-> Campaign 3 x GN!Reader
Notes: This wasn't requested. I'm between assignments and requested stuff. I was sad and had the sudden motivation to write ✨ something✨
I loved writing this. I'll be referring to it and other pieces related to it in the future. Enjoy x
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I've said this before and I'll say it again: Short. Sweet. To the point. Casual. Gender neutral. Yes plz. (x)
Calls you this more than your actual name, and they are more than happy to have you call them it too. Ashton literally has to bite back a huge grin when you refer to him as it before he practically crashes into skids over to you.
Slings a strong arm over your shoulders and tugs you into their side, playfully headbutting your temple, and you just know he's smiling next to you. Coos the nickname, whines it, says it when he's mad and when he laughs. No thoughts, head empty, only babe.
Sometimes they wonder if you were made special for him by some sort of patron god looking out for him. You came into their life when they needed someone like you most.
It sounds ever so slightly classier than calling you "sexy" or "hot" on a daily basis in public.
Regularly calls you this in the morning, waking up next to you, followed by a lazy smooch to your cheek. Their voice is gravelly and full of sleep, eyes half lidded and vision bleary - but he still knows you're a sight to behold.
Heard a couple call each other this before he even met you, and he kept it stashed away in his noggin for ages until he accidentally blurted it out when referring to you. Wouldn't mind the nickname being reciprocated.
Early on in your relationship, he snatched acquired a small bunch of the yellow flowers from someone's garden and gave them to you with a shyness you wouldn't normally associate with Chetney.
And their golden colour reflected on your chin in the late afternoon light as you lifted them to your face and everything just slotted so naturally into place from there.
It's soft, it's delicate, it's something that reminds him of the memory when he realised how whipped for you he actually was.
C'mon. I mean, c'mon. This screams old man Chetney wrapping an arm around your leg or holding your hand, showing you off at a fancy event you guys are infiltrating and chatting with some snooty nobles.
Kisses your knuckles like the gent he is, but the knowing wink he gives you and cheeky smirk you feel against your skin lets you know how much fun life his been since you entered his world.
This is where Brontë and Dorian overlap and merge together. He fondly remembers his parents calling each other, his brother, and himself this when he was younger, and it's just so... Sweet.
Like he is literally calling you his love. The literal embodiment of his affections. The noun itself. The idea. Never had he felt such a feeling before he fell for you, only ever in music. Now he has two muses. How lucky is he?
He didn't plan to find love during his travels, let alone the found family he has in Fearne, Orym, and the others. When you and him decide to part from the cuddle pile and settle into a separate nightime routine in a separate room, he realises he could get used to having more space in bed if you still slept by his side.
You make his face hurt from how much he smiles when you're around. His shoulders relax and words come easier to him. You feel his thumb sweep leisurely across the back of your hand.
He is the moon, and you are the sun. He shines only with the light you give him (x)
She just wants to spoil and look after you omg. She's so tall and full of feelings and she holds your face in her hands and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. Scrunch it up, and she'll press one between your brows to smooth out the lines.
Fearne uses it when she's feeling particularly playful or in a good mood.
It gets a bit confusing cuz she calls Little Mister this sometimes.
And there's always a 50/50 chance that she is referring to either of you, but when she does call you it she says it with a giggle that makes your heart soar.
It's far more intimate sounding than simply calling you her partner/boyfriend/girlfriend.
She grasps your hands in her own, her gown's sleeve slipping ever so slightly from one shoulder. She laughs, warmth flooding her cheeks as you kiss the corner of her mouth.
It's the twang of her voice in your head that interrupts your studies, and you lift your head from the desk to see her stand in the doorway, saying it's too late to stay hunched your books. Time to rest.
If you dare mimic her accent you're getting a playful swat on your arm. Do it again, I dare you.
You're naturally sweet as honey. She leans against you, arm linking with yours as she hides her face in your neck, your presence keeping the swarms of voices invading her thoughts at bay.
It's said teasingly, while she twists a lock of hair around her finger. She hears the flustered thoughts in your mind, the embarrassment and swell of emotion as you realise she knows.
You wave her away, telling her it's not funny to joke about stuff like that. You know by her smile she's not.
She blushes when you call her cute back, sucking in a breath as she avoids eye contact before you lift her chin with a finger and instead tell her she's beautiful. Imogen melts at your touch.
You simply are. Laudna praises your skill and personality on a regular basis, and you rarely doubt your capabilities because you know she would persuade you otherwise.
You are one of the best things to happen to her since her 'unlife' began. Something to be cherished and looked after, and she can't bear the thought of losing you. She won't.
She holds your hand, and hers is cold in yours but you don't mind because she looks at you with so much hope and fondness, and you swear you can feel her distant heartbeat a little more frequently with your touch.
It's so cute. Like. Tooth rotting cute.
But it's also associated with ghosts and scaring people.
It's the most perfect name for a fun scary couple in love. She will poke your nose and scuttle away before you can return the favour.
It has been noted in Exandria Unlimited and in Campaign 3 that it's common knowledge Orym travels in very attractive company. You are no exception.
You are beautiful, inside and out, and if he manages to conjure up a bashful smile on your face by simply telling you so, he gets so much pleasure from that.
Whispered into the dark as you hold each other in the scarce room you'd rented for the night, but his heart has never felt so full.
There's something so domestic about this nickname which Orym loves.
Part of his plans for the future include you, him, a beautiful home with an abundance of land surrounding it. He'll be making dinner when you come home from the market, and he'll greet you with "Honey, you're home!" and leaning up to capture your lips.
I don't care if you've lived together for years and this is a regular occurence; he's always gonna be heart eyes for you.
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