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kalims · 2 years

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "what the—please put me down,, it's not a wedding nor am i ready to get married!"

bridal style but it's not a wedding,

or in which, they carry you bridal style.

characters. dorm leaders.

includes. gn reader, this is a small treat for over 4k followers :) since I still wanted to give yall one

cw. reader impied to be injured/sick.

note. I rate sumeru archon quest a solid 9.7/10 and yes, I only finished it yesterday LMAO. u wondering why malleus' is different? thats right he's just special. <3

— riddle rosehearts

"you okay there?" you stare at riddle knowingly. eyeing his red face that was neither from embarrassment nor anger. the man in question nods stiffly, adjusting his hold on you in a way that makes you fly for a second.

riddle grits out an answer. ignoring the way he was painstakingly slow on taking you to whatever destination. gods.. he's never been so mad at the fact that the infirmary was so far. "I'm doing just..—" he trips on a small pen that was just coincidentally in the middle of the hallway, nearly tumbling forward and leering you to the ground but he catched himself at the last moment.

and pretended nothing just happened but he definitely just spared a searing look towards the innocent pen. "—fine."

"it's fine. I can walk." you eventually nudge him however he seems more determined hearing your words. noticing your particular look riddle panics. "w-wait.. it's alright! I'm doing okay!"

it's not that you're light, or heavy at all. but in general riddle is far more impressive in the.. magical aspect, in terms of heavy lifting in heartslabyul. he leaves it to trey, cater and other residents who are far more competent than him.

you shake your head, he was being oddly intent with this. "if I can't even do this when you are in need of care how will i learn in the future?" riddle frustratingly sighs. sure, he can admit he was probably gonna sleep tonight and wake up with sore arms but the very least,, you'd see him as a strong person. inside and out.

that was quite suggestive, not in the way you're thinking but rather.. "oh? so.. you see a future with me?" placing a hand on your chest you smile at riddle who wastes no time dropping you. you reminisced a long lost.. experience when you fell because honestly, the pain you felt in your bottom was excruciating.

he glares at you despite the steam animatedly coming out of his ears. "is this a joke? I—" riddle paused as if just noticing your clear pain even though you wear a tight lipped smile on your face.

then he panics again, crouching down. "I'm sorry.. I was careless."

meanwhile. I can't tell if all the pain I'm feeling right now is worth it for his vision of the future and concern.

you continue to stare at the wall in a daze, completely silence as riddle is in an inner monolog regretting his life choices.

leona kingscholar

"oi. are you paying me for this, I don't give out service for free."

leona says but you merely squint at him. "since when was money something you needed?" you point a finger at him accusingly but he just shrugs, annoyingly enough. "dunno. might need it. you'll pay me back somehow. I'll make sure of it." he makes a show of trying to intimidate you with his stare.

you flail your arms around in frustration, pretending to not notice the stare he directed at you when you accidentally hit him in the face. you definitely did not want to be under leona's crazy favors again.. "but im gonna die if you don't bring me there?!"

"it's just a fractured rib. ah. right, tell me. who did this to you." leona plays it off cooly but you know full well what his words imply. now,, should you destroy someone's life or spare mercy on them? meh.. either way you probably didn't have a choice because ruggie was there and the hyena was gonna rat it out to leona anyways. "some random from diasomnia. it's not that serious."

maybe it was a bad idea mentioning diasomnia cause leona has this scary look on his face right now and you're sure he's gonna be 100x more merciless on them since they're in the dorm of someone he hates. "not that serious? look at you. you look like you're gonna die from every breath and move you take." he huffed.

how ironic. "didn't you say that it's 'just' a fractured rib?"

leona just ignores you but he's slowed down considerably, which you'd like to think for your sake when he realizes that you indeed,, are struggling whenever you move.

the silence was quite awkward so after a while you decide to speak.

"anyways. if you don't need money just tell me what you do need so I can get it over with as soon as possible."

leona doesn't look at you until you're at the very door of the infirmary itself. since when did you arrive? time flew by quite quick or he's really just that athletic.

you expect not to get an answer till he places his hand on the knob, preparing to open it and then freezing. then, he looks at you finally. "you. i need you to get better so you can come back to me."

you were about to have an inner crisis— scratch that you were having an inner crisis when there's someone clearing their throat and a seemingly long object making contact with a palm. you both turn and see crewel looking quite furious. he points at leona.

"pups and kitties don't get along. scram little one, I'll take care of them."

leona looked like he just didn't care but definitely iffed by crewel ruining the moment.

you hear something about audacity and kitties.

azul ashengrotto

"i... they'd be better off with someone else." azul trails off. looking away and clearing his throat, crewel spares him an unimpressed look. looking thoroughly bold enough to start whipping his little stick around for a spin.

crewel glares at him. "you are the only person in here ashengrotto. do you think this is a choice? would you rather them writhing on the floor then?" at his azul's lips grow thin and he's trying quite hard to avoid the man's narrowed eyes.

he points at jade; who sits at a chair right next to you. the man in question lifts his head, somehow probably feeling the finger pointed at him. jade does look like he already knew it was azul and grins. he feigns confusion. ".. what about jade then..? he's far more equipped to carry them."

azul debates, strangely intent on not being the one to carry you to the infirmary. crewel drags a hand down his face. "no. that pup is injured as well, are you blind? leech has a broken leg." the man points at the poorly done bandages around jade's leg, an indication that the one who did it wasn't exactly a professional.

you just feel like a bystander to this weird conversion going back and forth.

jade places a hand over his knee and rubs it slowly. "ah.. yes, it's quite the chore for me to walk. imagine me carrying someone else, it must be painful." you look back and forth toward the two octavinelle students.

azul looks like the mixture of bursting a nerve and embarrassment. jade looks at him knowing full well that he could have broken another limb and be able to walk just fine. but it's quite funny azul trying to hide a.. fact from you.

"no i—"

crewel shakes his head. "it is final. you carry them there or else."

to his relief crewel ushers jade to follow as he walks out the door. but his friend still had the audacity to smile at him as he passes through the door.

when I get my hands on him I'll...

"it's okay. you can't carry me, right?"

at your seeming reassurance azul flushes and looks like he's at a loss of words. before he can speak you already beat him to it. "jade told me that you can't do much heavy lifting. in your human form that is." you laugh.

azul looks down in shame and embarrassment. perhaps he could scam I mean.. gain a new client that was willing to swap strength with him?

"that's alright. just keep in mind that I'll be looking forward to see how strong you are in your mer-form."

he flushes completely.

wait how was he gonna get you to the infirmary..?

kalim al asim

jamil is in a dilemma.

he isn't usually someone to tolerate another person's presence but your annoying little self still somehow wormed your way into his heart—non consensual of course. he doesn't like worms at all by the way.

so naturally he's a little.. concerned, just a little that kalim insists on being the one to carry you to the infirmary and as far as jamil knew, kalim hasn't exactly been working on his physical stature with the exception of the painfully long, hot walks in the desert.

"jamil! it's okay. really, I got this." kalim flashes the man a bright smile which only further raises his concern or whether or not you're gonna arrive in the infirmary with more injuries than you were supposed to.

it's not that jamil doesn't trust kalim—actually he doesn't.. but the the boy can be quite clumsy and as much as kalim seems to be willing to give you about a thousand gold bars if you asked for it he just isn't convinced.

plus you're as equally stupid.

and the only thing you and kalim don't know about each other is that you're utterly whipped and jamil also didn't consent to knowing this. so he resists the urge to roll his eyes when you nod. "yeah! I'm sure you have other vice-dorm leaders stuff to do!"

"see?!"

if it meant picking between taking the risk and safety of his admittedly, close friend what would he choose?

yeah he's not dealing with this. jamil closes his eyes. "then kalim would have 'dorm leader stuff' to do as well so I trust you to go there yourself?" which is typically jamil's silent threat but totally with love.

kalim looks confused. "I... do?"

miraculously enough he turns to you and you both start acting like you didn't just sprain your knee. "I'm a dorm leader too.. doesn't that mean i have dorm leader stuff too?" your face scrunched up in distaste at the thought of even more work meanwhile kalims brightens.

he seems ecstatic and you do not. "we're the same!"

jamil tries to cut in. "guys please. can we just get (name) to the infirmary first..?" he sighs quietly. wondering what he did in this past life to receive such a troublesome one.

you both ignore him.

"YES. if they finish treating you we can do dorm leader stuff together, let's go!"

you won't be that stupid to turn face at the relevation, rig— oh nevermind you are.

in the end you thankfully did not arrive to the infirmary with an additional injury but you certainly did get a whirling headache when you did from how fast kalim's carpet moved.

jamil swears to never do this again.

vil schoenheit

you're a little worried. if there's anything you're absolutely sure of it's that vil deserves to do everything full of luxury; it lives up to his very existence! some dirt like you compared to a literal diamond? oh geez, you don't even wanna start.

sure you're no better than one of his fans that fell in love with his looks however you can't deny that it was the thing that got you entranced in the first place. though you will admit that vil had a way with words that got you reeling in the second you met.

there's about a hundred things you'd list as to why you like him a lot.

which is why you're doubtful and refuting his offer to carry you. vil must have other better things to do than deal with you just cause of a small little slip. "it's fine. I can do it go do your thing." though vil stares at you pointedly as if looking for confirmation that you actually just turned him down.

"are you looking down on me? I can do this."

in a panic you frantically shake your head. "no!"

you'd never even dream of looking down on vil. if there was anything that was on the bottom it'd be you while he's WAY up there.

vil softly drags his palm against his forehead, careful to not smudge the makeup that lays there. he resists the urge to glare at you—which he apparently could not, since you already avoided his gaze the moment he cast his eyes on you.

"then what is the problem? I do not see one. do you perhaps don't like me?" vil rolls his eyes at you and the sheer audacity in his words to assume that you don't almost has you quaking in your boots!

honestly what's there to not like about him?! sure his mindset about beauty is a little.. strange but it's definitely admirable.

this time you shake your head frivolously, so much that you were actually starting to get dizzy. "absolutely not. don't even say that, I like you the most." you say seriously and your words actually halt vil right in his movements.

he stares at you again and you realize how risky what you said is.

so you throw up your arms and attempt to change the subject. "well. not that it matters, what im saying is! you don't need to dirty yourself for me."

vil raises that judging brow. "no? if you think so highly of me then surely i should treat the one i like most the same."

me..? you think dumbly.

in your flabbergasted state vil takes advantage of you actually end up in the infirmary still stunned to silence as he casually fixes up your appearance.

idia shroud

idia can't tell if he just fell from sheer anxiety or just he couldn't really do it.

but right now all he wants is to dig out a hole, crawl into it and close it then refuse to leave it till the rest of humanity is wiped out from existence because he'll never forget about the embarrassment he's feeling right now.

right, let's rewind! it just so happens that one of the things crowley gave you as work for free residency in ramshackle is that you'd have to assist professors as an assistance of sorts. simple really.

but then no one noticed the way you deliberately freeze in the middle of walking, pretending to sight see outside when your surroundings are literally spinning and your head is pounding from it. there's the peak of the pound then it slowly calms down.

to your unfortunate it didn't mean the pain went away.

it actually hurt you to stand up. more so deal with the bundle of immature third years who aren't any better than the other lower years! you've seen many younger people be more mature than these guys and it's infuriating.

though idia noticed.

it's hard not to when he has no one to talk to, no one to occupy his attention with except you.

so with his full attention of course he noticed the concerning behavior you displayed. and idia debated whether or not to snitch but he has crippling anxiety and his head is just full of doubts. eventually he came to a conclusion that he won't because it'll 'probably be a mistake'

and he did make a mistake, which is not snitching on you. to think he used to say snitches get no bitches. his silence ended up with you passed out on the floor, and your loud thunk completely silenced the whole room.

and now he's the one being ordered to carry you because he 'understood' the lesson best compared to his classmates—and you both knew each other better.

he doesn't even wanna try at all but why the heck isn't ortho answering his comms?! this is a real life EMERGENCY!

between letting you burn up here and possibly humiliating himself idia chooses the latter. his little prophecy did turn out right since when he got you, and lifted you up he tripped immediately.

"good heavens help me..." idia mutters to himself. unable to wait to see his bed and hide in it for the span of the following weeks.

well atleast when you woke up; first thing you saw was idia grinding on your account with his phone since you graciously gave him. he flashes you a wobbly smile and you wonder why he looks exhausted.

malleus draconia

a school play.

you were picked for a school play.

WHY?!?!? was the first thing you screeched in your mind and you didn't even care that there might actually be a mind reader in the room that would hear your screaming and suffer a concussion from how loud and chaotic it is.

either vil wanted to make you better or terrorize you for beating the shit out of him in that stadium since he casted you as one of the main leads who suffers a secret love from the misunderstood villian.

which would've been okay (it's not) if malleus wasn't the misunderstood villian! seriously, who made this play script?

it's not that you hate him it's just that there's a lot of romance scenes. and your heart will absolutely not be able to take the cheesy lines and start bursting into rainbows and stuff.

and the fact that you just kind of, liked him.

wait how did vil even get him to join the play...? you're sure he would've gave up after meeting sebek.

this time the scene is running away from the mages who found out that you made contact with the misunderstood and is now chasing you to most probably imprison you.

set in a snowy plain, you don't know where vil gets all the stuff to make it so realistic cause even you're questioning if this is some hologram or actually reality.

and now you're literally being carried by malleus as the icy weather bites back at you. and of course as a natural response you just sneakily snuggle into his arms more, you hope he really just doesn't notice.

the lines you memorized grow a little hazy but you manage. "are they gone?" you peek behind malleus shoulder. how nice was it to marvel at the world from his height? you don't know how, or when but there's a warmth on your fingers that has you realizing how numb it felt from the cold.

malleus rubs your hands with his own. sharing a quarter of his warmth to you and you're not sure if the warmth should have traveled all the way up to your face. then, he answered. "yes, my love." the nickname wasn't probably meant for you, but rather your character but it still sends you to orbit.

he cradles your face—wait is this part of the script? you don't remember.. malleus runs his thumb just below your cheekbone, pressing gently and once again making you find out about a graze you never really felt till he pulled away and showed you the blood.

didn't vil say there wouldn't be any real life action involved?!

you can spot his eyes just getting a tad, bit darker. "I'll lead you to my tower, stay there and do not move. I just have to deal with.. something." he kisses your forehead.

you resist the urge to scratch your chin.

"cut, cut! all the things you both did wasn't in the script at all." vil facepalms but the blonde beside him looks far more happy. rook flashes you a grin. "encore, encore! what touching improvisation. impressive!"

you eye malleus with concern. "where are you going?"

"to deal with something of course."

but.. didn't the practice just end?

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thewertsearch · 11 months

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See, these three make perfect sense for Dave. We've got the funny meme troll, the funny meme troll, and the funny meme troll who's flirting with him.

TC: ArE YoU ReAdY TC: To gEt tHe hOrNs yOu dOnT HaVe TC: CoNfIsCaTeD AlL LiKe tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN HoNkTrAbAnD ThEy aRe TC: BeInG AlL IlLiCiT As tHe vAsT JoKe iTsElF

Aradia just mentioned the 'Vast Joke', and now Gamzee is using it as part of his trolling efforts. I guess it's a part of Sburb's lore that the kids haven't yet encountered.

I doubt Gamzee will be enlightening us, though. He probably just thinks it's a juggalo thing.

TC: YoU GeTtInG YoUr hOrNs aLl hAnDeD To yOu, If yOu pEePs aNaToMiCaLlY WeRe sUcH To bE LiKe tHaT TC: DoInG ThAt's tO MeAn lIkE YoU GoT MoThErFuCkIn sAsSeD OuT TC: As iN TrOlLeD

It honestly takes a minute of painstakingly parsing his text to even realize that he's trolling - which means he's already succeeded.

TG: oh god thats right TG: you were the best troll

See, Dave gets it!

TG: it was months ago for me TG: you did your bizarrely oblivious juggalo thing TG: then bitched and moaned at me for ruining your religion or some horseshit TG: like i guess a weird crisis in faith i dunno TG: and then TG: you kinda got over that i guess

We haven't seen this conversation, but I could pretty much write it myself:

Gamzee raps at Dave.

Dave memes on Gamzee for being a juggalo.

Gamzee learns that he's worshipping a band from Earth, and realizes how bizarre his situation is.

Then he immediately gets over it. Because, y'know, he's stoned out of his mind.

TC: My mInD'S NoT ThAt sHaRp nOw tHoUgH, iT'S BeEn aGeS SiNcE I HaD A GoOd pIe

Or not - maybe he'll sober up soon.

It'd be funny if a straightedge, post-juggalo Gamzee ended up being one of the more competent trolls - although that would mean more conversations iN HiS qUiRk, which I wouldn't exactly relish.

TC: I WaSn't tHe dUdE Of tImE TC: I WaS ThE TC: ThE MoThErFuCkIn TC: BaRd oF TC: FuCk

Oh, he's a bard! Hell yeah!

Bards are my favorite D&D class. They're charismatic generalists, with a fun, musical flavor to their abilities. It's a good fit for Gamzee, too - bard isn't far from jester, which isn't far from clown.

In Sburb, I imagine that it's an oddball class for Players who don't dance to anyone's tune but their own.

Gamzee barely qualifies as a Player, and is hardly aware of the game going on around him - but I'm sure he'll have his moment to shine. It's worth noting that, if built correctly, a Bard can also be one of the most powerful classes in D&D.

TG: do you remember if you watched any videos TG: from earth [...] TG: youve got to check this out TG: trust me itll lift your spirits shit will all make sense to you finally TG: youll finally figure out who you are and why you worship all this ridiculous clown bullshit [...] TG: http://tinyurl.com/MoThErFuCkInMiRaClEs

Dave has decided he may as well kickstart Gamzee's crisis of faith...

...and accidentally kickstarts a kimessitude that will be written in the stars.

Eat your heart out, Karkat.

#2817 #s76 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2

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bengiyo · 8 months

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Love in Translation Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, this show gave me everything I wanted and more. Yang went on a practice date with Phumjai and genuinely tried to help him see how to be an attentive partner on a date. They had a very good time and had an intense Now Kiss moment. Later, Phumjai couldn't capture that magic on his date with Tammy and DIDN'T kiss her at the end of the date. Instead, Phumjai went to Yang and then Yang kissed him! Incredible: this never happens this quickly in dramas. Also, Phojai and Tag went on a secret date to follow Phumjai and discussed coming out.

Aw, Phumjai panicked and ran away. At least he went to talk to his boys.

Love that Odo and Tag were ready to jump for their boy.

Phojai has such a brother complex.

We got the boys being awkward, and Tammy is coming by today to help the store! Peak drama!

I really love when characters make reasonable choices. Phumjai is clearly uncomfortable since Yang kissed him, so Yang lets him know he'll avoid him since he is the one who overstepped.

The coloring of this show is gorgeous.

Amazing. Phumjai thought Yang was just helping him and he was the only one who caught feelings. Yang assured him the feeling is mutual and gave Phumjai space to sort his feelings for him and Tammy.

Oh shit. Tammy is not dumb and knows she and Yang are rivals.

Tag cornered Yang in the storeroom like Iyanla.

Looks like we're about to dig into Yang's past. That call shook him to the core.

Tag and Yang have confused the hell out of Phumjai at this point. We rarely see Phumjai mope, and never for this long.

Oh, Tag. I'm so sorry Phojai crushed your fantasy with his closeted behaviors. And on a romantic day no less!

Odo really got a dark chocolate candy bar with him image on the wrapper for Qi'er. I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

Now, Yang, this is cruel. Dunno why you're trying to make him hate you, but this is not going to work with the human sun ray that is Phumjai.

What did I say? I love Phumjai.

Now where the hell does Phumjai disappear to next week??

I really like the pace this show has been moving at. Phumjai figured himself out so quickly, and now we've got competing forces pulling Yang back. The ongoing closet tension is also tearing at Tag. Tammy's role as a romantic figure in Phumjai's life hasn't been minimized either. I love this show.

#love in translation #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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justmoveyourhand · 11 months

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ArcV Month: Catch-Up Mode!

Hooo boy was I excited to hear about this. I loved Arc V, and am pleasantly surprised to hear it has a month of prompts. I have no art talent whatsoever, so get ready for a month of text post love gushing.

(heads up, I'm gonna be using sub names. I tried watching the dub after finishing the series subbed initially and it was just not the vibe)

Day 2: Bracelet Girls

These four are an ode to wasted potential. Early Yuzu is probably the strongest lady friend the franchise has ever had. Yes, above Akiza. She's got her own goals and motivations, a solid design, and a believable friendship with Yuya, feeling very appropriately like "our parents are friends so we were forced to hang out a lot when we were little." Trying to figure out who Yuto is without tipping off Yuya off, losing to Masumi and using it to motivate her own growth, and actively seeking out Sora's tutelage all showed her agency, something I to that point didn't expect out of side characters much. Admittedly, that started to fade as soon as she was kidnapped by Yugo in the Battle Royale, but their interaction was a lot of fun, and being thrust into a literal alternate reality would probably curb my independence too.

Serena. Bruh SERENA tho? She was perfect. Fiercely independent. Rebellious. Clever. Interdimensional terrorist-turned-Lancer. Banger outfit design, both in her modified Academia uniform and the street clothes she's in after. Not quite as much focus, due to the cast expanding significantly not long after her introduction, but damn if she didn't steal the show every time she was on screen. She's probably the most competent Lancer, aside from Reiji, and probably in my top ten characters of the series.

While we didn't get much of Rin or Ruri, I can firmly say that Ruri has one of the best designs in the franchise. I'm a sucker for purple, black, and bird motifs (no foreshadowing there whatsoever). I do however enjoy that all 4 girls had functional decks. In the TCG, WindWitch was probably the best generic synchro package you could run until P.U.N.K. came out, Lyrulisc/TriBrigade was meta relevant for YEARS, and while Lunalight isnt quite the powerhouse it used to be, it's still probably the best thing you can do in pauper, and it showcased some of the best card design choices of the early pendulum era; high consistency, recyclability, and the first twinkling of backrow having effects when banished from the graveyard. Unfortunately, it's only competitive success came from duel links or the era where it enabled a Rank4 toolbox, getting Tiger banned, taking the Fusion build out of rouge playability. Melodious...well it wasn't ever truly relevant but I did have a buddy who played it as a floodgate simulator so I have a strong aversion towards it.

I dunno. That's probably it for this one.

#arcvmonth #day 1 and 2 #yuzu hiiragi #bracelet girls #arcV

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knightofconcordia · 1 year

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Hello! I'm here to request. Can you do a Valkyrie(not separated) with reader where they are all preparing for a Live like they do be helping each other getting ready and what happens after the Live? I know it's kinda long so it's understandable why you won't take it but if you do, thank you.(btw sfw pls)

Ooo interesting concept, i'd love to do this req!

I may not be good at coming up with stuff for Valkyrie and I may not know what the hell goes on after lives but I can try!

apologies if it's too ooc!

You tugged on the edges of Mika's costume for the fifth time in the last 20 minutes. "Nnah... Producer-san, I think it's fine already," the boy said, watching you fix every little detail of the outfit. "...right, sorry Mika, I just wanted to make sure you're ready for the Live," you say, smoothing the fabric and standing up. "And you know how Shu's super particular about wrinkles and stuff, right?" Mika giggled lightly at your response.

"What's all the giggling here?" Shu asked as both he and Nazuna came over to the two of you as he'd just finished fixing the latter's outfit as well. "Nothing, nothing," you said with a wave of your hand, still smiling. Shu raised an eyebrow disbelievingly but said nothing.

"Uwaaa Nazuna-nii and Oshi-san look so elegant..." Mika said, looking at the other two in admiration. "Dunno if I can perform the new song all that well-" You were about to say something and looked over at Shu, unsure if you should be the one to say something. However he just crossed his arms expectantly, as if waiting for something. Or someone.

"Mika-chin!" Nazuna's voice broke through Mika's self-deprecating stupor. The smaller male strode forward to stand right in front of him, putting his hands on his hips. "Don't talk about yourself like that, 'kay? We practiced this song a bunch of times and you did great those times! So don't start doubting yourself as soon as we step onstage."

You looked over at Shu again. Did he know this was going to happen? He caught you while your eyes were on him and scoffed quietly. "Kagehira is more than competent enough for these Lives. He has much more potential to bloom than he realizes. If he can't find it in himself to overcome his self-consciousness and doubt, well. Let's just say I won't let that happen."

While Nazuna was encouraging Mika, you turned to Shu, considering his words. You reached over to fix his jabot. "You... see him as a lot more than just a doll, don't you? No matter what he believes, you see him as a partner. A friend. Right?" The pink-haired man smoothed out his clothes as you finished and looked you up and down as if judging you. "Of course. Kagehira is a vital part of Valkyrie, and I consider him as such. I wouldn’t dream of performing without him."

"Ah crap I totally lost track of the time!" You suddenly remembered you weren't there for fun, the four of you actually had a job to do. You checked your watch, and seeing as there was a little time left for goodbyes before they went onstage.

"Alright guys, it's almost time," you said, catching their attention. "You got this. The new song has absolutely nothing on you - you're gonna do great, I believe in you!" You cheered, hoping it would raise their spirits and morale as they were about to leave. Mika smiled, relaxing a bit. "Thanks Producer-san... Knowing that 'ya and Oshi-san and Nazuna-nii believe in me... It feels great!" Nazuna laughed, lightly hitting Mika's back. "Yeah, just trust in me, Y/N, and Itsuki, we're right behind you." "Like always," Shu added with face that seemed to say, "isn't that obvious?"

"Okay! Well there's nothing else I can say except... good luck." You send one last smile to them before escorting them out the door and toward the stage.

Like usual, their performance today was just as mesmerizing and beautiful as ever. They dominated both the stage and their audience, captivating them and holding their attention with elegant dance and rich vocals, the enthralling stage gripping you as you didn’t dare look away. As their producer you had seen them practice and perform many times but it still managed to enchant you every time.

Of course this also meant that when the Live was done you had to rush backstage to get what you had prepare for their return. Also meaning you were as out of breath as they were. “Great job, all of you!” You said, panting as you handed out water to them as they came backstage. Nazuna chuckled softly upon seeing your condition. “Couldn’t look away from the stage, huh?” He teased with a smile. Your face reddened in embarrassment and looked down. “Listen, you- gah… I’m- shut it!”

The four of you sat together in the green room talking and laughing. “So…. any plans after this?” You asked. “Im’a be repairing some of the stuffed toys I found the other day…. nothin’ else much though,” Mika said. “I might just turn in for the night when I get back to the dorms after I eat dinner or something,” Nazuna shrugged, and Shu simply huffed quickly. “I must tend to Mademoiselle… however if time allows I might relax in the ES lounge. Why do you ask?” You grinned at his words. “Good question! I was thinking… I’m taking you guys out to dinner. What do you think? It’s my treat!”

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars valkyrie #ex valkyrie #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #nazuna nito #nito nazuna

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literaticat · 7 months

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When choosing an agent, is it worth taking into consideration if they will be subbing other books in your genre at the same time? I've heard of authors not being able to go out to editors they wanted because the agent had other clients out to those editors. Is this a sign of a not-great agent, or is it relatively common? I'm surprised I haven't seen this brought up as a factor when choosing between offers before.

I think you're overthinking it.

If you aren't sure what OP is talking about [and btw I'm making this up right now, btw, but FOR EXAMPLE]: Let's say there are 7 editors who have "Horror YA!" as their special interest. I, the agent, just went out with a new Horror YA, and all of those editors are looking at it.

You, my new client, have also written a Horror YA. In my opinion, it would be really ideal if I did NOT submit a new Horror YA to all seven of those editors until they are *done* looking at the one I already sent; I don't want to overwhelm the editors, nor do I want my own clients to compete with one another, it's already hard enough out there with all the OTHER stuff that OTHER agents are sending around, at least I can make sure that I'm giving my OWN clients their best chance!

(In my opinion, this is correct and best practices, and to do otherwise would be not-great. But hey, maybe some great agents LOVE to bombard editors with tons of similar material all at once, I dunno. It couldn't be me!)

The good news, though, is that while this can certainly happen, it doesn't really prove to be an issue often in my experience, and it's never a FOREVER issue. First, because there aren't usually only a tiny number of editors who do any given kind of book, in almost every instance, there are plenty of other editors to potentially go to. And, hopefully, an agent is pretty aware of their own list and is taking care not to have books that are so similar at the same time that they'd compete with one another on submission; if I already know I have a certain kind of YA horror ms with a certain tone about to go on submission -- why would I be offering on another project that is incredibly similar? I just wouldn't. So I would avoid this scenario.

Now, let's say I take you on with your Horror YA, and then out of nowhere one of my existing clients comes up with an extremely similar toned book that would certainly go to many of the same editors. Well, it takes time to get manuscripts ready for submission. Sometimes weeks of back-and-forth, sometimes months -- so presumably one of you is going to be actually ready first. I'd go out with that one, and then continue editing/prepping the other one, and then when that one is about ready, strategize timing on that submission.

Just because it's similar doesn't mean you'd NEVER go on submission -- it just might be better to start with some different editors, or wait an extra month or whatever until the lion's share of folks had gotten back to me, or something like that. (And in fact I have sold things in this scenario to the editors who DIDN'T get a chance to buy the first one -- like, I send Book A out, there's a ton of interest, one person ends up winning the auction -- the other folks who were super interested might be QUITE KEEN to see another similar-toned manuscript now!)

(It ALSO might be a situation where it's not even the same genre -- but, let's say I'm waiting for an answer from Editor A on a certain project or we have some big *thing* brewing -- I might have to wait on sending them something new until I hear a response on the first thing. But that doesn't mean that editor will NEVER see your work - just that I have to strategize timing a bit!)

Anyway, there's no possible way that you could prepare for that. How could that be a criteria for choosing an agent? What would you possibly ask them? "Do you have any clients who MIGHT write a book about XYZ at some future date that MIGHT happen to conflict with mine, or who MIGHT work with an editor who I want to work with and because of the status of their project my submission will have to wait a beat?" -- like... ??? Yeah! Probably! But I imagine that it will all work out just fine.

TL;DR - while this scenario can happen, it's not really a big deal if it does, and there's no way for you to plan for it anyway, so don't borrow trouble.

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"Alright, that's another vote for something arson-related," Stede says. "Does anyone else have any suggestions?"

Izzy watches as Alma, sat between him and Louis on the deck, tentatively raises her hand.

Stede's eyes light up. "Sweetheart! Yes, what are you thinking we ought to do to that Dutch ship?"

"The arson ideas are all very good," Alma begins.

"I'd like to set something on fire," Louis interrupts with a grumble. "Alma, they have to do the fire!"

"I didn't say they shouldn't! Shut up and let me talk!"

"You shut up!"

"Dad called on me!"

"Enough!" Izzy interjects. "Alma, go on. Louis, do pirates interrupt like that?"

"No," Louis grumbles and pulls his knees up to hide his face in them. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Izzy says, only to realize the discussion has gone dead. "What?"

"How did you do that?" Stede asks. "With the kids."

"Talk to them?!"

"Think he means the discipline," Ed suggests.

"That's..." Izzy splutters. "You just heard and watched it! That was the talking!"

"Anyway!" Alma shouts over him. "I think I should get stab someone."

"I second that!" Jim calls.

"Bit young for stabbing," Stede winces. "What would Mum think?"

Alma shrugs. "That I'm a really good pirate for my age."

Stede seems to ponder it, then nods. "Izzy, Jim, can you keep an eye out and help her with that?"

Ed scoffs. "Izzy, you aren't really going to help her stab-"

"I stabbed my first person at sixteen and I was fine," Izzy reminds him. "She'll be fine as well."

"Dunno about any of us being 'fine' after stabbing people," Olu offers. "That said, I support Alma's right to stab someone if she wants."

"What about me?" Louis wails. "I'm not going to sit in Dad's room like the last raid. I won't and you can't make me!"

Izzy smirks. "Or what? You'll stab someone?"

He forgets that kids can move quickly, but he expects a punch or an angry stomp from Louis.

Not the knife now sticking out of his shoulder.

"Louis!" Stede gasps. "Where did you get that?"

"They're all over!" Louis replies. "I figured no one would mind if I took one."

"I already took four," Alma admits. "Thought the same."

"We could do better cleaning them up while the kids visit," Ed says. "Most homes with kids tend to keep an eye on the knives I think."

"We'll find them," Alma scoffs.

"Oh, will you?" Ed asks sarcastically. "You won't be able to reach them. I'll make sure of it. I'm way taller than you."

"I'll find a chair."

"I'll have Izzy take the chair away."

"Izzy wouldn't do that!"

"I did just get stabbed by this one," Izzy gestures to Louis, then to Alma. "And she's made very clear she's all for stabbing, Ed. I think it would be in my best interest to actually find her a taller chair at that point."

"Speaking of," Roach interjects. "Iz, shall I do something about that stab wound? Like, we can brainstorm and do first aid at the same time."

"I wouldn't mind that," Izzy admits.

"I'm really sorry," Louis mumbles. "Shouldn't have stabbed you."

He wraps Izzy in a hug, accidentally sinking the knife slightly deeper as he does, but Izzy hugs back regardless.

"Consider it your practice for the raid," Izzy says.

"Seriously?" Louis lets him go only to try and shake him by the shoulders. "You aren't lying? I get to be in the raid?!"

Stede raises a brow.

"Yes, but you stay by me," Izzy replies. "I think Dad would rather you at least be supervised during it."

"Izzy is one of our most competent, so yes, please stay by him," Stede agrees. "Izzy, I presume you don't mind?"

"Your ex-wife terrifies me," he shrugs. "Think that's where Alma gets it from. I'd prefer to keep your kids alive, because if anything happened, after she was done killing you? She'd go after me."

"Yeah, she would," Stede says. "Well, alright then! They are nearly in sight, so let's get ready! Arson and stabbing are the main plan, but as always, do not be afraid to be creative! Make the raid your own!"

"Can we set whoever we stab on fire?" Louis whispers to Izzy. "Alma, you want to, right?"

Her eyes light up, and Izzy ponders if maybe they played pirates a bit too seriously in the past. Then again, he can admit he's encouraging it now, but they're not playing anymore. If they're going to be in a real raid, then they need to act like real pirates.

"What about those sticks of dynamite we found?" Alma suggests.

"When are you two searching the ship like this?" Izzy asks.

"You all have to sleep sometime," Alma says.

"True," Izzy says. "Slightly intimidating too. Good raid energy. Shall we get the knife out of my back before we reach those Dutch bastards and make them regret sailing anywhere near us?"

#text post #ofmd ficlet #I will always be team Stede's kids might eventually want to be pirates too for a time and i support it #let alma stab whoever she wants #ultimately as long as the kids are safe i think skewer handling mary would be fine with them learning a little pirate self defense #... dynamite might be a bit of overkill admittedly but they're having fun!!!#also i so badly want to do something else that's mostly alma sassing ed the entire time #Because u know he'll playfully throw it right back while Stede bursts a blood vessel trying so hard not to laugh at the scene #i know louis seems Rough here but like. i based him somewhat off how my cousins acted at that age #and even the best kid has their moments and wants to be included ya know?

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"you're projecting again." -@ourdyingwords calypso <3

@ourdyingwords || meme

“Wh— Projecting? N-no I'm not! How in the world would I even . . . I don't even know what that means. Swear you're making that up.” But even if he was being totally honest with the whole lack of psychological competence (or something; that was definitely some psych term, right?), he still felt as bashful as if he'd just been called out for something he was used to being guilty of doing. (Like programming the school bell to scream instead of ring . . . just as a random example.)

Took him a moment to realize him denying it vehemently like this might as well have been him point-blank saying, “I'm not projecting; you're projecting,” which was probably the whiniest and least mature way to respond, so.

He tried to earn a couple Cool Points back.

“Look, I just . . . I dunno if it's the best idea, okay?” Yeah, because indecision and insecurity really just amped up those points for him. Officially Cool as Heck. “I know you don't blame Percy, but what about reuniting with him isn't going to be supremely awkward, right? Are you sure you're, uh . . . ready for that kind of thing?” Because, whatever, okay: Leo wasn't.

#ourdyingwords #(answered)#yaaaas i'm so stoked to get to write with your calypso!! :D #meanwhile leo is being insecure as heck AS ALWAYS #like reALISTICALLY he has nothing to worry about AND YET #he's like “look i KNOW you two had a thing for each other”#“and i KNOW percy is WAAAAY more attractive than me so like-”#PICKS HIM UP AND THROWS HIM #don't mind him calypso i promise he'll get past this u.u

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polarisdelphi · 3 months

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Another character sheet I did of another character from the ~thing~ I'm writing: Elisabeta!

Like I said before, the art, the design, the writing, the character is all mine. And I'm pretty happy on how she turned out in the drawing, because I had a very specific look for Elisabeta and, luckily, I managed to achieve it *cries in artist tears*

Her looks, actually, was very much inspired by Gigi Goode. Gigi is very beautiful and terribly talented, she was the only face that popped up in my mind while writing a female powerhouse that is Elisabeta.

Also, Elisabeta is my first trans ftm character and I was so happy she managed to come out as a fully-fledged character rather than a staple - she actually matters a lot to the story and now I'm so attached I want to give her more book time :')

And I'm only saying this because, I dunno, I don't like writing diverse characters only to fill a quota. I want their characteristics to matter to them, but I don't want that to be all they are - I hope I'm making sense here. I was glad to be able to make a character that reflects her character, hopes and dreams just like any other person and any other characters - and not another one of those "here, have a diversity character whose personality is only that and who'll disappear without any actual consequences to the story"

More on her and the story below the cut!

Olympia is a city that will eat you alive if you give it the chance. Many survive in it, but few actually make it.

The Wolves of the Kárpati are known and dangerous, being one of the most feared mobsters in Olympia. They are a family and can - and will - protect themselves and eliminate everything in their way. The Alpha of the Wolves, their boss, is always one of the most respected - both by law enforcement or mercs trying to make it in the city of broken dreams.

Elisabeta assumed as the Alpha right after the passing of her father, having to prove herself fit to be the first woman to ever lead the Kárpati - born as a boy, she always hid her true self while competing with her vicious brother, Omor, who would take over; having to admit who she really was and face her father, fighting for his approval, wasn't easy - but, in the end, he died happy knowing his beloved daughter would be a perfect Alpha and make the Kárpati thrive.

Omor didn't accept things as well, though. Even if his sister is Alpha, he doesn't lose the opportunity to sting her with misgendering or bringing up her previous past when she wasn't really herself. Elisabeta only accepts this behaviour because of their sibling bond, but, after she learns horrifying truths from Omor's daughter, her most beloved person in the world that she loves as her own daughter, Elisabeta is ready to show how vicious and merciless she can be.

"I don't enjoy violence for violence's sake. But you hurt me - or worse, you hurt one of my own - I will watch you bleed slowly at my feet, with a smile on my face, having you beg for mercy even when you know, deep in your heart, there is none inside my own." - Elisabeta, sitting by her desk, regal posture, cup of tea on her table, watching you with a glint of fire in her glowing red eyes.

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I am still learning how to write trans characters, though. if something isn't well written or too vague and seeming like I'm glossing over, please, feel free to tell me. I'm always willing to learn and I'm still developing my character writing skill!

(alsoooo English isn't my first language, so yeaaaah, it'll be nice to know if some ideas aren't as well articulated as I thought HAHAHA)

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Heyyyy requests are BACK OPEN! How are u girl?? I missed causing anarchy in you inbox lol.

I wanted to be the first to ask, dunno if I made it but it's the intention that counts. I really love your writing and I can't get enough of it,,,, so I have an ask 😁

As you may know now, I love an angst, so how about when reader is kinda gossiping w her friends she finds out Petra likes Levi and her father think they should get married soon, so she just like shuts out from the world, get more quiet to try to get rid of her feelings for Levi.

And when he confesses to her (or tries to get her on a date, if that's more like him), she is just like "I want to buy I can't" so his reaction is ??????

And maybeee a bit inspired by "Slow dancing in the dark" by Joji, kinda like "u should be w her, I can't compete" "don't follow me, I'll end up in your arms" vibe.

I hope Ur okay w it my sweet queen and favorite author in the entire tumblr 💗 💓 💖

Well, well, well, who do we have here. Hello there. All my love to you too! You're incredible and wonderful <3 Thank you for being here.

I wish I was her.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, love, hidden feelings, canon world, confessions, Levi confesses, emotional, angst, happy ending.

Concept: You've fallen for Levi and have loved him for a long time. You're ready to confess, but you hear Petra talking about her Captain and how she loves Levi and her father approves. You like Petra and believe she deserves happiness, so you shut down emotionally and pour yourself into work. Levi notices the change and decides now is his chance is to ask you on a date. You refuse and admit you'd love to. You both talk and you finally tell him why you're holding back.

No Petra hate in this story. Please no Petra hate in the comments, this story is simply falling in love with someone and your friend loves the same person and how hard it can be.

You sat on the training grounds with your books and papers. You were a top researcher for the scouts and never went out to fight titans, you just stayed behind and tried to make improvements to the scouts in all aspects.

You frowned when you heard talking getting closer. You looked up to see the cadets coming over. "Hello, ladies."

Nanaba sat down and smiled. "Hey. You are lost in work again."

Petra picked up some papers. "You're amazing! Look at all of this."

You blushed. "Oh, I'm nothing compared to you ladies. You kill titans and I just sit on my ass all day."

Nanaba frowned. "Your research helps us."

Petra nodded. "She's right. You've helped us improve so much." She smiled a little. "Must be nice seeing your hard work pay off. Plus, you get to work closely with all the commanding officers."

You thought about how much Levi wanted to work with you and how that led to you falling in love. "Yeah, it's nice, but you get to fight with them."

Nanaba groaned. "Mike isn't that fun to work for. He teases me all the time."

"Maybe he likes you."

She blushed. "Oh, I dunno."

Petra smiled. "I agree, he might." She nibbled her lip. "I know someone I'd like to have feelings for me."

You looked at Petra. "Who's that?"

Nanaba smirked. "I think I know. A certain cleaning obsessed Captain."

Your stomach dropped as Petra blushed. "You're in love with Levi?"

Petra nodded. "Yes. I'm in love and I've told my father about him. Father said we should hurry up and marry because Levi is a good strong man."

You smiled a little as you held back tears. "I think you two would make the perfect couple. I really do. You both enjoy cleaning, and tea and you're both skilled soldiers. It's a perfect match."

Nanaba hummed. "It seems so."

Petra laughed. "Oh, well I don't know, but I wouldn't mind being with him."

You slapped your book closed. "Wouldn't mind? Petra, clear your head of all the mess and answer fast. Do you want to be with Levi?"

"Yes."

"Do you love Levi?"

"Yes!" She gasped. "Oh, I didn't...huh...you're amazing."

You smiled at her as you cried inside. "It works so well." You hummed a laugh. "When it comes to love and wanting someone, we hesitate. Just go for it. We live a life where we can die any day. Don't die with regrets." You gathered your things up. "It's lunch. We should head inside."

Nanaba walked with you. "You're pretty smart."

You hummed. "I'm not smart in the sense most people think of, but I am people smart." You smiled at both ladies. "I just have this click in my head."

"That's kind of useful."

"Not when titans are the threat. Maybe if it were humans."

Petra opened the doors to the mess hall. "Oh, Levi's here. You joining us for food?"

You shook your head. "I have a paper to finish, but you go ahead."

She frowned a little. "But you always eat with Levi and the others."

You looked over at Levi to see he'd noticed you. "Ah, not always." You looked back and smiled. "Maybe you should join him Petra." You backed up. "I'm going to be in my office finishing work. I have food in there, so I'll be okay." You waved. "Bye."

You kept smiling as you walked away from them. As soon as no one could see you, your smile dropped as you felt your throat close up from holding back sobs. You held kept it together as you ran to your office. You slammed the door shut and held back making your head and chest burn.

You controlled your breathing. You closed your eyes and took in deep slow breaths until your body had calmed down fully. You approached your desk and put your things down. You slapped your cheeks and focused. You knew Petra deserved happiness because she worked so hard. Petra was the most wonderful person you knew and she was so very strong.

You sat down and felt the world close in around you. You knew that to give Petra her happiness, you had to throw away your feelings for Levi. You were going to stay in your office as much as possible. People wouldn't bat an eye at it because you were often in your office working hard.

You lost track of time and days because you threw yourself into your work. You didn't socialise with anyone. You avoided your friends and colleagues and just told them that you were working on something big and you were on a roll with your work.

You worked so hard that you lost weight, slept at your desk and even had a small nosebleed one day. You got so weak and tired from overworking, that one day you passed out making your head slam against your desk. You passed out and fell into a deep sleep with your head on the desk.

Levi had been worried sick about you. He knew something wasn't right when you stared at him in the mess hall, then ran off. He hadn't seen you for almost a week and it scared him. He cared about you so much that spending a day without you was torture.

He tried to see you and whenever he did, you were either in your bathroom, in your bedroom or out getting food. Levi was beginning to suspect you were avoiding him. He'd had enough and his heart was screaming your name.

He opened your office door and saw you lying on your desk. He called your name softly, but you didn't respond. He closed the door behind him and walked right over to you. He said your name again, but still nothing. He panicked. He ran over to you and checked your pulse.

Levi let out a sigh of relief. "Tch, shit brat. You are sleeping like the dead." He lifted you up to sit back. "Brat...you look like shit." He picked you up like a bride, and then carried you into your bedroom. "What the hell is going on with you?" He lay you on the bed, then tended to you and made sure your head was cleaned up because you banged it badly. "Silly brat."

You inhaled and opened your eyes. "Where am I?"

"In bed in your room."

You blushed when you registered who was with you. "Levi?" You sat up. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

He held your shoulders. "You should lie down."

You shook your head and pushed Levi's hands off you. "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to."

He let out a long sigh. "Do it for me, please. I'm worried sick about you."

You welled up. "Don't say things like that."

"Why?"

You rubbed your tears. "Because you give me hope."

"Hope?" He lightly touched your cheek. "Speak brat. Don't act like you can't shit."

You looked away. "Hope that you like me more than a friend."

He blushed at your words. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "But I do like you more than a friend. I have been dying to ask you on a date, but you locked yourself away. So, do you want to go on a date? I'll set up a nice dinner under the stars. I've planned it all."

You welled up. You gasped and shook as you fought emotions. "I really want to, but I can't."

"Can't? What do you mean you can't?" He cupped your neck. "Are you sick or something? That's okay I'm happy to wait."

You pulled his hands off you. "I can't because of Petra."

"Petra?"

You nodded and sniffed. "She's a dear friend to me and she confessed that she's in love with you and her father approves. Her father even wants you both to get married."

"M...m..." Levi groaned. "Tch, shit. I didn't know she felt that way."

You rubbed your tears. "You and her are a wonderful match. You should get together. You'll be happy and good."

He frowned. "But I don't want her. I respect her as a soldier. She's an impressive woman, but my heart belongs to you. I'm in love with you."

You blushed. "You shouldn't love me."

"Why?"

"Because I love you so deeply. I've loved you for a long time!" You shook a little. "I can't betray my friend! She wants you and no one knows I love you. People will think I'm a terrible person. I am terrible for wanting you and loving you."

Levi pulled you into a hug. "No, no you're not. You can love whoever you want, okay? You're allowed to love me. I love you so deeply." He pressed his forehead against yours. "My heart beats to your name. My body aches to be held by you. I can't let you go. I need you. I want you. Allow yourself to love me. If you don't, you'll keep doing this for the rest of your life. People fall in love and get crushes all the time. I love you and I'm sure as shit that someone else in the scouts loves you as well, but I'm not going to hold back because I can't predict who you love. I love you and you love me, so we should be together. I'm sorry to the people who love you and me, but we have a shot. Don't throw it away by being selfless."

You panted as emotions surged through you. You wanted to hold back and let Levi be Petra's, but it was so hard when Levi was talking about loving you and not Petra. You didn't want to be selfish and put your love for this man first, but you did.

You pressed your lips against Levi's and hummed in happiness. You let the tears flow as Levi cupped your face and kissed you with fire in his heart. His kisses were possessive, desperate and loving. You were both breathless in the moment. You lost all strength when Levi's tongue slipped into your mouth. You clung to him and moaned as his hot tongue moved with yours. Your head got fuzzy as your heart raced in your chest.

You pulled back and panted. "Dizzy."

Levi lay you down. "Sorry, I got carried away." He moved the hair from your face and smiled a little. "You're so pretty."

You blushed. "I look like hammered shit right now."

"Still beautiful." He got up and pulled his boots off, then he yanked yours off. He took off his jacket and cravat before climbing onto the bed. He tucked you and him in, then he held you. "I'm going to take great care of you, brat. You'll be protected and loved."

You clung to Levi's chest. "Wh-what about Petra."

"I'll have a chat with her. I'll be nice, don't worry." He rubbed your back. "As for you. I'm ordering you to have two weeks off and in those two weeks, we're going on a date every day."

You blushed. "A date a day for two weeks? I can't wait."

#aot levi #levi #fanfic #levi ackerman #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #snk levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot x you #captain levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff

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nsfwnct · 3 years

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A Little Rougher

Pairing: Lucas + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Subtle puppy play, Dom Lucas, rough grabbing, choking, dirty talk, pet names, praise, subtle degradation, mention of bruises, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1456

"Good girl." Lucas mumbles mindlessly, petting your head as he scrolls through his phone. You had your head in his lap and were watching Final Space with Xiaojun and Yang Yang who were sat on the other couch.

"NOOOOO!" The three of you scream collectively as you watch your favourite character get kidnapped again and you can practically hear Lucas roll his eyes, resulting in a deep pout as you sit up, staring at him with sad puppy eyes.

"Why are you being so grumpy?" Your question results in a raised eyebrow that eventually falls with a sigh, his arm wrapping around your waist and his phone dropping as he pulls you against his side.

"I'm not being grumpy. You've been watching this for hours though and I'd like attention at some point." He usually wasn't quick to admit his needs but sometimes he just wanted to be able to have his hands on you. You understood that, of course, and are quick to throw the remote over to Yang Yang, grabbing Lucas' hand and pulling him up.

"Don't give me any spoilers!!" You should back as you drag your boyfriend to his room, locking the door as he gets comfortable on the bed. It wouldn't be the first time a roommate was locked out around here.

"Come here." Lucas spreads his arms, clearly expecting you to join him which you happily do, shuffling in beside him and pressing your back to his chest, fidgeting for a minute to get as close as possible. "Stop doing that." He sighs with frustration, only encouraging you to wriggle more.

"Why?" You don't try to hide the mischief in your voice, taunting him a little bit.

His hand grips your hip in a useless attempt to keep you still. "Because it's been a while and we kept getting caught." He notably groans when you roll over, immediately noticing the smirk on your lips. Thankfully for you, he quickly changes his tune when your hand sneaks between you both to palm over his already half hard length.

"Sooo we won't get caught this time? No point in punishing yourself." You start peppering kisses along his neck and he gives in to his urges, quickly moving his body on top of yours, his arms beside your chest and his lips pressing against your own gently. You whine for more, kissing him deeper as you continue your previous task, struggling with his jeans for a minute before you manage to get them unbuttoned and unzipped, shoving them down a bit to roughly in your frustration.

"Careful, puppy."

You sigh happily at the nickname being said in his slightly raspy voice, wrapping your hand around his length and giving shallow strokes that distract him from his original train of thought. He focuses instead on attempting to leave a heart shaped love bite on your shoulder. He considered it his signature when you two had sex and it had almost become a subtle brag whenever it was pointed out by one of the other members, knowing that a few of them had their own little crushes on you.

"Ow!" You yelp slightly when he sucks a little harder than usual, not expecting the extra pain. Confusion paints your face as he pulls away completely, staring down at you with concern.

"Are you okay?" It was sweet of him to be worried, really, but it's not exactly what you were looking for.

"Why'd you stop?"

His face mimics your own. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

You groan in response, sliding your hands under his shirt and pressing your nails slightly into his chest.

"You can be a little rougher. I don't mind." He coughs slightly to try and hide the groan that slips when you whimper. He didn't want you to ever think that he would genuinely hurt you.

"I dunno baby..." He wants to try it with you. He really does. He just can't help but hesitate.

"You don't have to..." You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down a little, the weight of his body resting on yours. You gently stroke his cheek, staring up at him with shining eyes. "But if you did want to... I would really like that.~" your voice drops a tiny bit and these a subtle sigh to it as you think about all the potential things he could do. "I know you'd make me feel so good. I promise I'll be a good puppy for you." He snaps on your last sentence, pushing his hips into your own before tugging off your shorts, happy to see there were no underwear to compete with.

"Tell me if it's too much ok?" You nod and he relaxes, moving back a bit. His large hands grip your thighs as he moves down, laying between your legs and placing your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them to trap you in place. A loud moan rips from your throat as he wastes no time in diving in, his tongue gliding over your pussy to savour the taste of you before it moves to your clit, slowly stroking back and forth. You know he's teasing you and you throw your arm over your face with an exasperated groan.

"Please don't be mean to me." His fingers dig in to your sensitive skin, a feeling that tells you that you might end up with bruises as he stares straight into your eyes.

"Don't be so spoilt." His voice is stern and sure and it makes you melt, finally seeing the side of Lucas that you had been yearning for.

You don't resist when he takes his time torturing you for a good 20 minutes. You had lost all ability to think the second his fingers joined the mix, moaning uncontrollably as he thrust them in and out of you slowly, stroking your gspot every time. He was truly blessed with talent, knowing every move that made you want to obey him forever.

"Please... Please I just... I need you so bad." You weren't sure if you could take anymore, so desperate to feel him inside of you that you thought you might cry.

You're almost relieved when he finally moved away, his fingers stroking your side to comfort you.

"You've been so good. My pretty puppy." He sighs with his own kind of relief as he presses his cock against your entrance, slowly bottoming out. You choke on your moans, completely overwhelmed. It had clearly been longer than you thought, no longer as well adjusted to his size. Of course, he found that to be an ego boost.

You press your hips up too meet his when you're ready and he doesn't wait any longer, thrusting into you deeply, keeping his pace slow as he wraps a hand around your throat, a hungry look in his eyes that makes you clench around him.

"You look so good like this. Look at me, puppy." His other hand roughly grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, whimpers flowing freely from you. You were in pure bliss with the treatment he was giving you, whining as his thrust got harder, hips rolling against you every time he thrust in. You took pride in the loud groans he couldn't control every time you intentionally clenched around his cock, his thrust getting messier every time.

"You're so funny." He glared at you, rolling his eyes before his free hand joins the one on your throat, your body trembling as he takes it just far enough to make you dizzy before his hands remove completely, taking up a spot on your thighs so that he can push them up to your chest as he starts fucking you harder, practically growling at how good you felt around him, your dripping pussy hugging his cock.

"Do you wanna cum? Is my dumb puppy gonna cum for me?" He laughs slightly, a condescending action that only encourages your orgasm, your pussy practically fluttering.

"Please " Is all you can manage, your voice strained from the amount of noise you were making. You're thankful when he starts rubbing gentle circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge within minutes. Your entire body shakes with the intensity, his own high catching him by surprise, his body pressing hard against your own as you both ride it out.

It takes a few minutes for you both to come to properly, realising you were laying there covered in sweat and fluids.

"Can you help me shower?" You ask with signature puppy eyes and he nods, immediately standing and picking you up, deciding to worry about the mess on the sheets when you were done.

#nct smut #nct u smut #lucas smut #yukhei smut #xuxi smut #wayV smut #wayV lucas smut #nct lucas smut

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I mean look at Battle Royale, Hunger Games, Divergent, Ready Player One etc. People look at books and stuff about poor people being controlled and forced to fight in stupid situation and go "ha wonder what that's about what if I made a version of this."

Like mainstream media managed to make Hunger Games entirely about the love triangle in a shocking display of irony. I think people just don't... get the message.

And like I know Mr. Beast does a lot of charity but even take his Minecraft Squid Game. Surprise surprise the millionaire who's a millionaire because of Minecraft won a Minecraft game. And all the ccs under Mr Beast's tweet asking to be in Squid Game when they'll never ever need the 45.6k he's offering is just like oh come on.

Idk it's just so... why? Mr Beast Jimmy my dude you already make non rich people compete in silly tasks for entertainment and yes they usually walk away with money or prizes anyways and don't you know ever die but why Squid Game.

~sally

People would rather do anything other than self-reflect. The Hunger Games is a really, really great story imo and I hate that it's all hidden behind not only the love triangle but also this strange, idealized version of the capitol's eccentric fashion... like it's so apparent that most people would be Snow sooner than they'd be Katniss and while yes, it's just a book, the way we react to and consume it says a lot about who we are. Idk, many thoughts.

As for the Squid Game stuff specifically, similar deal. I'm not saying Mr. Jimmy Beast is a terrible person - dunno much about him outside of random facts and anon opinions tbh - but honestly "recreating squid game" for Mr. Beast feels like just another video. "I made people do things they wouldn't usually do for money" is half of his content, while the other half is "already pretty-well-off people battle for more money" (my parent watches Mr. Beast and their biggest complaint is that he's always giving money to his friends instead of people who need it LOL). And that makes it worse because he's putting it into the context of the show without considering the actual implications of that. It's easy to say it's stupid to read that far into it but it's also easy to dismiss the economic systems that tear apart peoples' lives.... 🤷‍♀️ I'm not sure if I'm making sense. I just think that if he had to capitalize from the hype, he could've at least gone about it in a way that wasn't merch sales and clout-farming.

#angel answers #sallysalmonkin #discourse

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danwhobrowses · 3 years

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One Piece Chapter 1026 - Initial Thoughts

And we return The weeks always feel longer without it but One Piece is back from its big 3-part colour spread and a well-earned rest for Oda

But now we return to the Dragon Action, taking it by the ball Z Or something along those lines

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release as Well

A sweet Nami cover this time, making a fashion line with Leo in the style of Bell-mere's Sunflower/Lion design - which tbf could've been Thousand Sunny foreshadowing now that I think about it

Man, the Flower Capital is just a big bowl for Onigashima isn't it? I wonder if Onigashima was originally where the Flower Capital was, and when it was thrown into the ocean they built the Flower Capital from the remains

Hitetsu's worrying about Tama, even though he could've easily been competent enough to fight, but I guess someone has to look after Toko - where's Onimaru btw?

Even more ominous is that Onigashima isn't too far from the Flower Capital now

One of the eye print spies who can broadcast seems to be at the scene of the dragons, able to confirm that there are two dragons, one's being rode by Luffy and Yamato has been fighting Kaido

Luffy does want to encourage Momo to do Dragon Things but he's still being unsure about himself, deciding to dodge the Blast Breath rather than fire one of his own

Quietly, Luffy tells Momo to do something, something he's not entirely sure about, but Luffy's already off to hammer down a Gear Third Elephant Gun

Bite Kaido!? That's a Luffy and a Goku move there, when in doubt bite your enemy

Momo's reluctant, but then memories of Oden Castle steel his nerves

Crazy sonofabitch did it, Kozuki Momonosuke just bit the Yonko Kaido, and boy did Kaido not see that coming

Though it's not doing as much damage as hoped, but when Kaido stares him down Momo stares right back

Yamato looks to come rescue Momo but Luffy's back with the conqueror's punch

Ah shit, the dragons have clouded up the Moon again, meaning that Inu and Neko have been pushed back to their normal forms at the mercy of Perospero and Jack

Oh man Jack's hybrid form just keeps looking worse, he has a whole mammoth's ass

Pero you should really not gloat about having luck

Carrot honey you need to contribute more in this fight please, it hurts to see you go to waste

The performance floor still is getting the broadcast from the transmission guy, where Momo's name is clearly heard to identify the safety of the young lord to the allies

Luffy got a point, if Momo can bite a Yonko what's he scared of now

Yamato is just enjoying the ride at this point

As Luffy encourages Momo to stop Onigashima, Zoro and Sanji show disbelief that they're talking about Momo

Once more Luffy stands his ground, declaring he will defeat Kaido

I wonder if BM lowkey respects Luffy at this point, or if she's just laughing it all off

Kid's 'fuckin' better' gets me though XD dude went from wanting to take Kaido's head to letting Luffy do it

Law too just pulling his passive aggressive comments

For the rest of the alliance, spirits are high, mainly out of relief that Momo and Luffy are indeed alive

Kaido though is back in his hybrid form, ready to challenge Luffy once again

Apt that Luffy says 'anything can happen' because the two Conqueror's clash parts the skies just like WB/Shanks and Kaido/BM did, the transmission guy is KO'd and the clash parts the heavens, letting the moon shine in

I'd say Perospero is about to eat his words but with that fatass tongue of his it's a surprise he can eat anything

Citing Oden Nitoryu, though clearly not using Nitoryu, Inu and Neko defeat Pero and Jack. I think Pero's candy arm has shattered too

Orochi get your bitch ass out of hiding so we can finish that last head off!

So we're back to Luffy vs Kaido now, which is great, I'm curious though what Yamato will now do though, maybe help Momo with stopping Onigashima from falling? Dunno how but it could work out.

Luffy definitely should get props for sparking confidence in Momo, telling him to bite Kaido was childish on the surface but it also served as a motivation for Momo to act his newfound age.

While I'm not surprised that Inu and Neko won, I am still let down that Carrot doesn't get the final blow on Perospero, since she was most affected by witnessing Pedro's death. I dunno I think I just want more from her, especially since I think she'd be cool in the Nakama. Considering that in Whole Cake she successfully outwitted and defeated 3 of BM's children including Daifuku, plus Randolph a high ranking Homie also plus any of Kaido's gifters during their skirmish at Zou, she deserves some props.

Orochi's return to the field could spell bad things for Inu though, I still think he's gonna die but it's gonna suck if it's thanks to Orochi rather than in combat. At the moment though he seems to want to keep his distance, probably looking for a safe way off the island, but we should definitely be wary of him for the time being.

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a-blue-secret · 3 years

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CHAPTER IV

BACK TO MASTERLIST

Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 3.2k+

AN: I did a little fencing when I was younger, so this is based on my very limited experience. I had fun writing this part- there's not as much angst!

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

So how good are you at fencing, Yeonjun?” Beomgyu asked, picking up his foil. He’d already finished getting dressed, and was waiting for Yeonjun to be ready too.

“Me? Oh, I am by no means a master,” Yeonjun said as a servant tightened his gloves. “But I am rather good, if I do say so myself. How about you, Your Greatness?”

“Well, I am a master myself. Be prepared to lose in the sorest ways possible,” Beomgyu grinned. Yeonjun smiled back, picking up his own mask and foil. “Ready?”

Yeonjun nodded, and stepped aside. “After you, Your Greatness.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

“En guarde.”

They raised their foils towards each other.

“Pret.”

Beomgyu was rather surprised to see Yeonjun’s stance looking so firm. No one he’d sparred with had looked that comfortable in a fencing stance before.

“Aller.”

Beomgyu advanced almost immediately, thrusting his foil out towards Yeonjun’s side. The elder back-stepped quickly, staying just out of reach. They exchanged hits, moving backwards and forwards as they alternatively defended and attacked. Finally, Beomgyu managed to strike Yeonjun on his back, using the flexibility of the foil to curve it round to touch Yeonjun. They parted, panting.

"Break?" Beomgyu offered. Yeonjun nodded, already taking off his face guard.

As a servant handed them a towel each, they walked over to a table with drinks on them.

"Wow, you're pretty good," Yeonjun marveled, gulping down the water. "No one I've met has ever been able to perform that so well before."

"Thanks," Beomgyu said, patting the towel along his hairline. "It takes ages to master as well. I'm not surprised there are few people you know who can execute it."

"How did you learn it?"

"My father," Beomgyu explained. "He was a general slash Lord. He taught me how to fence, how to do bareback horse riding, how to sword fight, and so much other stuff."

Yeonjun nodded. "Wow. Your father sounds so cool."

Beomgyu smiled. "He was. Anyway, how did you learn fencing?"

"In court. I was born a noble, so it's kind of a given that I had to know how to do it, so I was taught by fencing masters."

"Cool. Here in Gojongja, I believe we have a swordsmanship school where the kids can learn sword fighting and fencing. It's kind of like a summer camp thing I think? I heard we had it anyway."

"I heard that you do."

Beomgyu set down his glass, and placed his mask on top of his head. "Ready to go again?"

Yeonjun grinned. "Get ready to be beaten by me."

Beomgyu laughed, taking his foil from a servant as they walked back. "Oh, you wish."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"It almost looked like you were using a whip! How did you do that?"

Beomgyu and Yeonjun finished fencing (with Yeonjun not even managing to touch Beomgyu once), and Beomgyu suggested they go do archery. They were currently walking through the castle to find the door which led to the outdoor fields.

Beomgyu laughed. "You're not going to let go of that, are you?"

"No, I'm not! I've never seen someone do that before!"

Beomgyu let out a chuckle, tapping the side of his nose. "It's a secret."

"...It was luck, wasn't it?"

"What are you talking about?? It was a tactic which I 100% meant to use, and how dare you think otherwise!"

"Yeah it was. Don't deny."

".... Okay fine, maybe it was, but it was still cool, right?"

Yeonjun looked at Beomgyu, and they both burst out laughing. Their light-hearted banter reminded Beomgyu of how it used to be between him and Taehyun. With Taehyun always saying a sarcastic comment, or seeing through Beomgyu's bravado, and then all it took was one shared glance and they'd start laughing. The thought made Beomgyu a little sad, and then angry. He pushed thoughts of Taehyun aside. He shouldn't be thinking about the younger. Right now, it was about bonding with Yeonjun, and becoming friends.

"So," Beomgyu said. "You have any experience in archery?"

"Oh, loads," Yeonjun said. "I'm a bit of a Robin Hood myself."

"Ah," Beomgyu sighed regretfully. "I'm not the best archer in the field, so it seems like in this sport you'll have the upper hand."

"Hey, don't doubt yourself," Yeonjun said. "You never know! You might beat me again."

"No, but archery seriously isn't my strong suit," Beomgyu said. "I remember in one of my archery classes, we were meant to hit the board which was like three metres away, and I managed to get the arrow caught in the tree. Behind us."

Yeonjun laughed. "But this was when you were little, right? Surely much has changed since then."

"It was five years ago."

"See? Five years! Not that bad, eh?"

"I was twenty."

"Ah." It was obvious Yeonjun was at a bit of a loss as to what to say to that. Beomgyu laughed, nudging Yeonjun.

"I'm joking! I was five. This wasn't five years ago, don't worry. I've improved since then, I'm sure. I think. I hope."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

Beomgyu stared at Yeonjun's target. The elder had managed to get two in the bullseye, and three in the red ring. He was watching intently as Yeonjun shot his last arrow.

Thwip!

It landed right in the center of the yellow bullseye, and Beomgyu clapped.

“Whoo! Well done!”

Yeonjun grinned, and playfully bowed. “Well, I did say I was a master at archery.” He sighed a little regretfully, walking up to the target to tug at the arrows. “It’s annoying I didn’t get these three in the bullseye too.”

“You're good, though. Like, really good."

"Thanks. How did you- oh," Yeonjun laughed, seeing Beomgyu's target. Beomgyu had managed to hit everywhere apart from the centre. "Hey, at least you hit one into the red ring, right?"

"That one I shot with my eyes closed."

"Even better!"

Beomgyu laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I was aiming for the target's leg."

"You what?!"

“Yeah. That was my last arrow, and I thought, ah, whatever, let’s just aim for the leg stand, and then it just flew straight to the red ring.”

Yeonjun shook his head in wonder. “Wow. I guess archery really isn’t your area of expertise, huh?”

“Standing archery isn’t, but I can do it pretty well on horseback," Beomgyu said conversationally, going to take his arrows out of his own target.

“Woah,” Yeonjun said. “I can sort of do it, but isn’t it harder when you’re moving?”

“I dunno,” Beomgyu shrugged. “I find it easier because the momentum adds to the power of the arrow, and I was pretty much brought up on horseback.” He mimed going up and down as if on a horse, and brought an imaginary bow up to eye level and mimed shooting into the air. “Yeah, I find it easier on horseback.”

“That’s so weird! Most people are the other way round, because you have to take your hands off the horse, and your legs are like the only thing securing you. You must have really strong thighs then.”

“Yeah,” Beomgyu laughed. “I do. But my butt’s been hurting like hell recently every time I’ve gotten on a horse, so I’ve been taking a break from horse riding.”

“Well, you still up for a little horse riding session?”

“Hell yeah! I miss Toto.”

“Toto?”

“He’s my horse! Well, I say mine, but really he’s one with nature.” Beomgyu began talking animatedly to Yeonjun about Toto as they walked to the stables. “Oh, and just a fair word of warning: some of our horses are very, um, unique.”

“Unique, huh?” Yeonjun laughed. “We have unique horses back home. One of them has three legs.”

“Three legs? They’re not a race horse, are they?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said yes, would you?”

“No way! You make the three-legged horse run a race?”

“No, but Nellie is really, really good. Seriously! She’s won three times out of the five races she’s competed in.”

“Three-legged horse wins the race, hmm?” Beomgyu mused. "Well, our horses are even more unique than that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You'll see."

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

“I… When you said they were unique, I didn’t think you meant like this.” Yeonjun was staring at a horse in a dumbfounded state. The horse nickered, tossing its orange mane. Yeonjun started a little, stepping away. His wide eyes were fixed on her orange, beak-like muzzle. “How do you even breed these types of horses?”

“Easy. They breed among themselves. No, we don’t cross-breed the different animals,” Beomgyu laughed at Yeonjun’s shocked stare. “Starburst, for example, the horse you’re looking at. She’s just like that. We think a curse, but we’re not sure. Orion over there, though, is a type of elemental horse we found in the woods. He's among the last of his kind, and we're breeding them until they flourish again.” Beomgyu patted Orion's watery muzzle. "We're going to protect you, aren't we? As for Starburst, we're trying to make sure she stays okay while under a curse."

“How old is she?” Yeonjun asked, still standing a good deal away from Starburst.

“I don’t know. I think Taehyun said she’s been around even before he was born.”

“Woah.” Yeonjun raised his eyebrows. “He’s around the same age as you, isn’t he? And Starburst looks so young.”

“Yeah, Kang’s a year younger than me. I dunno, she might be immortal.”

“Can I…?” Yeonjun gestured to the horse.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu said. “Despite her appearance, she doesn’t bite. Well, she doesn’t bite much. Stroke her nose. She likes that.”

“How do you know so much about them?” Yeonjun asked, gingerly reaching out to Starburst. “About court and stuff.”

“Kang and I used to be best friends. He told me so much about everything. Also, I’ve been doing my own asking around. I like horses.” Beomgyu walked up to a greenish horse with a feather-like mane standing in the corner. “Hello, hello. Yes, I’m back now. Did you miss me?” The horse whinnied, tossing its mane before nuzzling its nose into Beomgyu’s shoulder. The boy laughed, stroking the horse. “Alright, alright, I get it. I missed you too, Toto. Are you ready for a ride?” He turned to Yeonjun. “You picked a horse yet?” he asked.

Yeonjun was still staring in surprise at the unusual horses. “I knew you had pegasi,” he said. “Those take part in your wars and parades. I knew about the unicorns, ‘cause we have them too. But everything else?” He turned around, face a mixture of shock and awe. “I didn’t even know half of them existed.”

“Benefits of our long history of preserving wildlife and our abundance of wild forests, I guess,” Beomgyu said, taking out a brush. “Anyway, do you want me to choose you a horse? Tell me what you want and I’ll pick for you.”

“No, no it’s okay,” Yeonjun said slowly. “I’ll go with Starburst.”

Beomgyu nodded. “Good choice. Seems like she likes you as well. Oh! Yeonjun, meet Toto. They said he’s a breed of Amazona Equus. Apparently he’s a parrot-horse? I’ve never seen him sprout wings though, so yeah.”

“Well, uh, nice to meet you, Toto. My name is Lord Yeonjun.” Yeonjun bowed to the horse. Toto regarded Yeonjun for a few moments, before inclining his head in a bow of his own. Yeonjun smiled at Beomgyu in disbelief. “Did he just bow back at me?”

“Yep,” Beomgyu smiled. “It means he trusts you.” Yeonjun gave a smile.

"Okay, so let's go brush and tack the horses. Meet back in front of the stables?" Yeonjun asked. Beomgyu nodded.

"See you then!"

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"Whoo!" Beomgyu yelled. "Race you to the oak tree!"

"Hey!" Yeonjun called. "That's not fair! You're in front of me!"

"Come and catch up then, slowpoke!" Beomgyu laughed over his shoulder, galloping full speed towards the tree. He yelled out again, the yell turning into an overjoyed laugh at the end. His face was split into a wide grin. God, he'd missed this. The stinging wind whipping against his cheeks, the feeling of the powerful horse beneath his legs, the exhilaration he felt from riding. He'd missed it.

He glanced over his shoulder back at Yeonjun, who was riding behind on Starburst. He grinned. Leaning forward, he patted Toto’s neck.

“You ready? Wanna do the trick?”

Toto flicked his ears, letting out a neigh as they continued to canter towards the tree. Beomgyu laughed. “Okay bud. Get ready, ‘kay? I’m trusting you!”

Gingerly, Beomgyu released Toto’s reins. Toto seemed undeterred, continuing to go forward at a steady pace. Now was the hard part. Gritting his teeth, Beomgyu brought his knees up, closer to the saddle, before slowly easing them up further until he was crouching on Toto’s back. He looked back at Yeonjun.

“Wanna see something cool?” he yelled. Then, he stood up on Toto’s back fully, raising his arms up and letting out a loud whoop. Yeonjun cried out, either in terror or amazement, Beomgyu wasn’t sure. He couldn’t hear much over the whistling of the wind and the happiness in his heart.

“Whoo!” He tilted his head back, closing his eyes. But he immediately shot them open again, seeing that they were close to the tree. He jumped back down into the saddle again, laughing. “Was that fun? God, I haven’t done that in ages.” Toto flicked his ears again, and Beomgyu grinned, riding faster.

When they we're a short distance away from the tree, Beomgyu pulled at the reins, slowing Toto down to a walk. Yeonjun came thundering up beside him a few moments later, grinning and panting hard.

“Oh my god! You actually did that?”

Beomgyu laughed. “Oh, it’s nothing special.”

“Special? You stood on a horse’s back! And at that speed too!”

Beomgyu shrugged. “I find it easier at higher speeds.”

"Wow!" Yeonjun laughed. "I don't think I've ever galloped that hard before."

"Better get used to it," Beomgyu grinned. "Here in Gojongja, we ride hard and fast."

"Evidently," Yeonjun said, still out of breath. "Why don't we, uh, go for a little walk?"

"Okay," Beomgyu laughed. "Follow me. There's a cool lake around here somewhere I think."

Beomgyu and Yeonjun rode side by side, in amiable silence.

"So, tell me Yeonjun," Beomgyu said. "What was your life like in Aruyeonan court?"

"My life? My life was, well, almost ordinary for an Aruyeo noble. I live in a big house, have a large inheritance, have matters within court. I suppose what makes me different, however, is the fact that I always have matters within court. Her Supreme Highness is fond of a few select nobles, and those are the ones which she sees all the time."

"I assume you're one of them?"

"Yes. While you here in Gojongja have meetings with lots of Lords and generals, we narrow it down to five people plus the Queen."

"Ah yes, your Queen does not have a vizier, does she?"

"Queen Erajin does not, no."

"Hmm. Ah, we're near. See that shiny, round thing in the distance? That's the lake. We nicknamed it 'the Shield', because in just the right angle it looks like it's a huge, silver shield."

"Who's 'we'?"

"Oh, Kang and I. We used to come here," Beomgyu muttered. "But anyway! Here we are. You up for another race there?"

"You bet," Yeonjun grinned, already galloping off.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

They reached the lake and dismounted, letting the horses drink and rest for a little. The two of them wandered a little aimlessly around the lake.

You know," Beomgyu said, "I have experience within the Aruyeo court as well. You probably don't remember, but about two or three years ago I came to stay in your court."

"Oh really?" Yeonjun raised his eyebrows. "Hm, no, I don't think I remember."

"You guys were really welcoming," Beomgyu remembered. "Especially this one Lord. I can't remember his name exactly -I think it was foreign?- but he was adopted by the Jinju Choi clan. Kai? I think that's his name? Wait- Yukai? No, no, I remember. Hueningkai. He was really kind."

Yeonjun tripped over a pebble. "Sorry, didn't see the rock. Hueningkai, huh? Hmm… I know a lot of the nobles in my court, but I can't remember seeing a Hueningkai…"

"I dunno. He was really nice. I remember him because he was adopted by this clan, so he wasn't even native to Aruyeo court. And yet, he was welcomed so readily. You could see it, because everyone greeted him so normally. It was obvious he wasn't a pure Jinju Choi, and yet they didn't treat him any differently. It was nice."

Yeonjun nodded slowly. "We in Aruyeo pride ourselves on making no one feel excluded. It's one of the things we are adamant about."

"You guys sure do a good job of it then." Beomgyu laughed slightly. "I must confess, there were times I felt more at home within Aruyeo than I'd ever felt inside Gojongja." Yeonjun gave a small, proud smile.

They stood there, silently. Beomgyu was staring down into the lake, but Yeonjun was looking out back into the direction of the palace. He squinted.

"Hang on… is that Kang Taehyun?"

"Hm?" Beomgyu turned around, following Yeonjun's line of sight. "Oh. Yeah it is."

"And is he riding that horse… bareback?"

"Yeah." Beomgyu turned away, walking up to Toto before mounting the horse. "He's coming to lecture us about staying out. Must be almost supper."

"That's so cool though. He's riding bareback!"

"Eh, he's gonna lose his cool in a minute if we don't get going."

They both began making their way back to the palace, and Taehyun, seeing that they were coming towards him, halted his horse to wait for them.

"Do you know how long you were gone for?" Taehyun glared when Beomgyu was within hearing distance.

"No, and I don't care," Beomgyu retorted. "And did you seriously have to come riding bareback?"

"What, you have a problem with it?" Taehyun scoffed, turning the horse around back to the direction of the palace, Beomgyu a couple of places behind. "You shouldn't have a problem with it. It's better for the horses to have no saddle on them anyway."

"Uh huh."

"You're just mad that I'm right," Taehyun said. "Anyway, would Lord Yeonjun care to join us for dinner? It seems a little mean to get him to eat on his own."

"Since when did you care about seeming mean?" Beomgyu scoffed. Taehyun glared at him.

"Shut up. That's rude."

"Hey, don't tell the King to shut up. That's rude."

"Anyway," Taehyun said. "Would you like to eat with us? You spent the whole day with His Greatness, so perhaps it's only fit you eat with us as well."

Yeonjun inclined his head. "I'd be much obliged." He gave a slight grin. "I've been having meals in my room these last few days, so a change of scenery will be nice."

"Well let's hope there is any food suitable enough to eat," Taehyun said, glaring at Beomgyu. "It's an hour past supper time. An hour!"

"Stop nagging, geez! You sound like a mum. Ow! What the heck?”

Taehyun hit Beomgyu around the back of his head, causing the elder to glare at him.

“I’m the King! You can’t just go round hitting me on the head! What were you doing??”

“Simply trying to knock some sense into you,” Taehyun said calmly. “But then I realised you didn’t have any in the first place.”

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, before slowing down his horse so that he was in step with Yeonjun. “See? Kang has literally no respect for me whatsoever.”

“I can hear you,” Taehyun called. “And hurry up, or you’re not getting any food at all.”

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This is for the prompt thing! #61 with modern reader, maybe Arthur finds a way back to his family (he comes to the future/out of the game idk u decide) angst but maybe a happy ending? Or not I'm just ready to bawl my eyes out either way. (I love ur writing by the way, you are one of my favs on here 💖)

Oof ya gotta hit me with them feels nonny? Number 61:

So this is more of a “what if?” rather than a “canon” part of the modern!reader series since it doesn’t necessarily fit with any other part of the story.

A door opening aroused you from your light slumber. Blinking your eyes open, noting Arthur had walked in. “Good morning.” you rasped, yawning widely as you sat up. As the bleariness cleared from your vision, you realized he’d been wearing something different.

Not that it was unfamiliar to you, as you recognized it as his default outfit from the game. Not any of the clothes you’d bought him, or the outfit you’d personally picked out in gameplay prior to his arrival.

Curiosity spiked. “Uh, where’d that come from?”

He glanced at himself before looking to you. “You ain’t gonna believe this.”

The last of the morning tiredness had dissolved. You swung your legs over and stood up. “Believe what?”

“I…” he paused, looking own as if he were searching for words. “I found my way back to my…my own time.”

His own time. The words didn’t seem to process correctly in your mind. “What?”

“My own time,” he repeated. “My life before…here.”

Somehow that sentence hit you like a ton of bricks. He’d been here, living with you, for several months now. He showed up with no rhyme nor reason for his existence in this world, no indication of what brought him here, and nothing to ever send him back.

And now, after all this time, he found a way back.

“How?”

He shook his head. “Can’t even tell ya how. I went to go to the bathroom. Opened the door n’…I was back in Shady Belle.”

You gave him a look of confusion. “You sure it wasn’t a dream?” you asked, unable to believe your bathroom door had suddenly become a portal to his world.

“Wouldn’t be wearin’ this if I was, Y/N.” Arthur pointed out, holding his arms in a gesture to himself.

Right… you approached him slowly, your stomach churning as you gazed at him from head to toe. You had to make sure you weren’t dreaming yourself. You reached out, feeling the worn fabric underneath your fingertips. His skin was damp from sweat, a slightly gritty texture of dirt to accompany it. At this time of year it would be impossible from how cold and dry it was.There was a slight swampy smell to him, along with a faint tinge of gunpowder, further solidifying his claim. “You really did find your way back.” you said breathlessly.

“Still dunno how I did,” he chuckled slightly. “Kinda amazed that it happened.”

You met his eyes, noting the tinge of excitement on his face. “What did you do?” you casually asked.

“Walked ‘round a bit, saw everyone…spoke to them. Carried on like normal, as if I was never gone,” he said with a sigh. “Rode around, did some things. Came back when it got dark, now I’m back here.”

“How did you come back?”

“Same way I got there…jus’ opened the door,” he answered. “Didn’t work when I tried again after.”

Your stomach churned, a question looming in your head that you didn’t want to ask. “Did you…want to come back here?” you murmured, your voice sounding detached from yourself.

He looked at you, his blue eyes dark and guarded. “Uh…”

The hesitation, the look of his face. Your heart sank. “You didn’t.” you said, more as a statement than a question.

“No!” he exclaimed, holding out his hands as if you hold you. “I mean-yes. ‘Course I wanted to come back, but-”

“Your family, right?” you finished dejectedly, stepping out of his reach and tearing your gaze away to stare at the floor, wrapping your arms around yourself. Your heart beat painfully beneath your ribcage.

You heard him sigh once more. “You know I missed ‘em, Y/N.”

“I know,” you mumbled, turning away to walk back over to your bed, sitting on the edge. “I can’t compete with the people who raised you for the majority of your life.”

Footsteps followed you across the room, the mattress sinking as he sat next to you. Refusing to look at him, you stared out the window.

“Y/N…”

You remained silent.

“Y/N, look at me.” his tone was soft, yet pleading.

Slowly, you turned to fix your attention to him.

“I love you, you know that.” he whispered, taking your hand in his own, entwining your fingers together.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice cracking slightly as your emotion threatened to break the thin control you had. “but I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“I know,” he rumbled, squeezing your hand. “In case somethin’ like this happened.”

You didn’t speak for a moment, contemplating your next words. What would happen after this? Would Arthur return to his world for good? You didn’t want to ask, afraid of what the answer would be. However, you knew the smart option would be to ask anyway. You took a deep breath and mustered up the courage. “What do you want to do?”

He peered down at you, a look of contemplation crossing his face. “I don’t wanna leave you, Y/N.”

“But you want to be with your family.” you stated quietly.

“I do,” he sighed. “More than anything.“

You fell silent again, detecting the inner turmoil that took hold of him. You knew you couldn’t force him to stay. And despite all the happiness between the two of you, he was an outlaw at heart.

Still, the thought of him leaving was like ice gripping your insides. You’d be alone, nothing but your memories and the game itself to remember him by. That is, if you could ever find yourself playing the game afterward. Your vision blurred as tears began to fill your eyes.

“Maybe it ain’t the best idea.”

You blinked in surprise, rubbing your eyes for a moment. “What?”

“We know what happens,” he continued. “to others, to me. I ain’t sure if I can change that.”

It took a moment to realize what he was referring to. Those times where you found him playing the game, going on as himself as he further progressed along his own storyline. It’d been a while since he touched the game after the diagnosis of his Tuberculosis, having suffered the same ailment as his game counterpart. Though he was treated with antibiotics, you both knew it would be impossible in-game.

“So, you’re not leaving?” you asked, your heart hammering once again.

“I can’t,” he responded. “Not when I got you here.” he raised your hand to his mouth to place a kiss upon it.

A twinge of bewilderment clouded your mind. “You make it sound like I’m forcing you to stay.”

“‘Course not,” he shook his head. “But it ain’t fair to up and leave you, after all this time. Took me in when I had nowhere else to go. Showed me livin’ a normal life ain’t bad. And showed me love.”

A smile slowly appeared across your face as a rise of emotion bloomed in your chest. “How else am I supposed to take care of an 1800′s outlaw that just showed up randomly in my home?” you lightly joked, though your voice wavered.

He chuckled in response. “And for that I’m always grateful.” he reached over with his other hand to wipe a stray tear that escaped your eye.

Smile widening, you pulled him into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you to his torso. You buried you face into his shoulder, enjoying his musk and the smell of nature that trapped within his clothes. Though the slight stick of his sweaty skin was left to be desired.

“I think you need to shower.” you said lightly, leaning back to look at him.

He scoffed. “Well, least I know the bathroom’s back to normal.” he laughed. With his arms still around you, he hoisted you up with ease before standing up, carrying you towards the bathroom.

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