Having a royalty kink isn’t about knowing jack shit about medieval history, it’s about being a horny idiot who understands the inherent eroticism of swords
The need to know how weird they are so you know how much weird you can show, slowing upping it as each new weird thing is revelled, switching back and forth until your relationship creates its own melding of chaos as a direct result of feeling safe enough to be the weirdest versions of ourselves.
i don’t care that you’re weird. in fact, i encourage it. hell, I’ll be weird with you, the fuck..
not to be emotional on main but fanfiction is a gift and it’s so fundamentally human to tell each other stories and i am deeply grateful to have that in my life. thank you all for adding so much emotion and meaning to the world with your words
sometimes I see pictures from when I was younger and it makes me wonder why I spent so much time hating myself. sweet little baby me. I was still growing. I was still learning. I was still getting used to my own skin. I didn’t deserve that