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selineram3421 · 2 months

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*is sleepy but wants fluff* Fuck it.

Soft Kisses

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ small one shot, cuddles, kisses, fluff ⚠

Today was tiring.

Swamped with work like preparing for tomorrow's art activities, cleaning up the studio, putting away art tools, and having to help make dinner after.

Alastor had noticed and tried to get you to rest but you didn't want to leave all the work to him.

You almost fell asleep while cooking!

Good thing that you were able to catch yourself and finish up what you were making.

Then when everything was done, and Niffty taking care of the dishes. Alastor swept you up, carrying you over to your hotel room.

"Alastor! Put me down, I'm too heavy!", you panicked.

"Nonsense love! You're not heavy at all. Though you do need rest!", he smiled and pecked you on the cheek.

Once inside your room, he placed you down on the bed and laid you on your back.

"Now, don't lift a finger dear.", he said and started to take off your right shoe.

"Honey, really. I can get myself settled in.", you sighed and reached to take off your other shoe, but your hand was quickly snatched up and kissed.

You blushed.

"I told you not to lift a finger.", the deer demon grinned handsomely and kissed the inside of your wrist.

Then he helped you change into something comfortable before getting you under the covers. In seconds you felt yourself start to get sleepier.

"Take a nap darling. You've been up and down all day.", Alastor whispers before kissing your forehead.

As he turns to leave, you take hold of his hand. Looking back, he can see you're fighting sleep just to keep him there.

"Stay? I want to be next to you.", you ask.

"Of course love.", he says, taking off his coat and shoes before going under the covers to join you.

You sigh in content once you wrap your arms around each other, nuzzling your head against his chest as you get comfortable. He hums and rubs your back, kissing the top of your head as you do so.

Feeling a familiar claw finger lift your head up by your chin, you feel a soft kiss. You kiss back, but it's small repeated ones.

"Sleep well."

Is the last thing you hear before you let sleep take you.

*slow, slow blink* I'm tired and want cuddles. But I don't have my body pillow, so this is the best I'm going to get.

~Seline, the person.

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ML II for Alastor🎙️

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madlena · 5 months

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Team 7 together. Apollo!Naruto, Kore!Sakura and Hades!Sasuke rest after escaping from Hestia. Chapter 26 FF Quietus

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7449361/1/Quietus

@scribe-of-elysium - Autor FF

#sasuke x sakura #sakura uchiha #sasusaku #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #hades and kore #hades #hades and persephone #persephone #quietus #SS fanfic #art #naruto #boruto next generation #fanart #fanfiction #Apollo #naruto uzumaki #team 7

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taterdraws · 1 year

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update: i have started playing SS and i have Impressions

#the impressions are: best boy pipit bcs the funniest thing is that i am still at like the v beginning so i still havent officially seen ghir #-ghirahim so all of THAT is still just from like. one fanfiction and some itktoks #ghirahim #tloz #link #legend of zelda #skyward sword #The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword #tloz ss #pipit #ghiralink #tater's art #nintendo

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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fountain / eddie munson

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: literal p!ss kink, pet names (babe/baby), mentions of sex

note: if you think it’s gross, plz don’t read. i wrote this as a request from a friend and tbh it was hard to write anyway and i debated posting it😅 no hate to ppl who have this k!nk and so sorry if i didn’t write it well enough.

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“okay, now get out eddie i have to pee,” you giggle, shoving your boyfriend towards the door after you’d just got done plucking his eyebrows.

he just shook his head at you and crossed his arms. “i don’t see why i can’t stay in here with you, we’ve already had sex,” he states loudly. you clamp your hand over his mouth with wide eyes. the door was open and your sister's room was exactly across from the bathroom. he rolls his eyes at your actions and carefully pulls your hand away. “her music is blaring, she didn’t hear me,” he says in a quieter tone and pointed eyes.

“watch it,” you mumble and glance towards your sisters room anyway.

“go pee so we can go start that movie,” eddie says, motioning towards the toilet.

you groan, not seeing a point in fighting with him since it wasn’t that big of a deal to you anyways. “close the door, please,” you say with raised eyebrows. eddie does just that a focuses on inspecting his eyebrows as you use the bathroom.

as the months of your relationship went on, eddie just always ended up following you to the bathroom when you had to pee. you chalked it up to being part of his separation anxiety which he wasn’t afraid of telling you about.

you did find it kind of odd when he started requesting to watch your pussy as you peed, but he was an oddly curious boy and you weren’t the type to care. you should’ve connected the dots sooner.

“babe, i’m gonna go use the restroom,” you say, standing up from your spot on his couch. you look at him expectantly, ready for him to stand and follow you. instead he only looks at you, biting his lip, like he was thinking about something.

he opens his mouth, closing it and looking to the side. he was nervous. “baby…” he started slowly, looking down to mess with his rings. “i want to uh, tell you… and ask you something. i don’t want to weird you out or anything but… i’ve thought about it a lot,” he rambles, refusing to make eye contact.

you furrow your eyebrows, but nod. “what’s up babe?“ you ask, put off by his very unusual behavior.

“um…,” he glances up to you before putting his face in his hands. “i want you to piss on me,” he says very quickly, his words blending together so much you couldn’t understand him.

you look at him in confusion. “i didn’t catch that?” you say carefully.

eddie groans, his hands slamming down on his thighs and his head falls back. “i want you to piss on me,” he yells, screwing his eyes shut. your jaw drops at his words. he wants you to what?!

eddie takes note of your silence and is slightly scared he might’ve just ruined your relationship. “i’m sorry, what?” you ask in utter disbelief.

“shit,” eddie curses to himself, but knows he can’t just pretend he didn’t ask. “i want you to sit on my lap and piss on my dick, because… because it turns me on,” eddie explains.

“eddie…” you start, slightly disgusted at the thought.

eddie shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “i know, your boyfriend not only is a freak, but a disgusting one who has a piss kink,” he groans.

“babe… don’t talk about yourself like that, it’s just… i’ve never heard of anything like that. it’s- it’s hard to process,” you say, trying to think through the concept.

eddie purses his lips, knowing you’re slightly considering it. “i know, baby. i don’t know why i like it, but the idea just gets me so horny. anything to do with your pussy makes me horny,” he elaborates.

“won’t it make a mess?” you question.

eddie shrugs. “yeah, but we make a mess every time we fuck because someone cums a lot so…” he says, hinting at you.

you stand there for a moment longer before shrugging. if you hated it, you’d never do it again. but how could you deny him? “so are we doing it here or your room or?” you ask, causing his head to whip up.

“you’ll do it?” he asks in excitement and shock.

“babe, i’ll try just about anything for you,” you say seriously.

eddie’s smile widens at your words. “i can’t wait to marry you one day,” he says, also being serious. he settles down in the couch and motions to you. “take those jeans and panties off and come here,” he says hungrily, patting his lap. you giggle and begin unbuttoning your pants. you quickly shed your undergarments and then make your way onto his lap.

eddie positions your hips right above his clothed cock that was slightly hard. “do you want your pants on?” you ask genuinely.

“yeah, i don’t know, we can try without later but i want to feel it soak in,” eddie says, his eyes trained on your pussy that was hovering above his crotch.

you nod and then relax your hips, trying to let go but you were struggling. “i'm nervous,” you whisper, looking up at eddie shyly.

he brings his eyes to meet yours and then leans forward to kiss you softly in reassurance. “don’t be, it’s just me and we’re just trying something,” he says calmly and then reaches his fingers down to rub soft circles on your clit. “just let go, piss on me, baby,” he coos. you nod, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

your bladder was pretty full, eddie always had beer to drink and it ran through you so fast. eddie’s fingers on your clit make you less rigid and you push lightly. you let out a hum of relief as your bladder finally starts to empty. eddie’s hand leaves your clit, both hands on your hips as he moans lowly. you open your eyes, looking down to watch the wet patch on eddies crotch spread. “fuck, baby, that’s so good, holy shit,” eddie moans, the two of you watching his cock grow in his pants as your stream coats his jeans. you push a little harder, the piss coming out harsher and causing eddie to grunt.

as the last bit of piss dribbles out of you, you drop down into your puddle making a slapping sound. eddie throws his head back, humping up into your core as you grinded against him. “i’m gonna fuck you now,” eddie says to the ceiling, and you know he’s dead serious.

#stranger things eddie #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie #munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #p!ss k!nk

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writingnocturne · 8 months

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"By Your Side for Eternity"

Skyward Sword

Words – 750; Expand to read!

By Your Side for Eternity

He had to tell her.

They tell each other everything.

He refused to keep it from her forever, but now– as he watches his partner's eyes well up with tears– he regrets every word.

"...Link, it was a curse." Zelda mumbles, her hands over her mouth to try and conceal her shock.

The two sit beneath a tree that was planted in the sealed temple– the Temple of Hylia– that they have been working to restore to its former state. Link had been long plagued by words he could never begin to understand… and Zelda had finally decided she had enough of him hiding that something was wrong. She tried to reach out to him, but, even with her supposed power of foresight, she didn't predict that he was carrying the burden of the world's fate.

"...I… thought as much, Zelda, but–" Link gently brings his hand to the side of her face, a mourning gaze meeting hers. However, Zelda only continues.

"Our land of Hyrule is so young… And it is already doomed. This is all my own fault! Because I could not finish Demise in the first place… the world will…" She buries her face in her hands, which are balled into fists, "I… I thought it was over. Why can't it just be over?"

His pupils quake in his eyes, unable to focus when seeing her like this… but he forces himself to. Link knows he brought this. He brings his other hand to her shoulder, lightly rubbing it as a means to try and comfort her.

"I was the one who angered Demise. But… he's the one who created the curse. He's responsible for this, you're not. You… you did everything you could." His words begin to fumble near the end, the memory of all he had to watch her endure overwhelming him.

Zelda takes a sharp inhale as she lowers her hands, only able to plant her face in his shoulder and sob. When the part of Hylia deep within her was awakened, she knew it was her duty to stand tall and accept it. But that was when she knew there was still a battle to be won. She struggles to keep control over the weight that has been suddenly returned, Link's own shoulder becoming wet with her tears… Even so, he does not mind. She could pour her soul to him, and he would not mind. He only wraps his arms around her in a consoling embrace, ducking his head down beside hers. For a while, it remains like this; both at a loss of words, with only each other to understand what it means.

"All of the people we've worked to protect… in the skies and the surface world… It couldn’t have been for nothing. I… I won't let it be–"

"It wasn't…! Zelda, it wasn't." Link mutters, keeping his voice soft, "Regardless of what Demise has done… there's at least peace now to watch Hyrule grow. And when that time has passed, then… I'll be beside you to protect it. No matter the time or the realm, I promise I will be there. I don't…– I don't care how many lifetimes it takes to defeat the curse. We will." He knows

"...Link, you don't deserve to be dragged into this war more than you already have been." Her words are muffled from her face remaining planted. "You never deserved this. No one deserves this."

"I… I know. No one deserves this. But someone has to go through with it… and now it may have to be us. Either way, if– if the duty of protecting this world means I can fall in love with you all over again, then I'm willing to face the struggle."

Zelda lifts her head, sniffling. "It isn't fair how willing you are to put everything aside."

"It isn't fair how that demon is able to plummet this entire world into suffering. It isn't fair that he can keep you tied to this."

"...Yet you're willing to fight him forever, if I must."

"...That's right." Link touches his forehead to Zelda's, a light smile coming across his face. "I won't ever let you go alone, okay? I love you. I took up the task of drawing the Goddess Sword because I love you, and I'll take up this one, too."

"Link…" His words are given a moment to resonate with her." I love you, too." Zelda shuts her eyes, gently cupping his face in her hands. "...I'm sorry."

Notes:

Thank you for reading! This writing is actually months old, but I was hesitant to share it ever. Thanks to @skyyknights and @linktheacehero for encouraging me to post it! Go check out their stuff, it's great. :)

Also, I didn't do the color-coded dialogue this time; mostly because I'm wondering if it even looks good? If you have any thoughts on it, please voice them so I know what to do with it from now on.

Art Info:

Time Elapsed: 56 minutes

Program Used: IbisPaint X

Other:

Ao3 – If you liked this, check out my Ao3 where I post some things early! I write a fair mix of both one-shots and multichapter fics.

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manias-wordcount · 11 months

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this is an ask for sky so i hope you don’t mind 😅

so imagine the reader waking up early and isn’t able to fall back asleep, and sky wakes up with morning wood 🥴 so the reader is tossing and turning trying to convince sky to start the day but he eventually just picks her up and *plop* suddenly she setting on him and he says “lemme give you a reason to stay in bed 😩

sorry if this is wayyy to specific but it’s something I can’t get out of my head and I’m a sucker for some good smut lmao

I’d love to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to do it!!

thank youuuu!!!!!!

A Lazy Morning In (SS! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚��) 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲 (𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁??)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You didn’t want to wake him up. In fact, the very last thing you wanted to do was wake him up.

Link works so hard for you. After years and years and years of being together, he still works hard for you. Even since you both fell in love as young graduates from the knight academy. Some days, he’s off making a comfortable living for the two of you. Playing knight in shining armor as he goes off to fight all kinds of monsters and baddies left behind and scattered around the world. And he fights well. He carries his sword and his bravery too every time he sets off to fight. And now, Skyloft has always been much safer since he started taking to the skies.

And some days, he joins you. Back the soft ground surrounded by even softer clouds. He tells you how much he misses fighting alongside you. You tell him that not everyone can be the Hero of the Skies, and you convince him to help you tend to the farm as you assist the neighbor’s shop next door. And without complaint, he’ll roll up his sleeves and he’ll work and work and work and work. For the two of you to make your house a home. For the two of you to make the neighborhood, a family. For the two of you to live out a few moments without worry. Just peace.

And yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when he returns from his duties as a hero late into the night. Only rise with you early in the morning, ready for another day of hard work. You tried to convince him to rest. To take the day off and let you handle things. But he only told you that he would rest when you would. That he would stop only if it meant that this break he was receiving was to be enjoyed with you. So the day passed and went. Night came and gone. And it’s early morning now.

But all you can do is watch the ceiling as you turn and you turn and you turn.

You don’t want to wake him up. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up. But you’re not used to sleeping in. You’re not used to letting the sun’s soft beams stream across your cheeks and ignoring its calls for work. You’re not. But for his sake? You try to be. And so you flip on your side, and you press your face into his chest and let the quiet sound of tiny snores lull you back to sleep. But it doesn’t work. So you huff, and you find yourself turning onto your other side, letting the warmth of his sleeping body seep into your back through the thin material of one of his old tunics. But it doesn’t work. In fact, every position and every little movement, and every little tactic you try to just get yourself to fall back asleep doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.

It takes a little over an hour of no success to decide that you’ve had enough. By this point, the sun has crawled just a little higher into the sky. And its beamed has started to shine down on you a little bit warmer than before. It calls you. So without further protest, you slowly slide the quilt off of you and swing your legs to the floor. It’s cool to the touch, and it wakes you up even more. But it’s refreshing, and it’s nice- it’s all that you needed to start your day. Well… almost.

With all the subtly of a mouse scurrying between the darkest corners of a house, you tiptoe to the other side of the bed. You’re met with a peaceful image. The sound-asleep figure of your fiancé. Lips parted, dark blonde hair spread messily across his pillow, and bright blue eyes shut tightly as he enjoys his time in dreamland. He looks exhausted. But behind all the tiredness, you still see the face of a man who is too kind for this world. Too strong for any enemy. Too perfect for him to be truly yours. But he is. He’s all yours just like you’re all his. And so you find yourself leaning down and cupping his cheek with the gentlest of grips. You want to litter his face with tiny pecks. You wake him up with the biggest, brightest smile you could ever give him. But he deserves his rest. So you settle on just a tiny kiss on the cheek with a whispered “I’ll see you soon.” And you get up to leave. Rising up and turning away like a ghost. Never to be seen until you-

A hand grabs your wrist.

It’s your only warning. Your split second of warning that makes your stomach drop and your heart race until you’re being pulled with all the force in the world back in the direction that you came. And it happens so fast. So quick you can hardly comprehend or see or even feel what’s happening until it’s over. And even then, you have no time to feel ashamed of your lack of reflexes after all those years you spent training. No, because by then, you’re already right where he wants you to be.

Sitting on top of him as nothing but a flimsy piece of underwear separates you from the hard, long, and stiff figure now trapped beneath your bottom.

“Umm…” Your voice starts off quiet as you look at him. Unsure, even. Beneath you, Link still wears a dazed and sleepy look in his eyes. Evidence that he just woke up. But the smile on his face is one of contentment. Triumph. Pride, even. You don’t know how he managed to wake up the moment you turned away from him. You don’t even know how he managed to throw off the sheets and pull you on top of him in the same amount of time either. Yet here you are- looking down at him as he lies beneath you. The hand on your wrist is now slowly, slowly, slowly moving until it finds a new place to settle on: the curve of your ass. “...Good morning, Link!”

He snorts. The hand on your ass takes a chance to grab at your waist, before moving to slip underneath your sleeping tunic. It makes contact with bare skin as his hand travels around the expanse of your backside. Looking for the next place to conquer and to claim as his own.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” He mumbles. His voice still carries a bit of huskiness to it. And the sound of it alone hits you hard and hits you deep. Your breath hitches. Your heart rate spikes. And It’s almost shameful how one little voice- a mere few words are able to turn you on this quickly. This easily. “Though I think we should stay in bed for a little bit longer, wouldn’t you agree?”

Though his hand subtly guiding your body grinding onto his hard cock might have something to do with all this excitement you’re feeling too.

“Mhm…” You agree easily because there’s nothing more to say. You don’t need convincing. You don’t need to be told that the crops could wait a couple of hours. That your neighbor and their customers would understand if you’re late. You don’t need it all. Instead, you just find yourself folding easily into the touch. Melting easily under his gaze. And matching the rhythm he sets for the two of you as your hips that moving on their own. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. All for his doing. All for both of your pleasure. “Yeah…let’s stay in bed for now.”

He smiles up at you. Messy hair blocking some of your view of his pretty, now more alert eyes. But you settle for grabbing at his hand and treading your fingers between his. It takes him no time at all for him to pull your joined hands closer to his face and kiss the back of your hand sweetly. Once. Twice. Three times. The moment is sweet. The gesture is gentle. The feeling is innocent. But almost out of habit, you find yourself being the one the break the silence as your hips grind down into him even harder than before. At that, you let out a gasp in surprise as the material of your underwear brushes against your clit from this angle. And beneath you, Link lets out a shuttered breath before going completely still.

A second passes. And then another. And another. Until finally…

His hand lets go of yours.

And places itself underneath your bottom instead.

“I think…”

He murmurs out loud to the two of you, eyes half-lidded and voice chock-full of a less than innocent emotion. Your hand finds its home resting on his shoulders as he lifts you a couple of inches off of him with one arm. Your eyes find the arm that’s holding your body weight and you find your arousal growing at the show of strength being displayed by a set of strong, toned, and perfect arms. But you’re quickly distracted by the sight. And it’s all because of a feeling. Three simple little feelings that have you drawing your eyes back in surprise to the cocky grin now overtaking your fiance’s handsome expression. How could you blame you? How could you blame either of you?

For it’s the feeling of your panties being pulled to the side to expose your slick, slick wetness to the entire world as the first.

“I think I should be inside you right now….”

And the feeling of the very tip of his stiff, warm cock pushing and teasing at your pretty little cunt as the second.

“...Right, pretty girl?”

And the sense of contentment you feel…

“Right…Link.”

…to be enjoying such a lazy morning in.

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wenellyb · 8 months

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You can like or dislike fanfiction, but I don't understand people who come to Tumblr to constantly complain about fanfiction...it's like going to someone's house to call their decoration ugly.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not ...why would you do it?

And the complaints are always weird like: "blablabla why do people think in tropes now?" "Why would you want to know what happens in the story, what's even the point of reading it then?"

You want to know why??? Because that's the whole point of the Romance genre!!! The predictability, the promise that no matter what they go through, in the end, there will be a Happy Ending for the protagonists.

I don't read a lot of fanfics but I do read a lot of books and e-books (as in unfortunately I have to pay for those😂). And you know what a lot of authors use to describe their books? Tropes!

An enemies to lovers story with a slow burn, a fake relationship story, a mariage of convinience, a best friends to lovers story etc... And this is coming from published Books.

Maybe it's because the market is saturated and it's the only way to stand out, maybe it makes it easier for their readers to find specific books, I don't know. But I do know that they use tropes to describe their books.

Why sh*t on fanfiction, fanfic readers, fanfic writers when actual published authors do the same??? What is the point exactly ?

And can someone explain to me what's so wrong about using tropes? What's wrong with looking for stuff to read by searching specific tropes? It makes it easier when you're looking for a specific story you want to read and helps you know what you will like or not. Which is great, especially when you're going to pay for the book.

Maybe you don't have a problem with fanfics but with the Romance industry in general? But then why target fanfics as if they were the problem?

#sometimes Tumblr users are elitist pompous *sses who won't let anybody have fun #you act as if someone liking a specific trope or something is the worst thing a Human Being has ever done but why don't you take it to #publishing companies who do this instead of taking it out on a random user who just likes fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfics #I know we tumblr people like to complain about literally anything but the hate towards fanfiction seems unjustified.#kind reminder that they do all of this for free!#also usually people who try to write fictional stories without using tropes end up making bad or confusing stories but this is just my own #opinion☺️#all books use tropes #at least the fictional ones #what's this new trend of hating tropes?

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The Valley of the End: Ch 21 Sneak Peek

When Sasuke was four years old, a thunderstorm hit Konoha. He’d only seen rain, never lightning, and the bright, branching flashes outside his window terrified him. Father would be angry if he found out. Even as a little boy, Sasuke knew that much.

He also knew that his mother was the safest place in the whole, wide world (a small world, actually, but he didn’t understand that yet).

Sasuke woke her in the middle of the night with a silent tug on her nightgown sleeve. Father was out of town on some important Hokage business, so he didn’t have to worry about getting caught.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her question blurred with sleep.

“The storm. It’s…”

“Scary?”

He nodded.

Sometimes when Father was away and Sasuke had a nightmare, she let him sleep in the big bed, but this time she said no.

“Bad dreams can’t hurt you when you’re awake, but storms are real. When you’re scared of something real, you shouldn’t run from it. Running will only make you more afraid.”

That didn’t make sense to Sasuke, but she taught him in the best way he could learn: by taking him outside to see the storm.

A porch wrapped around the back half of their house like protective arms. That’s where she took him that night, where she picked him up and held him on her hip, telling stories about lightning and fire.

“You’re a son of the Uchiha,” she said. “This is who you are, Sasuke. Never fear that.”

He nodded, but the next jolt of lightning still made him flinch.

His mother hugged him tighter through the rolling thunder, then sat on the porch swing with him curled up in her lap.

“As long as I’m here, I’ll never let anything hurt you.”

That wasn’t true. She tried her best, but there was only so much a wife could do from within a cold-hearted Hokage’s shadow.

Maybe she hadn’t realized that on the night she held him in her arms, teaching him that not only was she the safest place in the world, she would shape his world to be safe for him.

She killed his fear of storms that night. As rain played music on the roof and lightning burned the skies, Sasuke discovered a love for something as beautiful as it was deadly.

Looking back, that should have been a warning sign, a lesson in and of itself. When he feels loved enough, he can look past a pretty lie. He can trust for the sake of comfort, even if real danger is barely hidden overhead.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek of Chapter 21! Fingers crossed that I'll have a full update to share soon.

#sasusaku #ssfanfiction #ss fanfiction #sasusaku fic #TVOTE #the valley of the end #my fanfiction #sneak peek

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halfbloodprincess23 · 1 year

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One of my fav Snamione tropes. Just let her love you, Severus!! 😅

#sevmione #ss/hg #snamione #fanfic #fanfiction #SnapeisaSuspiciousBastard #JustLetHerLoveYou!#severus snape #pro snape #snape content #severus snape aesthetic #Snape deserves love too

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 11

How dare he.

Rage, unlike anything, courses through Gauri's veins as she spars with Bhairav, now using live steel swords too. She has kept her fury aside for a day, she knows just why Uncle Bijjaldev would have the reason to kill her and she knows Amar doesn't think he did it.

He wouldn't, Amar is so wrapped in the idea of a family that he can't revisit the words that their uncle throws casually, like they are of no matter. But Gauri knows. She knows and she remembers.

"You two are so close. It's inappropriate." "I wouldn't live without him."

"He's your elder brother, have respect! He's your better!"

"He will be the future king, won't you, Bhalla?"

"Your father was made to sit on the throne instead of me. Who wants a cripple on the throne?" "That's enough, husband." "Yes, why should I ever talk to the spawns of my throne stealing brother?"

"You both are contenders for King." "Wrongfully, I say. My brother stole my throne, his son can't steal it from my son."

"If Gauri doesn't get the same respect as me, I'm not going there." "You'll stick to her for the rest of your life, boy?" "Whatever will my life be, without my twin?"

She knows.

She heaves a deep sigh of frustration and kicks Bhairav in the chest. He stumbles but steadies himself in a beat. He adjusts his grip on his sword and Gauri mimics his movements almost subconsciously, so used to repeating his movements with swords. Bhairav charges at her and she side steps him, using her momentum to try to throw Bhairav on the ground. But, he's clever. He sidesteps her and Gauri is left fumbling with her footing until she uses her sword as a leverage to balance.

"Wrong!" Katappa shouts,"Never use your sword on the ground— it blunts the sharp edge!"

"What are you for, then, Katappa?" Bhalla jeers with a laugh behind them as Gauri takes a better position again. Her bangles, two as they are, tinkle and provide a sound that is almost soothing to her as she defends herself from Bhairav's attacks again.

Her fingers shake but she breathes through her nose and unclenches her jaw, readying to be more fluid.

The spar ends with bruises and small cuts littered over her arms and torso. Gauri pants above Bhairav as she points her sword precariously on his chest over his sparring armour. "Yield."

Bhairav nods curtly. "I yield, my princess."

She smiles at him as she offers her hand to him, out of sheer force of habit. She's always helped Amar stand up after they spar and while Bhairav hasn't particularly needed the help since he normally doesn't end up on the ground, she realises that she should actually offer him help and it's a good thing.

Bhairav appears startled and blinks at her with doe-like innocence that doesn't match with the armour he adorns. Gauri raises her eyebrows at him. "Come, Bhairav."

He sits up slowly and Gauri keeps her arm stretched. She knows he has issues accepting any familiarity that she brings in their dynamic but she's determined to bring the boy to the level where he is no longer surprised by any kindness on her part.

(She remembers feeling abandoned. Sitting alone at the dining table away from her brothers when she got her periods for the first time. It was also the time that Maa decided to let the boys know just how much of a responsibility Kingship is.

She remembers Bahu moving seats deliberately to sit beside her. She remembers his hand on hers. She remembers him stealing food from her plate. The forced casual demeanor of his kindness was an open challenge to anyone who dared to disrespect her in any manner. His dagger lay on top of the dining table when a guest minister opened his mouth to speak while directing the two of them a scowl.)

"Princess, I can't—"

"You can." She speaks when she knows he's not going to complete his sentence.

"He's your sworn sword, Gauri," Bhalla says, snidely,"Maintain a decorum."

She glances sharply at him to see Bahu elbowing him. Good. "I shall treat my sworn sword however I see fit, Bhalla." She looks back at Bhairav, who's still sitting on the ground, completely flabbergasted. "Come, Bhairav. We have to go to the library as well."

He still looks surprised but painstakingly puts his hand in hers. Gauri tightens her hold on him and pulls him but it's clear he's carrying almost all of his own weight. She throws him an unimpressed look and begins walking away, irrationally irritated at him.

She knows she shouldn't be, but what must a girl do when absolutely nothing goes her way?

She strides out of the arena with a gait she knows makes her irritation obvious. Bhairav trails behind her until they're away from the crowd and she slows down, painstakingly walking at a snail's pace to let Bhairav catch up to her. He doesn't.

Gauri bites her tongue, knows that her anger is completely irrational but still whips around, surprising Bhairav mid step.

He's limping.

She frowns at him. "You're hurt."

"No, my princess," he insists, startled. "It's probably just a bruise, I'll be at my best potential nonetheless."

Gauri scowls harder. "I don't care about your potential more than you care about my title, Bhairav." She walks towards him and kneels,"What hurts you?"

Bhairav takes a step back and Gauri gives him a cool look, knowing just how much Katappa has forced the boy to be in absolutely impeccable manners. "Please, you mustn't! Get up, my princess, please!"

"Bhairav. I asked you out of honor for our friendship." She sees surprise flutter in his eyes for a moment, along with confusion and crashes her own hopes. He's never seen her as something other than his job. She's never had a friend all along. "Do not make me order you to obey, Bhairav."

He shakes his head at her and pleads,"My princess, please! You mustn't sully yourself with anything concerning me, I will be absolutely fine!"

"It's an order, Bhairav. What hurts you?"

She doesn't like exercising her power over his autonomy but his reservations leave her no choice. He swallows hesitantly and looks down,"My left ankle."

Gauri takes a look at his ankle, it doesn't appear to be bruised but it's swollen at the outer side of his foot. She's been aspiring to be a medical apprentice, she knows this could probably mean a fracture. She pushes to her feet.

"How did this happen?"

"I accidentally put too much pressure on my ankle while I fell, my princess." He says, sounding like a properly chastised child. Gauri sighs, wondering why every man she knows is as stubborn as this.

"And you couldn't have told me, why? I was walking too fast for you to catch up without hurting yourself, you could have spoken up!" She shakes her head at him, her irritation coming back to her in full force. He may not consider her his friend, but he surely is her friend and she wants to do right by him, damn his courtesy.

Bhairav continues looking down. "You needn't accommodate my irregularities, my princess. I will be as functional as ever, I swear that to you."

"Bhairavrath Prabhu," she's not called him by his full name in a while, she thinks amid her anger,"You are my concern. You are my responsibility. And you are my friend. Your health is also a concern of mine and if you injure yourself, it is my responsibility to give you proper care. Do not make me fail again. I couldn't care less about your function as my guard over your health. Do you understand, Bhairav?"

He looks surprised again, almost like he can't digest what she's saying but automatically nods. He will say yes to anything she does and wants, he's hardwired to do that. Her heart aches at his predicament and she wills her anger away.

"Sit here, I shall call a guard to bring Vaidhyashree Amba here." She points at the containers that line the walls of the empty corridor, knowing that they were used for kitchen transport and wouldn't be needed until late afternoon.

Bhairav shakes his head frantically, finally meeting her eyes,"No! You cannot go alone, my princess, you're already in danger. I apologise, but I cannot allow that!"

"And I will not allow you to suffer!" She glares at him, hoping it will stick in his head,"Sit down, Bhairav. I will find another guard at the end of the corridor. I will be in your sights. And I will be back in a moment."

Bhairav's eyes should be considered weapons.

He looks at her, again, pleading. "Please," he says softly,"I cannot fail you, my princess."

Gauri takes another step towards him. "And you shan't. I trust you, Bhairav. Watch over me for a while and I will be back to you soon."

He still looks unsure but nods jerkily.

Gauri feels his eyes at her at all moments that she's away, and she can see him relax when she's back to him. She pointedly looks at the containers and he sits down meekly, seemingly afraid of her ire now that he's not worried a shadow will jump out and kill her.

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Gauri sighs at the looks she gets when she's late to lunch.

She had been relieved beyond measure when the healer had diagnosed that Bhairav only had a sprain and nothing too serious. She spent the rest of her time arguing with Bhairav to take rest for the week. As always, all his shyness seemed to vaporise when arguing with her about her safety and he'd bring her down to take the day off.

But Gauri is nothing if not stubborn and she brought him down from following her everywhere to guarding her door at night. Yamuna, her other guard, will follow her for the time until Bhairav is healed.

Amar glances at her nervously. He'd been scared out of his mind when she didn't show up to the Library and he'd run across the palace to find her when he got her message that she was in the infirmary. He wished Bhairav to get well soon and since has been hovering.

"I hear you're becoming friendly with your servants." Uncle says, a sneer on his face. Gauri throws a glare at Bhalla, who returns the irritation. "Do you not know your limits as a princess? Your behaviour is a reflection of the royal family. Stop behaving like a—"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. Amar's empty plate falls on the ground with a loud clang. He looks unapologetic as he deadpans,"Oops." He raises an eyebrow at their uncle and bends down to pick up his plate. Out of sheer habit, Gauri covers his head with her hand and then slaps the back of his head when he tries to straighten up too fast and ends up hitting her hand on the table's edge. His head would have borne the damage if her hand hadn't been there.

He caresses her hand almost absentmindedly as he requests Mohan, their server, to serve him. Gauri sees their uncle throw a dirty look at Maa and realises Maa must have signaled him to let the conversation drop.

"Children, I would like to discuss something extremely important with you." Maa says, making sure to hold their gazes,"You're going to be sixteen next year and after that, you will have to choose what speciation you want in your education. You will continue to learn everything you are now, but the specifications will help you grow as a person as well as in the roles you will play in the future."

"What's there to discuss?" Uncle says before any of them can speak. "Bhalla will learn politics and tactics to be the future king, it's absolutely essential for him. Bahubali can learn better sword fighting to be the senapati."

Bhalla raises his eyebrows at Gauri. "What will you learn, sister? Weight lifting?"

She kicks him under the table. He kicks back.

"I asked the three of you. Speak. And the future king of Mahishamati has not yet been decided. After you two turn twenty five, you will be tested again to see who has the better ability to rule."

"As father said, I'd like to learn politics and war tactics further." Bhalla says, scowling for a moment before he purses his lips.

Bahu shrugs. "I'd like to learn more about finance as well as weapons, Maa."

What a boring boy.

"I am still undecided between medicine and social studies, Maa," Gauri says,"They both seem equally essential to me for the welfare of the society as well as my career."

"Career?" Uncle raises an eyebrow.

Gauri nods, forcing a smile on her face. "Why, uncle, whichever of my brothers becomes the King, he will need a cabinet of competent ministers, will he not?"

Maa nods. "Yes. Ministers and officials of a state are almost as important as the ruler. They have the ability to build or ruin a state." Maa smiles at the three of them. "I've noted your preferences. However, you have to promise me to do your best at your chosen fields. You still have a year, if you wish to change your ideas. However, I expect nothing less than sincerity and excellence."

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The next night, Gauri finds Bhairav posted on her doors the moment she returns to her chambers after dinner.

It was quite strange, not having Bhairav beside her. Yamuna is a great company, if a bit hesitant to comment and lacking the same audacious humour Bhairav has. She laughs and comments sarcastically on everything but Gauri's behaviour. She talks with Gauri about her interests, about how she wishes to marry the man who lives across her house and owns a pottery shop. Yamuna shares details of her life with Gauri as if they were colleagues.

It makes Gauri realise that she doesn't know anything about Bhairav.

But Yamuna isn't Bhairav.

"Bhairav." Gauri greets him with a smile that reaches her eyes. To see him in perfect health is relieving.

Bhairav bows his head at her with a small smile of his own. "My princess."

"How is your foot, Bhairav?"

"It's fine, my princess," he says, almost sounding resigned,"You needn't worry, the healer says I can be back to duty in a couple of days at best."

Gauri raises her eyebrows. "I did not ask you about your functionality but your health, Bhairav." She looks down at his heavily bandaged foot with a frown. "Don't keep standing all night, you will hurt yourself more."

But there's nothing that he can use as a seat and Gauri knows just how stubborn the boy is. Bhairav just nods at her words in a way that she's come to recognise. It's meant to placate her enough to lead her attention elsewhere while he completely disregards her advice.

Gauri scowls at him. "Will you obey every order I give you, Bhairav?"

He immediately nods, bowing his head again. "Anything you wish, my princess. I'm at your service."

She opens her chamber doors. "Come in," she says, and he hesitates only a moment before following her like a lost puppy. She knows she must keep the doors open in case someone passes by and assumes the worst if they see closed doors. She points at the stool at her dressing table. "Get yourself that stool and guard my doors while sitting on that."

Bhairav shakes his head,"I cannot—"

Gauri doesn't have any patience to deal with his reluctance tonight, not after she performed terribly in arithmetics today. "It wasn't a request, Bhairav. Get it done. I do not want to see myself disobeyed, yes?"

He mutters a quick sullen apology and Gauri feels guilt bloom in her chest as well but she sees to it that he lifts her stool out and sets it near the right corner of her door, the best vantage point. "I'm going to sleep, Bhairav," she says, staring him down,"But that does not mean that you will disobey my orders. Sit down and guard me. Your leg does not need to suffer for me to be safe. Your sword is enough to guarantee my safety."

He nods, ears turning red. "Yes, my princess. I shall do as you wish."

"Thank you," she says. Gauri hesitates a moment before she sighs and moves closer to Bhairav. "I apologise for my rudeness, Bhairav. However, I will not have you compromising yourself. Your safety is my priority as well. I swore to shield you too. You are my friend too. Your health is a necessary component for me."

Bhairav smiles softly at her. "I understand, my princess. I promise to not disobey you. And I apologise for being difficult."

I'm not used to someone caring for me.

The unspoken sentence stays between them like a god only they can see.

I will make you used to it.

The promise that Gauri makes to herself as well as him helps her resolve to find whoever wants her dead. She knows Bhairav will be paranoid until the culprit is captured and she also knows the original culprit will never be in the dungeons but the conspirators can end up dead.

Gauri looks forward to that.

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Tagging: @alhad-si-simran @vijayasena @voidsteffy @satanicallysatanicchild

This is kinda shorter than usual ig but it's all I can write for now lol, too much exam stress

#desiblr #suffer ye suhana nahi #desi tumblr #bahubali #baahubali #devasena #ram charan #fanfiction #Amrendra Bahubali #ss rajamouli

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madlena · 2 months

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Hades!Sasuke and Persephone!Sakura dancing in the ballroom in Chapter 29 ff Quietus

Sakura's tongue had joined her heart on the traitor bandwagon, and her brain seemed worryingly eager to follow suite. Suddenly she couldn't think straight. She forgot how to speak when she felt the tip of his aristocratic nose nuzzle into her hair and heard him inhale deeply. When his right hand released hers and trailed with near agonising unhurriedness down the slender curve of her waist, Sakura felt like every part of her was caught between devastating electricity and intolerable fire. She didn't know what to do to get away from the head spinning sensations his touches were eliciting. And what terrified her most of all was that a part of her, at that very moment, wasn't even fully certain that it wanted to get away.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7449361/1/Quietus

@scribe-of-elysium - Autor FF

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dxkk1104 · 11 months

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A quiet sob reached his ears.

A melody of pain came from behind him.

Clenching his eyelids, he counted to ten. He waited, listening to see if she was still crying. He didn't feel like talking in the middle of the night; he didn't want confessions or words of comfort. But Sakura didn't stop.

Taking a deep breath, he turned on his other side in the sleeping bag. Her long hair covered most of her face, but Sasuke could perfectly see the tears flying onto the already soaked fabric.

Extending his hand, he automatically exposed her other eye. Sakura only now realized that he was looking at her. With her eyes wide open, she looked into his deep black.

They didn't need any words.

Sasuke stared at her red skin, while Sakura tried to get rid of the last wet marks on her cheeks.

Unable to look at her like this any longer, he reached into his bag, pulling out one of three handkerchiefs his mother had made herself when he was still a child. Handing it to Sakura, he watched with what gratitude she received the small gesture.

Sasuke gave her a piece of the past; a thing that no one but him could have; without hesitation.

Wiping her nose, she handed him a handkerchief, but he stopped her with a movement of his head, conveying with a glance that she should leave it to herself. Instead, he gently touched her shoulder and pointed to the sky.

The stars were his anchor. He loved looking at them, turning off intrusive thoughts.

Sakura followed suit and after a while her eyelids began to close.

Sasuke fell asleep as his mirror, in which the stars are reflected, closed.

#sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sssnippetaday #ss fic #ss fanfiction #team 7 #sasusaku #genin sasusaku

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fallout4reacts · 4 months

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I wrote a F!Sole Survivor / Paladin Danse one shot. Another look into the relationship between Elle and Danse and it moves from enemies to friends to lovers.

Tags: Enemies to friends to lovers, Hurt/Comfort, platonic (unrecognized) feelings Trigger warnings: Drug use, attempted (unintentional) suicide Read it on Ao3 because it is so flipping long... I am incapable of writing anything short it seems... https://archiveofourown.org/works/52450413 (If you wanna know more about their "enemies" history, please read my fic "Walking", and if you want something more lighthearted and moving into "lovers" territory read my two shot "Man Enough".

#fallout4reacts #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #my art #elle #sole survivor #paladin danse #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #F!ss/paladin danse #danse #elle walker #female sole survivor #fem sole #F! sole survivor

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alexjobs · 1 year

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If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and go read Covenant by @starry0-o right now! It’s an on-going SasuSaku war-fic that will keep you wishing for more!

Join us over at our Discord Server

[Original art by @ni23ku]

#covenant #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #ssff #sasusaku fanart #ss fanart #ss fanfiction #discord

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catflorist · 1 year

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soft day (ao3 / ffn) catflorist summary: Sasuke returns to Konoha. By chance, he and Sakura are neighbors. They aren't quite friends anymore.

[slice of life, slow burn, roommates to lovers, rated E]

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku fanfic #ss fic #my ss #my fic #soft day

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manias-wordcount · 11 months

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Could I possibly request Ghirahim or even Link with a female reader who acts similar to Fischl I've been playing her again recently and her voice lines are stuck in my head so this came to mind while playing skyward sword again

S/o who acts like Fischl HCs (Ghirahim, Link)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗦 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Ghirahim

The two of you are like a match made in heaven

It’s actually annoying to everyone around you WHAHAHAH

You could say something that makes absolutely no sense at all or use the most overly extravagant language and Ghirahim would just be like

“I know, right!!!”

Seriously though, the two of you have slightly different dramatic flairs but Ghirahim knows what it’s like to be the best person in a building full of commoners

It’s your confidence and mysterious nature that drew him in after all

You could seriously be a completely normal girl but Ghirahim is so smitten with your attitude, he’s more than ready to believe you’re a goddess reborn or that you’re more powerful than they ever could

In fact, he’ll be so involved with you that he’ll order everyone around you to show you the utmost respect to the point that they can only speak through HIM to get to you

So don’t worry about anyone giving you trouble- it won’t happen on his watch

You know he’ll gladly cut out the tongue of anyone who dares do anything against you- even mispronounce your name

Link

He finds you amusing and the whole thing very cute

But bless his heart he has no idea what you’re saying half the time

It’s definitely been the cause of slight frustration between the two of you

But Link is a good boy

He’ll try his best to translate and to play along with you

And naturally, he knows that over half of what you said isn’t true

After all, it’s kind of hard to believe you’re from another world when he has known you since birth, knows your parents, and by a completely different name

Though that won’t stop him from playing along and even taking up the role of a humble knight

Especially because he knows it makes you happy

Now if he could just make a book or find one that translates all the formal and weird language you use…that would be great

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