from Decarabian, Durin, Ursa the Drake, The Lawrence clan, and Stormterror- to “ehe useless drunkard who can’t take anything seriously” And they call Barbara dense 🙄

Everyone on my page knows Venti is my baby but I'll be honest if I really talked about how badly the fandom treats him I'd never shut up. You can always tell the difference between Venti stans and fanon Venti stans.

Also Also I'm gonna say it: Venti being an alcoholic really isn't funny. I don't really like how it's handled in game and I don't like how the fandom acts like it's so tee hee funny funny. Like no he's drinking his feelings whenever he has the mora to do so or whenever he can sneak a glass. Poor baby stays smiling and I just wonder how many nights he's spent sobbing his eyes out with a bottle in hand because constantly being the happy go lucky person can not possibly stay when he's truly alone with his thoughts.

And another thing about his lost friend the only time I ever see anyone bring him up is to debate that he was fifteen. God forbid we talk about how deeply pained and how influential this beautiful person must have been to Venti for him to recreate his body exactly and then live the rest of his life making sure people never forget this person who he loved with all of his heart. But yeah sure let's start another stupid age debate that holds zero water because Venti is his own person no matter if he recreated his friends body or not.

And I find it extremely uncomfortable how the fandom seems to think he just took over his friends dead corpse and has been animating the thing for who even knows how long. Like do they realize how fucked up that is??

Not to mention the blatant disregard for Venti's incredibly soft heart. He saved Traveler's life despite knowing nothing about them outside of they stole anemo power from the seven and then disrupted his talk with Dvalin. He freed Stanley from the turmoil of carrying his friends soul along with him everywhere. He gave Dvalin, Mondstadt and Vanessa freedom, He created an entire city for his people to populate in, He calls his people his children. He's honestly the sweetest guy and anyone would be so lucky to have a Venti in their life.

People never talk about all of the good the archons have done for their nations and themselves outside of Nahida and it makes my blood boil. It's always "they didn't tell Traveler about their sibling!" Like it does actually make perfect sense that Nahida is the only one with actual information you dumbasses!! Nahida has a link to what is basically Teyvat's database! What do the other archons have their own SIGHT. Venti was probably asleep when the sibling came through his nation, I have no idea what Zhongli might have been doing and Ei wasn't even paying attention to her goddammed nation! She had a puppet running the show.

Let me stop ranting because I'm already starting to shake again. I just wish this fandom didn't look at everything at face value. I want more people to see the Venti that me and other Venti stans have fallen in love with. He deserves so much. Like most people don't even fully understand why Venti doesn't run his nation even though he EXPLAINS IT TO THE TRAVELER IN GAME.

Ugggghhh ok I'm done.

[turinn]

A Night Out

Mammon x GN!Reader

Summary: Mammon discovers a club holding a night to celebrate human culture, and decides maybe his human could use a little of that. Fluff, alcohol consumption, cuddling, Satan being a bastard at the end. A/N: This is my first Obey Me fic!! I’ll admit, I don’t know Mammon that well as he’s not one of my best boys, and I’m not even sure where the idea for this came from. It just popped into my mind, and I’m not one to turn down inspiration. I can’t make promises for characterisation, but I tried my best! Also I know literally nothing about nightclubs I just made shit up sorry.

"Hey, MC!! Open up will ya?" You groaned, pulling yourself out of bed. Mammon better have a damn good reason for nearly knocking your door down at... okay it was only 8PM, but still! Sometimes you just wanted an early night. You probably should've learned by now that that was far too much to ask in this house. You paid no mind to the fact that you were in your pyjamas, or the fact that they weren't the most modest of clothes. It was a warm night, so it didn't even register in your mind that you would be showing Mammon far more than he bargained for when you tugged the door open and glared at him. "What is it, Mammon? I don't have any money." His cheeks tinted pink at the sight of you, but the last comment brought his composure back just fine. "Why d'ya have to assume I'm after money? I'm here to do something nice and ya throw it in my face!" You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, though your interest was piqued. "It's a fair assumption, isn't it? Anyway, what do you want, then? I was about to sleep." "At 8PM? Laaaaame. Listen, when ya hear what I have to say, ya won't be worrying about sleep!" Mammon grinned at you, taking a few seconds to realise that your silence was an indicator for him to continue. "There's this club having some kind of event- ain't the kind of place I'd usually be seen dead in but apparently theres some kind a' market for human culture here, an' they're capitalising on it. Figured ya might be interested." His grin only got wider, he looked so proud of himself for thinking this up. Truth be told, it did interest you, if only to find out what exactly demons trying to hold an event based on 'human culture' looked like. Considering the sheer size and diversity of humanity and it's culture, creating anything both inclusive and cohesive sounded borderline impossible. You nodded, shutting the door and reappearing a few minutes later fully dressed. Mammons cheeks seemed to get even pinker, though he would never acknowledge it. Your club attire was vastly different from your casual wear, and he had not been expecting you to look so good. "Coming...?" The question seemed to bring his brain back into his body, causing him to realise you'd walked past him and were waiting at the top of the stairs. 

The walk there was pleasant, warm evenings in the devildom were often quite nice, and spending time with Mammon when he wasn't scheming or trying to scam someone was something you'd grown to enjoy. Hopefully, things would stay that way.

The club in question was tucked away down an alley, honestly a little skeevy-looking, and you couldn't help but think that if Lucifer saw Mammon bring you here you'd be greeting him hanging upside down the next morning. Luckily for both of you, it was just the two of you. Before long you had a drink in your hand, though you couldn't identify it just from looking. A quick sip told you it was your favourite, and you briefly wondered how Mammon knew what drink you tended to go for when you went to clubs back home.

Honestly, you had to give the club its due. They seemed dedicated to making sure your senses weren't too thoroughly abused- the lights were bright enough to see while dim enough to keep the atmosphere and the colours changed often, but they weren't harsh at all and the music was loud but not deafening- and indeed to the theme. While most nightclubs around the world had similarities, the club had seemingly gone out of its way to at least represent some different cultures. All of them would be near impossible, but you hadn't been anticipating much of an attempt at all. The songs played varied in both language and genre, while keeping the upbeat tempo generally expected in a club; the drinks menu, which was extensive, offered an almost flooringly wide range. Given you'd been expecting some trussed up version of a generic western nightclub- something no different to any place in London you'd pay out your ears to get into only to leave an hour later because the music was shit, or some drunkard had tried to steal your phone- this was rather impressive. You grinned at Mammon as a song you knew and loved came on, and dragged him out to dance with you. With the drink not yet kicking in, you weren't as bold as you could be, and stood a few feet away from him, singing along quietly while you danced. Mammon really, really wanted to dance with you properly. His hands on your hips, you smiling at him, preferably leading to your lips on his a little later on- but admitting that? That he wanted to dance with a human? That that was his entire reason for even bringing you here? Never. He had a reputation to uphold! He was in luck, though. A few drinks in and another song you absolutely adored and you were all over him. Or at least, thats how he’d tell the story in future. In truth, you'd simply stepped close enough to him that he got the hint and put his hands on your waist, hoping the lighting was low enough that you wouldn't notice his blush. From this close, the grin on your face was even more brilliant, your laughter and occasional gentle singing reaching his ears easier, and... well, he thought everything about you was beautiful. Not that you'd ever hear it from him.

As the night wound down and the alcohol started to make you more sleepy than anything else, you hooked your hand in his and dragged him home. Your cheeks were still red from the drinks and exertion when you stepped into the light of the House of Lamentation, and the notes of tiredness he could spot in your eyes somehow added to your overall cuteness. Kissing you was pretty much the only thing on his mind as you turned to him and thanked him for the evening, but before he could make his move you'd turned back and headed up the stairs, hand still in his. He noted it was his room you made a beeline for, not yours, and the two of you collapsed onto his bed in unison- which made the fact that you somehow ended up lying on top of him super odd, but he wasn't about to complain. "I had a really good time tonight. Thank you, Mammon." "'Course ya did, you were with me." Your soft giggle was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. "Hey... this was a date, right?" Sincerity and hope filled your eyes as you waited for an answer, and his heart clenched. Did you want this to be a date? "I mean... if that's what ya wanna think then sure, it was a date." That blinding grin graced your features once again and you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, doing the same to his other when he didn't pull away. His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but you as he flushed, and it wasn't until he made eye contact with you again a few moments later that you finally planted one on his lips. Were this some corny romcom, he might've said he felt like he'd somehow ended up back in the celestial realm (he'd never admit he was thinking it), for all the joy that filled him when you did so. He stuttered for a moment when you pulled back, but you gave him no time to begin boasting to save face before you settled into his arms and let sleep overtake you. Mammown as more than happy to join you, a soft smile gracing his features. His human was so cute.

Waking up the next morning, his D.D.D had blown up with notifications from the House of Lamentation group chat. Just his luck that the reason for such activity happened to be a picture of the two of you sleeping that Satan had snapped earlier. He'd have to have words with his little brother about respecting boundaries and learning to knock. (The hypocrisy of such a lecture was lost on him.)

[udunie]

1) Since imprinting on animals isn't all that common, its effects on omega brains may not be common knowledge. Or rather they may not be common knowledge amongst sheltered young omegas. What is known is that after your dominant partner dies, you are free from the bond and from biological imperative to mate. Omega!Stiles has this brilliant plan - he wants to be free at all costs, but an imprinted omega will never be able to harm its partner... so why not choose one with short life expectancy?

2) Dogs don't live that long, all things considered. And the bigger the breed, the shorter its life. So Stiles goes for the biggest dog he can get, one well into his years too. A few years at the most and he's free for life, right? Right. The first time isn't that bad and when the imprinting kicks in, it's spectacular... Well worth the humiliation of being a bitch, really. There is only one problem. With every passing month Stiles has more and more trouble remembering his original goal of

3) attaining freedom. By the time his canine hubby dies, he's having trouble understanding the concept of freedom at all since all he can think of is doggy dick. Now, omegas whose partners die have preference for males as genetically close to the original one as possible. It's not a compulsion and a strong-willed omega may ignore it. But Stiles is half-feral at that point and as it happens his canine husband left a few attractive sons. It just so happens that Stiles is their mother. Oops?

Okay, so. I love this, and here's my take:

Let's put the previous zoo aus to the side for a second, and make animal matings absolutely socially unacceptable. It's extremely rare, and when it happens, it's not really talked about at all. Families would rather tell ppl that their omega child died than admit to an animal mating, so the 'side effects' are basically unknown, especially for sheltered, unmated omegas. It's a bit like backroom abortions for unwed women were back in the fifties (and before). Some people knew they were happening, but it's not something you can actually discuss, you know? There's no ads for the 'services' there's no info about how or when or why...

Just like backroom abortions were a means to and end (and women were either too desperate to care, or were not aware of the very real risks involved), there is, in this au, whispered talk about 'fixers', who can get an omega mated to an animal (usually a dog) and then get them 'free' in short order.

Once again, this would be something that regular society would find absolutely appalling, something you can't ask ppl about. There are no tutorials or pamphlets or anything to help you...

(Heck, maybe it can even work, if you do it right - and by right I mean the 'fixer' putting down the animal right after the mating bond is formed, so that the omega's mind doesn't have time to devolve... But the majority of omegas don't even know how it's supposed to be done)

Stiles is orphaned, is taken in by the Mccalls, maybe? And Scott and his mom are nice, but Rafael, the alpha, wants this freeloading little omega bitch out of his house as soon as possible, so he arranges for Stiles to be mated to one of his sleazy buddies, the first chance he gets.

Stiles is desperate. He would rather die than get mated at 14 to a drunkard thrice his age. But... There are whispers that Dr. Deaton, the town vet is a fixer? He isn't even 100% sure it's true, it might just be a rumor.

So he writes a little note about running away and ends up at the clinic in the middle of the night, begging the vet to help him?

And yes, it's true, Dr. Deaton is a fixer.

He is also a pervert who wants nothing more than to continue breeding his beautiful Neapolitan mastiffs :D

And Stiles isn't exactly a rich socialite happy to pay for his services, he is an orphaned runaway few ppl will miss, you know?

So Stiles ends up being happily mated to Caesar, his largest stud (incidentally, the largest puppy litter on record was a litter of 24 to a Neapolitan mastiff :D)

And after poor Caesar passes away three years later, it's only natural, that Brutus, their first born would take his place, fucking his mommy full of puppies over and over :D

(it would even make sense for omegas to gravitate towards their mate's family, as they would be the most likely to offer them and their offsprings further protection? It's perfectly natural lol)

[missjoker96]

Hey my lovely clown friends! ♡♡♡

This was my own idea and no request this time. I hope it's good, so please enjoy it! :)

Female Reader and Joker

Joker stalking and kidnapping an innocent girl

It's your point of view.

It was half past ten in the evening and you walked through the streets of Gotham. It was loud like during the day. And you always thought the same. Why did you even move into this dirty and fucked up city? But then again you did it to make your family proud. You got a job in a bank and a nice apartment which was very comfortable for you, because you were a single young woman. You even thought about owning a pet, because you always wished to have a cat and soon you would have one. You tried to bring your brain on other thoughts while you were alone in a big and dangerous city. All you could hear were the siren of a police car, other cars and drunk people laughing. It was definetely time to get home before people notice you alone as a woman without weapons. You took a deep breath and continued to walk. The street lamps were the only light for you and most of the windows from buildings were already dark. "Why have I decided to go out at this late time? I'm so stupid." You spoke to yourself and suddenly you heard foot steps. They didn't belong to you and your heart raced faster. Someone has noticed you and probably followed you already. This wasn't a good sign and you walked faster. The direction didn't matter now and you breathed faster until you arrived an unfamiliar street where you stopped.

Suddenly you noticed a shadow on a building. It wasn't your shadow and you thought about turning around and face the person who followed you. You only had two choices. Eighter running away or look your follower into his eyes. You were a brave young woman and turned around. Nobody was there, only this shadow and you decided to speak. "Who is there? That's not funny. Show yourself or I call the police!" This was riskful, because you had no idea who was there behind the building. And then he finally showed himself. You barely noticed his face, because it was so dark and he stepped into the light. A cold shiver ran down on your back and you slowly stepped back. It was a guy dressed as clown. He wore a red suit, green hair and clown make up. This must have been a true nightmare, because you hated clowns. You were scared of them since your childhood. And now you have been stalked from a clown. Could it be worse than that?

"Why did you follow me, clown?" You finally asked, but he came closer and put a clown mask on to cover his face. Maybe he was scared to be seen and grabbed your hands. Did he really want to kidnap you? It looked like he would kidnap you and put a cloth around you, so you couldn't talk anymore. And you had the feeling of running away, but at the same time you were frightened, because this clown could have killed you if he carried a gun with him. He even hand cuffed you and leaded you away from this place. You wished to hear his voice and he finally spoke to you. "I followed you, because of a very good reason. Now be a good girl and walk. Oh and my name isn't clown. My name is Joker." You have heard this name before, but you didn't know that you met exactly this clown in red suit. Since you couldn't speak anymore, you only did what he wanted from you. It was a bad idea to argue with a clown and you were scared of them too. All the way you walked with him was silent. Nobody seemed to notice you both and nobody was there to help you. You were alone with a clown who just kidnapped you. And it felt as if it was a never ending walk. You thought about his name. Joker. There was only one clown who owned this name and you felt how your anxiety grew with each moment you thought about him. But then, finally he stopped to walk and you heard how he unlocked a door. Your eyes were always on him. His red suit, the green hair and the clown mask that covered his face. Suddenly he turned around and spoke to you.

"We are there. Promise me to be silent and don't try to scream. I don't want to hurt you, okay?" He didn't want to hurt you, but he kidnapped you. How funny and strange, but you only shook your head and stared at his outfit. The clown leaded you inside and removed the cloth from your mouth, but he kept your hand cuffed. Maybe he was afraid that you try to escape sooner or later, but you were a good girl. You were afraid of him, but you could also calm down and feel a bit safer. The idea was strange, but it was better to be a prisoner of a clown than getting hurt or sexually abused from drunkards. Gotham was dangerous enough and known of crimes. "Alright, Joker. Why are you doing this? Do you want to be known as the clown prince of crimes?" Your question was brave as he leaded you to a table where he pointed to a seat. Of course you sat down and he began to study your features. You wished that he put his clown mask off, but you didn't ask him. "I am the clown prince of crimes. What is your name?" He asked you and you rolled your eyes before you answered him. "Is this your kind of conversation, Joker? My name is (Y/N)." Finally you told him your name and he smirked behind the clown mask. He didn't sound so evil, but you wouldn't trust him anyway. He stalked you and kidnapped you. And he seemed to enjoy it. But he didn't tell you why he did that. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Please don't fear me. There are so many people who fear me, because I'm a clown." Joker watched you and felt bad inside. He wasn't here to hurt you, but you had no idea about it. It angered you and you yelled at him. "I have a fucking clown phobia since my childhood and you tell me I shouldn't fear you. What is wrong with you, clown?" Okay this was hard, but you had a good reason to yell at your kidnapper. And he didn't mind that, because he was used getting insulted and hurt. He turned his head against the wall and dropped the clown mask. You looked at his green curly hair from behind and noticed how he looked down to the ground. Somehow you felt bad for him and something told you that you should tell him that you are sorry for insulting him. After a moment of thinking, you decided to speak to him. Your eyes were fixed at him and you spoke. "Please forgive me, Joker. I didn't want to insult you."

Joker looked down and spoke with a sad voice. "It is okay, (Y/N). I couldn't know about your clown phobia. I should let you go and stop to kidnap young woman." Suddenly he turned around and looked into your face. You could see his face finally! And you both could tell that your eyes were big and your mouth was half opened. "What?" He asked and lit himself a cigarette. It was clear that you were speechless and surprised about his handsome features. Your bones were weak and your heart raced faster. Could you explain him what you think of him? No. It wasn't easy for you and you just said what you thought. "Nothing, but you are beautiful. I think you are the most beautiful clown I've ever seen in my whole life." Your eyes were fixed at him and his face expression changed. He took a long drag of his cigarette and came towards you. You were nervous, but not afraid anymore. Deep in his heart he was a kind person, ignored from society and looking for revenge. But you couldn't know that and you were afraid that he might not like your compliments. "Are you kidding?" He finally asked as he stood in front of you. His face didn't look angry but he wanted to know if you made a bad joke or if you meant it serious. "No. Why would I be kidding? I mean it serious, Joker. You are very beautiful." You sounded like a fan girl and he suddenly smirked. His smirk made you weaker. You loved every part of his clown make up and wanted to tell him that, but Joker spoke to you now. "You are the first who tells me compliments. I think you understand me. Nobody has ever understand me." His voice was like music in your ears and you listened to him as if you knew about what he spoke. People ignored him all his life, but since he was known as Joker, people finally noticed him. He became a villain, but it wasn't his fault. You wanted to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be okay, but you were still hand cuffed. Wasn't it romantic? You've got eyes for Joker, your kidnapper and you were hand cuffed. This was a very exciting situation. "Yes I understand you and I tell you compliments, because they are true about you. You maybe think I'm kidding, but I'm not." You tried to avoid his face, but it was nearly impossible. He was too handsome to be ignored. Your thoughts told the truth about him and your heart made a step. This kind of situation barely happened in life, that a girl fell in love with her kidnapper.

The green haired clown believed you and blew a dark smoke out of his mouth. He studied your eyes and had something in mind. He wasn't shy or something like that, but he was afraid that you maybe slap him after he did what he wanted to do. You both had the same thought and your eyes were fixed at each others. Joker trusted you already and unlocked your hand cuffs. Finally you were free and the first thing you did was hugging him. "Thank you Joker! I knew that you have a good heart and not a bad one." You sounded happy and you smelled his parfum and the scent of the cigarette. He was still smoking and placed his free hand on your cheek. His hand felt good on your soft and warm skin. "It is good. I see that I can trust you, so there are no hand cuffs needed anymore. You are really a good girl, (Y/N)." He smiled at you and finished his cigarette. It was amazing and so intimate to watch him smoking. He was so beautiful and handsome and you were so naive and trusted him. But he trusted you too. If not then you would still be hand cuffed. For a moment you thought about kissing him and you placed your hands on his cheeks and pressed your lips against his red painted ones. You just kissed your kidnapper! And all the anxiety you got disappeared. Joker replied your kiss and wrapped his arms around you. You both were surprised and you could tell that he loved being kissed. This was reality and once you both broke the kiss, your eyes were fixed at his. And Joker's eyes were fixed at yours. How could he have such intense green eyes?

"Oh my god Joker. This was very intense and beautiful. Forgive me for this kiss, but I feel.." You wanted to end your sentence, but he smirked and kissed you one more time. This was the final answer. He felt the same for you and it was like love for the first sight. You wanted to touch his hair with your fingers and feel those sexy curls on your soft skin. He stroked your cheeks during the kiss and looked into your eyes. "I know what you want to say, (Y/N). You feel drawn to me. Am I right?" You even loved his sexy voice and you could only shake your head, because your eyes were fixed at his handsome features. You needed a moment to answer him and took his hands into yours. His hands were so soft and beautiful. Everything on him was beautiful and you finally spoke. "I feel drawn to you and I love you, Joker. And I forgive you for stalking me and kidnapping me." You got a smirk on your face and Joker noticed it. He cupped your cheeks and answered you. "I also feel drawn to you, (Y/N). You have something particular on you and I never felt this way before." Joker's words made you happy and you kissed him again. You were truly naive, but you listened to your heart and your heart never lied. This clown was in your dreams and now everything made sense. He was looking for you and kidnapped you, to show you who he really was. Somehow you felt scared at the first time when you met him, but then it became exciting and romantic even after he hand cuffed you. This experience was still in your mind. "Me, particular? Thank you. That's a compliment Joker. Would you like to hand cuff me again? It was very romantic for me." You sounded as if you loved being part of a crime and Joker didn't want to believe what he just heard from your mouth.

"Are you serious, (Y/N)" His voice sounded surprised and he raised his eye brows. He looked at you with his green eyes. Those wild eyes! And you bit your lower lip nervously and pulled him closer. "I am serious, but as long as I am with you everything is perfect. We can do the hand cuff thing later again my clown prince of crimes." You smirked at him and kissed his lips again. The taste of his lips was sweet. He replied your kiss and then looked at you. "Why waiting if I could hand cuff you now?" Joker laughed and you knew it was just a joke of him. You met the most dangerous villain of Gotham City but also the most attractive and handsome one. The best on him was that he didn't kidnap you to hurt you, he did it because he got feelings for you. The same happened to you and suddenly you hand cuffed him and yourself.

"Now we are both hand cuffed to each other. You're my Joker now." You smiled at him and he smirked. His beautiful smirk and he looked at your hand cuffed hands. "I like that idea very much. Now come here, (Y/N)! Let me kiss your sweet lips one more time." And you let him kiss your lips. Joker pressed his lips against yours with closed eyes and you both were lost in each others kisses...

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[tintin-is-my-life]

- FANFICTION - 1st part

An Unexpected Meeting

In these radiant weather, Tintin was walking around the flee market, hoping to find some reading treasures. Suddenly, he froze. He had just noticed a magnificent antique: a Caravel.

He looked at it more closely: "The Unicorn" as it was called. Tintin paid the seller, but at that very moment a man rushed to the stall. He was an American, wearing blue felt clothes. He asked Tintin if he didn't want to sell him the beautiful ship. The answer was no, of course. After that, the man warned him against ill-intentioned people who might be willing to do anything to take the ship. The man got further and further away, and finally left.

Suddenly, a voice was heard:

Wonderful...oh... it's just wonderful...

No need to wrap it up, I'll take it as it is, you don't mind if I pay by check?"

An other interested party... thought Tintin.

The salesman answered: If you want to buy it, address it to this boy!

The man replied: I see... so let the boy name his price...

It's not forsale, Tintin replied.

The man introduced himself : My name is Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine. I recently acquired Marlinspike Hall. And,this ship, as you must surely know, has always been part of the estate.

Tintin: Of the late sea captain?

Sakharine:Yes, but the family has suffered great setbacks. They lost everything! They've gone from bad luck to bad luck. . . Let's talk about. . . generations of drinking and irrational behavior.

Tintin: I'm sorry, but as I told you before, it's not for sale. Goodbye,sir.

Sakharine turned to the seller, asking him if he had any idea who he was dealing with.

Seller: You don't know him? It's Tintin. A famous reporter, he is very well known in Belgium but also in the whole world.

Sakharine: I've never heard of this... kid at all. * squinting eyes and looking scornful* Besides, I've only been in Brussels for a short time. He said as he watched Tintin goaway. Then he left without saying a word.

Meanwhile, Tintin returned to his apartment. He had questions in his head. First of all, why did this boat attract so much covetousness? And what secrets could it be hiding?

Tintin put the boat on his cabinet and went to the library. He needed to learn about the history of this caravel. He learned that "The Unicorn" was in fact a ship in Louis XIV's fleet, and that Louis XIV had offered the Captain, Sir Francis Haddock, a priceless treasure as a reward for his loyalty.But the ship was attacked by pirates, and only the Captain escaped.And ever since then, the family has been under a curse.

In the book, an inscription caught his attention:

"Only a true Haddock can discoverthe secret of The Unicorn..."

Later, Tintin returned home and discovered in amazement that the boat had disappeared. On this discovery, he decided to go where he was sure to find it, at Marlinspike Hall, in other words, the present home of Mr.Sakharine.

He arrived on the spot and without surprise, he found the model ship. But suddenly he received a blow to the head and collapsed.

Sakharine : Welcome to Marlinspike Hall !

Tintin went straight to the point: I came to retrieve my property !!

Sakharine: I'm sorry. I am not sure I follow you...

Tintin : Oh, I think you do !

Sakharine: I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Tintin!

Tintin: There's no mistake ! It belongs to me!

Sakharine: Are you sure?

Tintin: Well,of course I'm sure, I took it home, I put it on the cabinet in the living room. A cat came in and dropped it while I was chasing it ! But, hum... (clears throat) How can that be? The mast is intact....It's not my ship.

Sakharine: It certainly isn't your ship, young man! This one I've had for a very long time.

Tintin : I am sorry, it looks identical.

Sakharine: Well, look can bedeceiving !

Tintin: Yes, indeed, but I don't understand ! Why did Sir Francis make two ships exactly alike? And you have one already ! Why do you want another one ? What is about this model that would cause someone to steal it ?

Sakharine: Goodness me! Why so many questions?

Tintin: It's my job, there could be a story here. That's what I do, you see.

Sakharine: Well, it's not a great mystery, Sir Francis Haddock was a drunkard, and a hopeless reprobate. He was doomed to fail and he bequeathed that failure to his sons !

Tintin: So it's true! The Haddock line is cursed!

Sakharine: What else have you find out ?

Tintin:What is there to find?

Sakharine: That depends what you'relooking for !

Tintin: I'm looking for answers,...Mr.Sakharine.

Sakharine: You're looking in the wrong place. ...It's late! I think you should go home, young man ! Nestor! Take him home!

The butler named Nestor met Tintin at the door and said, "It's too bad, sir... That the mast is broken on your model,sir... I hope you've found all the parts, things get lost so easily.

Sakharine called Nestor back, who finally greeted Tintin before closing the door.

A few minutes later, Tintin went home. He took the keys out of his pocket before he realized his door had been forced. When he entered his apartment, he discovered that all the rooms had been returned, but absolutely nothing was missing. Meanwhile, it was clear that this burglar was looking for something specific, but what?

Suddenly, Tintin saw a light under one of the pieces of furniture, especially the one where he had put the caravel down a few hours earlier. He went down to look, and found a small cylindrical silver-colored object. Inside it was a scroll :

Tintin returned to his office to examine what he had just found.

Then he read the manuscript:

"Three brothers joined , three Unicorns in company sailing in the noonday sun will speak. For'tis from the light will dawn. And then shines forh the Eagle's cross. »

Just after the message, strange signs were written.

Tintin doesn't really understand the meaning of all this:

I don't understand what it is. But it explains why they ransacked my apartment. He must have been looking for this, and they didn't find it. Which means...they'll be back...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, the concierge went to see who it could be at this hour. Going down the stairs, Tintin recognized the voice of the man he had met in the flee market : the "American". He told Mrs. Pinson that he would take care of it.

The man called out to Tintin: My boy, is that you?

Tintin: What do you want?

The man:Listen, I won't tell you everything, but I swear to God, I never thought he would kill for that !

Tintin: Who? Who are you talking about?

Man: I'm trying to tell you that your life is in danger!

Tintin: Answer me, WHO?

The man didn't have time to answer because suddenly he was shot. He collapsed in the hall of the building with just enough time to leave a clue. With his blood, the man had indicated several letters that made up the word: "K-A-R-A-B-O-U-D-J-A-N."

The next morning, Tintin received the Dupondt for the investigation. The man who had been targeted was called Barnabé Dawes, and he was a very high-ranking Interpol inspector. The Dupondt retrieved the newspaper for evidence and left. Tintin walked them to the door. He stepped out for a moment to say goodbye to the Dupondt as they left. He didn't notice that a man had just stolen his wallet, in which the scroll was. Indeed, earlier in the morning, the Dupondt told Tintin that they were on the trail of a pickpocket who had been raiding the city and its surroundings for several weeks.

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Meanwhile, on the boat Karaboudjan...

The ship's captain, Kathrynn Haddock, was busy making an inventory of the goods on the ship, when suddenly one of her "crewmen" injected her with a syringe of a powerful soporific. It was Tom, one of the ship's employees, under the command of a certain Sakharine.

Sakharine had become an intruder on the boat. And now that the captain was out of harm's way, he could take complete control of the ship. Kathrynn found herself trapped in her own boat, in her own holds.

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Meanwhile, while Tintin was quietlywatching the Dupondt leave, he was stopped by two so-called "deliverymen"... who immediately applied a chloroform swab under hisnose. The two men loaded him into a crate and drove him to Karaboudjan.

Tintin woke up chained to a cage. Hesoon realized that his pockets were being searched.

Sakharine arrived in the hold andexclaimed:

Tom, Alllan! Have you found it ?

Allan said, He doesn't have it !

Sakharine : If it it is not here, then where is it ?

Tintin, barely awake, answered: Where iswhat?

Sakharine : The scroll from The Unicorn, apiece of paper like this !

Tintin: You mean the poem ?

Sakharine : Yes...

Tintin: The calligraphic poem ?

Sakharine : Yes...

Tintin : Who was in a cylinder ?

Sakharine: Yes !

Tintin : Concealed in the mast?

Sakharine : YES!

Tintin smiled a little and said: Idon't have it !

Sakharine went into a black anger.

He brandished the sword he had hiddenin his cane and threatened Tintin.

You know the value of this scroll,otherwise why would you want it?

Tintin: Two caravels, and two scrollsforming part of an enigma, you have one, you need the other, butthat's not it, there's something else...

Sakharine: I'll find it with orwithout your help. I advise you to think about how useful you are to me...

Sakharine and her henchmen are on theirway back.

We'll deal with him on the way, he says.

By the time Sakharine reached thebridge, he was angrier than ever.

Ah! He's lying, he must have thatmanuscript, the question is what did he do with it ?

Allan : We searched it thoroughly, boss!

Sakharine : I want you to go down there and makehim talk, break every bone in his body if you have to!

Another henchman of Sakharin's cameshouting:

Mr Sakharine, Mr Sakharine, the Captainhas come to her senses, she's conscious and accuses us of mutiny. Shesays you turned the crew against her!

Sakharine : Well, don't just stand there, give hera shot!

Yes, Boss, they say.

Allan and Tom went back to interrogateTintin, who unfortunately had no means of escape.

Well, this time, you're going to tellus where the scroll is ! Said Allan.

Tintin: I've already told you that Idon't have it.

Allan: All right! We'll have fun then!Tom, you joining the party?

Of course, he said, closing hisstitches.

Allan took Tintin's hair to hold hishead and started kicking him in the stomach.

*Cough*... Tintin spat blood.

After a few minutes, Allan pulled out agun to try to get something from Tintin. But it was more to scare himthan anything else, because Sakharine hadn't ordered to kill him inany way.

Allan : You're going to tell us where thescroll is, or else you can say goodbye to your life !

He placed the gun to his temple.

Obviously, Tintin didn't say a word. Helooked at them scornfully and mockingly.

Allan, very upset by the situation,kicked him in the face, then continued with a punch. He then grabbedTintin's collar. And looked him in the eyes.

Allan : You should tell us, becausewe're really going to end up killing you if you don't.

Tintin, about to faint, tried to say afew words.

Allan: What ? I can't understand whatyou're saying ! (Allan didn't realize that Tintin had actually calledthem idiots.)

And with those words he hit him again.This time, his body couldn't resist anymore, Tintin fainted.

Allan : We won't get anything out ofhim now.

Tom: Yeah, let's go tell the boss! And,it's not going to be a party... He hasn't told us a thing...

When they arrived in Sakharine's cabin, Allan and Tom told him that Tintin hadn't confessed to anything aboutthe parchment's hiding place. And, of course, Sakharine became furious:

I told you to make him talk, not to make him sleep! We're wasting precious time while this kid "rests"...In the meantime, go about your business as a sailor. And, Tom, beforeyou do that, you'd better check that Haddock is all right. I don'twant her to find out about our shenanigans. It's much too early forthat now. She mustn't find out. It'll make revenge all the sweeter. He said, rubbing his hands together.

Next on another post ^^

[allyear-lff]

Triangle of sadness

Summary: a group of unsympathetic privileged people experience Titanic, Exterminating Angel and Lord of the Flies experiences in the same trip.

Spoilertastic plot:

It is always interesting to watch the winner of the Palm d'Or without knowing much at all about it, so I approached the film with great interest and at the end I am left only with a big meh, which after last year's winner, Titane, which I disliked with a vengeance, make me wonder what is going on in the festival. But hey ho, what do I know?

So the film is neatly divided in three parts, the first part, "Carl and Yaya" (named after the couple who we could say are the protagonists although this is highly debatable since they fade later on) starts with Marc attending a modelling casting, he's young and handsome, but has to put up with all the banalities of the industry, there seems to be something fragile behind his demeanour but we can't quite put a finger in what it is, but the film is not really about him, or not mostly, in a later scene we see him having dinner with Yaya, a beautiful model which is also an influencer, something that perhaps could have been deducted from her obsession with her mobile phone, they get into a silly argument about money but this leads to a moment of sincerity in which Marc agrees to put whatever talents he has to the service of her influencer's career attempting to win her genuine love in the processes.

The second part, The Yacht, offers exactly what it says in the tin, Marc and Yaya join a trip in a luxury trip thanks to a freebie she gets as an influencer, now Marc is totally immersed in the idea of working for Yaya's pictures and videos, but Yaya has a wandering eye and chats with a handsome man working in the yacht which strains their relationship, Marc complains and the worker is kicked out of the yacht, this is only one instance of how much power the yacht's guests have, this is shown at several times, the people in the trip are very rich and powerful, but they have in store a very difficult trip that ends in disaster, Marc and Yaya fade in the background to give way to a litany of dislikable characters: arms dealers, a shit merchant (really), an obsequious crew leader, an useless captain and a pliant crew that will do anything the rich passengers demand.

The third part, The Island, is, as you can imagine, life in an island where the survivors from the disaster gather together to survive, they are mostly useless except a woman, Abigail, that has the wherewithal to hunt for food, she was a humble cleaner back in the yacht but now in the island she realises the situation has changed and assumes the leadership of the group, Marc, in order to obtain her favour, becomes his partner leaving Yaya abandoned and angry, Abigail is middle aged and isn't portrayed as particularly attractive, so she and Marc make the oddest of couples.

The island isn't abandoned, just big enough for them not to notice that there are other residents, with some in the castaway group realise this Abigail decides to take extreme measures to ensure her position as leader remains unchallenged.

The first part seemed pretty banal, the second part was too stupid, even as a fable, the Captain, an always watchable Woody Harrelson, is a drunkard shouting communist slogans, how this yacht didn't sink earlier is a mystery, the last part is very disconnected from the previous two parts, the characters taking central stage being entirely different from the ones we saw in the yacht as the plot's main one while on board.

The film is intellectually lazy, aiming to satirise people which are way too easy to satirise descending into the realms of slapstick comedy to do so.

Updates:

31 December 2022, I just learned that the actress playing Yaya, Charlbi Dean, has died aged 32 shortly before the film was premiered in Cannes, she did her part very convincingly, it is a great shame and shock.

Rating: 3.5/5

51 of 168

Date: 7 November 2022

Venue: Cine Lumiere

The list of films in the LFF 2022

[pj-was-here]

she is best girl and in this essay i will explain to you why

<<Warning: long ass essay on my skrunkly meow meow>>

Her whole everything makes you endeared, she works at a bar, the reason she hates the wine industry so much is because her father is a drunkard who barely spends any time with her, her only friend is very much likely klee however said elf unfortunately isn't able to hang out with diona enough because she spends so much time in solitary confinement (read: time out), the last time she had a close friend was when she was really little and said friend was a Oceanid who lives in springvale's lake who gave diona the blessing to make any drink she makes delicious (which for diona is a curse) and her voiceline OH her voicelines

in when it snows she is so enamored by the snowflakes falling she asks you to come and watch with her and to come and play

When It Snows: Playtime Ooh, it's so cold to touch. Wow, it's so much fun!When It Snows: Viewing Ooooh, look at the little white

snowflakes dancing in the wind, to and fro, and... whew, isn't it... beautiful! C'mon, c'mon c'mon, sit with me... Watch...

in chat: waiting she insists she wasn't waiting for u but really she was

Chat: Waiting I—I wasn't waiting for you. I just happened to be resting!

in when thunder strikes she gets scared of the thunder clashing because she's just a kid

When Thunder Strikes Ahh!!! Uhh, um... I'm not shaking, I'm not... Ohhhh...

In her good afternoon lines she is embrassed by her purring and also doesn't like sharing her canned fish but she does it with you because she trusts you (though it was only a bit but that says a lot becasue from the countless cat videos i watched cat's do NOT like sharing)

Good Afternoon: Strange Noises Wha— Ugh, no! You heard nothing!

Good Afternoon: Canned Food Uh, I was saving this can of fish for when I was really hungry. Stop looking at it like that! ...Mmm, okay, I'll let you have a little taste, but nothing more!

She insists she doesn't need comfort even though her whole character SCREAMS she wants nothing more but love and affection

Good Evening Aw, I failed... Ugh, again... Everyone loved my drinks! Gah... Don't try to comfort me. I—I don't need comforting!

She was worried that you won't be able to get home safely becasue she thought it's be dark but when you the traveler tell her that there were street lamps she retracts her statement and pretends that she was DEFINITELY not concerned for your safety and well being

Good Night Without cat vision, will you be okay walking home in the dark? If you need me to escort you... What? Th—There's lights? Pff, well who said anything about escorting you? Go on now.

Cats take a long ass time to warm up to you from what i heard so for her to let you pet her ears says a LOT on how much she trusts you

About Diona My ears and tail are no prop, they're real. Proof of my Kätzlein bloodline. It's only weird to you cause you've never seen it before. Wh—Why are you looking at me like that? Fine. You can touch my ears for a second, but the tail is off limits!

She has no idea that the answer to well not exactly ending the wine industry per say but lowering the concerningly high rate in alchohol consumption is in non-alchoholic drinks which is expected because she just well a kid

About Us: Drinks You want a non-alcoholic drink? No, that's not difficult, but it's meaningless! It doesn't have anything to do with my grand plan of destroying the wine industry of Mondstadt. I won't waste my time on such a drink, hmph!

About Us: VIP Channels Friendship Lv. 6 Here! I call this Fantastic Summer-Serendipity Coral Sparkling Tea, I just made it one day when I was bored... Huh, you say it's popular? People are lining up to buy it? Don't be ridiculous.

she really enjoys her friendship with the traveler so much

About Us: The Need to Chat Friendship Lv. 6 Well, if you ever feel lonely, you can chat with me. I know lots of cool things~ I'm a good... what's that called... chatting partner! Yes! A good chatting partner, come chat with me... lots... ...okay?

More About Diona: IV  Friendship Lv. 5 Don't, don't make me angry. I'm pretty tolerant, but don't even try to mess with me. I'm warning you, I bite when I get angry! Meow!!! ...But maybe I'd let you off easy, no bites...More

About Diona: V  Friendship Lv. 6 You and me... we're good friends now, right? I kind of remember having a friend like this before, but maybe it was a dream... Here, give me your hand. Ahh... Hmm, nice and warm... Very nice... please don't leave me, and become another dream.

Diona's Hobbies I enjoy hunting. I'm especially good at tracking down prey! But Daddy says that the wild is dangerous. One should only go deep into the forest with a reliable adult. ...You're a reliable adult, right?

Birthday Here you go — fried fish with my special sauce! ...Relax, I didn't add anything strange! My cooking is actually really good when I want it to be — stop talking and try it already! Hmph... that's better... Oh, and uh, happy birthday.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion Ascension Phase 6 A cat's nose can smell those people they are familiar with and like... Ahh!? You're mistaken, how could I say something like that... Ohh...

She has fun chasing butterflies and such like a well cat (even though she insists she isn't well technically she isnt but still)

Interesting Things When it comes to butterflies, I'm the best at pouncing on— err, catching them. Hey, not in a fun way! I catch butterflies to add a nasty taste to my cocktails. I'm not a cat! Meow! *hiss*

And like a child shes curious as a cat *hehe*

About Us: Curiosity  Friendship Lv. 6 What's that!? What's that!? Let me see! Maybe I can add it to my next cocktail to give it a dreadful taste... Huh? It's just a strange-looking mushroom, how boring...

Her love of fish is so damn cute

Favorite Food I like, no, LOVE to eat fish! The fish Daddy cooks is the best, a purrfect main course! ...But eating fish as drunk food, that's absolute blasphemy!

but she still needs to eat her veggies tbh

Least Favorite Food Carrots, potatoes, onions, tomatoes... I don't like the taste of any of those vegetables. ...In fact, I don't eat vegetables at all!

but she also has to deal with so much like drunkard creeps in the cats tail

More About Diona: II Friendship Lv. 3 You wouldn't ask me to meow like a cat, like those boozehounds at the tavern do, would you? I wouldn't do it, no way! I'm not some little house pet that just shakes my ears real cute and stretches my back! I'm... I'm Diona, Destroyer of the Wine Industry!

Her father's unhealthy habit of drinking

About Her Father  Friendship Lv. 4 I adore my daddy more than anyone else! He's the greatest! But... Daddy after he drinks, ugh... Argh! I must bring an end to the wine industry of Mondstadt, and soon! No time for chit-chat!

and not to mention her constant failures in bringing down the wine industry push her to the point that she cries

so in summary, despite her trying her best to be tough and independent she's a sweet girl who just wants the love of her father and some warmth and companionship and is trying her absolute best

Diona is actually such an endearing character though.