#I’m willing to share you with your liege but in your free time you’re mine

[be-side-my-self]

10 characters I am attracted to!

Tagged by @densofyarrow ... ten days ago.

This is really hard because I am rarely attracted to fictional characters? I didn't manage to find ten... also many of them are... thin cases. Also I ship many of them with other characters which will instantly mute my attraction. XD ... so no guarantee about the order.

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#10 ??????? idk I’d probably find another One Piece Character. Maybe just Oscar from Syberia? But then I kind of ship him with Kate so that would be weird too... idk.

#09 Bobby Fulbright - Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Dual Destinies (don’t question this............ Bobby ;_; we hardly knew you... or maybe we did.)

#08 Boromir - Lord of the Rings (Book version ... yeah... when I got older he became more interesting? idk)

#07 Vimes - Discworld books (like... It’s him or Vetinari if you’re into men, let’s be real! But also Vimes/Sybil = OTP)

#06 Hannemann - Fire Emblem Three Houses (I do ship him with Manuela but... I dig the gentleman scholar vibes.)

#05 Ponder - Discworld books (I like my men either lawful and/or loyal and/or good and/or so fucking nerdy that couldn't function in the real world)

#04 Vice-Admiral Momonga - One Piece (There is just something about him... idk)

#03 Dedue - Fire Emblem Three Houses (There is a trend of me enjoying to romance the right hand man of the "main characters")

#02 Kuririn - Dragon Ball Z (so the adult version... fml I had a real crush on him... I just remembered that I got really upset when I learned that he was together with Android 18... lmao. I was young. Also in reality I’m more attracted to men who are around my own height... so... that was the first indicator for that?)

#01 Mr. Husbando: Frederick - Fire Emblem Awakening

Please I need me a freak like that. And with freak I mean a battle butler who loves fire as much as I do and is too loyal for his own good.

Damn I wish he was real and I could have him.

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I tag no one, because I don’t want to annoy anyone. But you can always tag me, I don’t mind! Thank you!

Oh wait... @burning-peanut if you want to?

#about myself #fictional characters #attraction to characters? #idk if those are the rules at all #also sorry for being so late #Also really Freddy is the only one who gets the husbando tag #Wow the way I just remembered that I had a real crush on Kuririn #weird #but true #I love loyal men #I’m willing to share you with your liege but in your free time you’re mine #I love lawful good men #There are also at least three in there that count as cops #suprise no travis though #because I ship him with Laura #he belongs to Laura #So my attraction to him is instantly muted XD #no idea why my brain works that way #also let me post this before I get kicked off tumblr again

[allitalksfandom]

Happy belated Nagamas!

Hello @darkflierliesel! Sorry for the extensive delay (offline life very much got in the way), but here’s your @nagamas gift! I decided to write Innes x Vanessa with the sci-fi AU prompt. I’ll have a post about the worldbuilding behind the AU up soon. 

Rated T for implied sexy situations. Word count, including dividers: 2,186

“Vanessa Bergfalk seeking permission to depart the planet. Ship designated number five-seven-four-six-five-seven-five, call name ‘Titania,’ over.”

           “Frelia space command grants Vanessa Bergfalk permission to depart, over.”

           She heard footsteps behind her as she began the rhythmic spaceflight departure maneuvers. She would recognize those steps anywhere. Fortunately, much of the departure work was automatic on the part of the ship, and her share was almost automatic at this point, too.

           King Innes waited until they had cleared Frelia’s atmosphere to speak. “I’m pleased to see that my efforts to streamline space command’s clearance protocol have paid off.”

           She set the ship to autopilot before she responded. “Your Majesty.” She stood up and bowed-her uniform’s short skirt did not allow for a curtsy.

           Was she imagining things, or did he frown? Regardless, his expression returned to its usual neutral state. (Some of her coworkers said that he tended to wear a critical facial expression, but she always thought there was something welcoming about it.)

           “I heard that your parents celebrated their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. Congratulations.”

           She wasn’t sure what the end result of this conversation would be, but she took the bait. “Thank you. My parents bought each other some relics from Valni.” Her parents were researchers studying the ancient inhabitants of that Frelian moon.

           “That sounds nice.” A pause. “I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised that you’re willing to talk to me, Vanessa.”

            “I don’t follow, Your Majesty.”

           “You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks. It would hardly have been appropriate for me to chase you down, given that I’m your employer. Or perhaps you feared a further relationship with me could affect your position in the Royal Cadets?”

           Speaking of automatic, her face flushed almost instantly. The muscles in her jaw tightened. “I had thought that you had lost interest.” Her reasoning sounded pathetic to her ears, and King Innes certainly didn’t seem to be buying it. She backpedaled, saying “I wasn’t sure what your intentions were, if you wanted to keep having…” She grasped for a word. “Liaisons. Or if you hoped to date, or if you simply wanted to forget about the whole thing.”

           “Ideally, this is the sort of thing a prospective couple discusses together.”

             Vanessa tapped her index fingers together. “To be honest, I have little experience with this sort of thing.” Embarrassing to say, yes, but probably evident to him, anyway.

           “And I have little experience with small talk, which is why this conversation is torturing us both.”

           She waved a hand dismissively. “I wouldn’t say it’s that bad!”

           “Good.” Her liege definitely wasn’t frowning now.

             Her years of training had made Vanessa used to a steady schedule, and she awoke early to eat breakfast with the ship’s medic.

Moulder Austen was not only a priest of the Order of Peter; he also was an accomplished medic. Vanessa was grateful for his company on their journey. He was infinitely less distracting than the king, at the very least.

           He was finishing a conversation on his Mind View when Vanessa entered the small dining area. The useful tool functioned as a visor that pulled over one eye; the device was used to transmit thought and images for the purpose of a simulated conversation. It could even receive documents. Its basis on neural networks made it difficult to hack, which made it well worth the money spent on repairs during the Solar Stone War.

           Father Austen blinked five times in quick succession, causing the screen to retract. “Good morning, Vanessa. I hope you had a restful night.”

           “I have my best sleep on a ship, Father.” Her parents found it odd how she and her elder sister, Syrene, preferred the dorm-style furnishings of a spaceship to their reasonable accommodations of their childhood bedrooms, but tough training made her grateful for the most sparse of beddings. “And yourself?”

           “Unfortunately, I am fussier than I would like to be, but no matter. I was just Exchange Viewing with Natasha Aquino.”

           Vanessa nodded in recognition of the name. “Are you in touch with the clergy from the Gradoan sector of the solar system, Father?”

           “He has been a great asset in terms of a present concern of mine, so you could say that.” The door to the room slid open, and His Majesty entered.

           Both Father Austen and Vanessa greeted him, though the former was not nearly as surprised by his presence as Vanessa was.

           She turned to the priest. “I forgot how sensitive your hearing is. And His Majesty’s, for that matter.”

           The two men instantly responded, Father Austen offering to examine her hearing and King Innes questioning the noise pollution standards of the country’s spacecraft.

           “My performance on the auditory tests was within acceptable levels as of testing last month, Father, but thank you. And Your Majesty, I suspect any damage to my hearing is from the spacecraft relics I have been restoring on my break day.”

           “Right,” said the king. “If I remember correctly, that scholar from Renais had sent you the docs containing their specs over the Mind View.”

           “Some of them, yes, but others I’ve found on my own in the Royal Cadet Record Library.”

           Father Austen cleared his throat, and this time it was her liege who was startled. He turned back to Vanessa. “I suppose you can know about Father Austen’s project. You see, he has been investigating rumors of collaboration between Renais and what remains of the Magic Wielders of the Gradoan sector. It’s called Project Torch. Have you heard of it on any of your travels?”

           Given that magic was found to be a byproduct of the last few centuries of technological advancement, a fair number of humans had developed the abilities to cast spells. Between that and electricity, an ancient technology, torches were something reserved for storybooks. Given the fact that it seemed to be a secret, Vanessa doubted that the project was a historical reenactment. “‘Project Torch?’”

           “According to some chemical theorists, Fomortiis influenced his army using pheromones that affected aggression in non-human species. If that were the case, then, surely it would be possible to engineer chemicals to produce the opposite effect.”

           “While that would make things easier for us cadets, wouldn’t a chemical like that override free will?”

           “Ah, and that’s the source of the debate. To what extent it would change an individual’s personality is, again, theoretical at best. There’s also the matter of modifications that unscrupulous characters could make to cause other emotional reactions in those exposed to the pherenomes.”

           “Not to mention that its usage could affect relations with groups like the Mogalls from Za’ha’s moon, Bigl,” added Father Austen. Relations between humans and other species had been strained since the war.

           “What do the pheromones have to do with Renais?” Vanessa had a feeling she already knew the answer.

           King Innes did not answer at first. “The rulers of Renais did not take the loss of their friend well. Yet while Queen Eirika strives for peace, and I have always been the first to criticize King Ephraim, I do not believe that they would take such a risk.”

           Vanessa had met the princess during that fateful meeting with King Hayden, but she was surprised that the woman wanted to speak to her personally before they departed Frelia.

           The room where they met was functional, with a small table, three chairs, and a screen that connected to Mind View.

           The princess appeared as composed as one could be in such a situation. Beside her was Seth Lapointe, Head Keeper of the Crown. Vanessa averted her eyes from his wound, instead looking at Princess Eirika.

           “First of all, thank you for fighting beside us.”

           “Think nothing of it, Your Highness.”

           The princess moved to sit down; Vanessa and Sir Lapointe followed suit.

           The princess tapped her cheek with her finger. “According to reports, you’re about my age but well-recognized for your accomplishments in the Annual Royal Cadet Games.”

           “In the course of my studies, I learned a bit about Frelia’s Royal Cadets. Last year, you ranked twenty-fifth out of the all-time record for the Time Trial?” The Head Keeper blinked five times, opening the record in Mind View and using Exchange View to project it on the screen.

           “That is true. I decided to attend the Royal Cadet Academy and follow in my sister’s footsteps.”

           “I see that you studied ancient spacecraft.” The Head Keeper winked five times, which allowed him normal vision while keeping the Exchange View on the screen. The tone in his voice indicated that her profile, which now graced the screen, had given him pause.

           “I had originally planned on following in my parents’ footsteps and working in the research labs on Valni.”

           “There’s nothing wrong with that,” said the princess warmly. “I assume that you followed in your sister’s footsteps instead? My own brother taught me how to fight.” She looked at Vanessa, her gaze suddenly intent. “As a younger sibling, I’m sure you can understand…my situation.”

           Vanessa nodded slowly.

           “More than anything, it’s compassion and a strong heart that will get us through this mission. If we have that, we will reunite with my brother, and you’ll return triumphant to your family.”

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           They had a smooth landing, as expected, and they managed to complete their port registration in an efficient and speedy matter; King Innes expressed mild bewilderment that King Ephraim had taken his suggestions on how to streamline the process to heart. “Then again, it may have been Eirika’s doing.”

           Their escort consisted of two members of the Crown’s Keepers. While Vanessa did not recognize one of their companions, the second was a familiar face.

           “It’s good to see you, Franz.”

           Franz Fortier was scarcely old enough to be called an adult when Vanessa had first met him, so it was bizarre to see the slightest bit of stubble on his chin. Presumably he had missed the hairs while shaving due to their light color. “Vanessa! My brother will be disappointed he missed running into you.”

           “The last time we talked on Mind View, he said that he had left the Crown’s Keepers to focus on his artwork.”

           Franz tilted his head slightly. “He wants to, yes, but he’s only semi-retired from the force. Unfortunately for him, he’s been hounded by new recruits hoping to get some wisdom from a war hero.” He blushed. “They’ve even been talking to me. I just tell them that I learned everything from Sir Lapointe. Granted, my father was his role model…”

           They continued to make friendly conversation while his fellow Crown’s Keeper drove the subatmospheric vehicle used and beloved by Crown’s Keepers, the Stallion model.

           Vanessa preferred Titania, and had had many passionate discussions with Crown’s Keepers on the subject of subatmospheric versus spaceflight vehicles. Princess Tana had even joined in on the debates, and Vanessa found that she had much of her brother’s strength of conviction.

           Upon arrival at the residence of King Ephraim and Queen Eirika, Vanessa and Father Austen were left to wait outside the meeting room. Vanessa kept herself busy by reading explanatory Exchange Views from Lute Rayne, her scholarly friend from the war. Vanessa had asked the purple-haired woman what she knew about a reference to a long-ago civilization in one of her ancient schematics meant, which had led to a history lesson.

           Vanessa had finally finished reading Lute’s Exchange View. After shutting off the Mind View, she rubbed at her eyes. She stood up automatically at the sound of King Innes walking towards her and Father Austen.

           He shook his head with the smallest of movements. They know nothing.

           “Perhaps I had wanted to uncover something, play the hero.”

           Vanessa’s quarters were more crowded than usual that night. The king lay under the blanket next to her, arms folded behind his head.

           “That doesn’t sound like you, Your Majesty. You’re a practical man, and you wanted to make sure that they weren’t making the same mistakes as their lost friend.”

           He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I thought I asked you not to call me that in here. Unless you want to-”

           She elbowed him lightly in his ribs, blushing.

           “I deserved that. But that reminds me, we should address what, exactly, is happening between us.”

           Vanessa pursed her lips in thought. “Actually, I can tell that you’re still preoccupied about Project Torch. We can talk about that.”

           The king sounded grateful as he spoke. “Rumors do not simply happen for no reason. I believe I can trust the Renais twins, which means four options remain. One, Project Torch is happening in Renais and they are ignorant of it. Two, they have been prevented from telling me about it. Three, someone or a group of someones wants to discredit them and has started this rumor. And fourth, Project Torch does exist, but in some other capacity. You know that I have little faith in Carcino…”

           Vanessa nodded slowly as he spoke. “What does this mean for Frelia?”

           He sighed. “We keep listening.”

           “We stay on guard.”

           “Ever vigilant.”

           “Starting tomorrow.” Vanessa closed her eyes.

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