#and this is the worst country for this the men here are PRINCESSES

[hoshinasblade]

Can I hear your thoughts on calling Soshiro the wrong name? Like when I first got into the kn8 fandom, I could never get Soshiro's name right. It's always "Seishiro" as in Nagi Seishiro from Blue Lock 💔. I wonder what his reaction would be to hear his partner calling him a diff guy's name 🤔

this ask has the potential to cause so much mayhem anon, thank you for sending through

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader content warnings: none, just a bit suggestive at the end, established relationship this is super short, but hopefully you like it! my ask is open again for requests but be warned that replies will be delayed. it takes time for me to write, and if i dont immediately vibe with the prompt, that makes it harder for me. i will always reply though because there is not a lot of hoshina stuff around here and i value people's ideas. thank you guys for understanding!

being hoshina soshiro's girlfriend has a lot of perks.

first of all, you had never felt safer anywhere you go when he is accompanying you - it's not that you treat him as your personal body guard, but he cannot help to act like one, always on the lookout to protect you. more than everything, nothing beats knowing the simple fact that you are dating an ultra-handsome killing machine who treats you like a princess.

the thing is, being hoshina soshiro's girlfriend also has some downside.

the worst of all is because the vice-captain is famous, it cannot be helped that women and a few men are all over him, competing for a crumb of his attention.

your smile disappeared when you saw another video from the social media influencer you mentioned to hoshina last week. it was a short edited footage of the vice-captain's brief interview after the most recent kaiju attack - his hair wet from perspiration, his long fingers trying to brush his bangs away from his eyes. how hoshina can still look ravishing after killing kaijus is a mystery for you as well - no one should be allowed to be that hot, you thought. "hoshina, date me," the caption reads in an annoying cursive font. you were going to scroll away when you noticed your own boyfriend's personal account among the few thousands who liked the clip - the icon of his profile is at the top of the list. you closed the app, formulating a plan to exact a cruel vengeance against hoshina.

the chance came that same night when hoshina dropped by your apartment for dinner. the entire week is for saving the country, hoshina would tell you, but weekends are always dedicated to movie marathons and cuddling until one of you falls asleep.

"what's the theme for tonight? any preferences?" hoshina asked, pressing buttons in the remote control as he goes over the directory of tv series and chick flicks. "i'm thinking something scary."

"you know if you are looking for a reason to snuggle with me, you can literally just say that, soichiro." there was no change in your tone as you delivered the line, biting the insides of your cheek so you won't burst out laughing. keeping a straight face was not that difficult because hoshina seemed to ignore you.

"the conjuring, then." hoshina sat beside you in the couch after choosing a title, his right arm going around your waist as he leans into you.

you rested your head on his shoulder a bit and inhaled lightly the scent of his shirt. "you smell nice, soichiro."

hoshina's arm dropped faster than you would have expected, and when you glanced at him, you wondered if you had taken this game a bit too far.

"right, what did i do this time?" hoshina did not bothering the show playing in the television, the opening credits rolling in the screen.

"what do you mean?" your words were hurried because you feel you were going to explode in giggles. it is absolutely funny how the most skilled close-quarters combatant of the defense force can react so strongly to being called a different name.

"come on, you calling me by my brother's name is infuriating enough already. you doing it again is just hurting my feelings now. you're never mean without a reason. what is this about?" hoshina's face is earnest now and admittedly, you felt a tiny tinge of guilt.

you sighed. "i don't know, maybe your fans wouldn't be calling you the wrong name. you should date them instead." it came out of your mouth too bitter, but you could not take your statement back. trust has never been an issue between you and hoshina in the years you were together, but you don't suppose it is wholly your fault when you get affected by little things like this.

"if i wanted to, i would," hoshina answered calmly. "but obviously, i don't. because here i am, proposing we watch something scary so you could snuggle with me."

you chuckled and that finally eased the tension. "i'm sorry. i did not mean to ruin our night," you confessed. "i swear to pretend i'm scared of the ghost in the movie so i can cuddle closer to you."

hoshina's eyes carry a certain sparkle whenever he smiles. he leaned on you again then grabbing your hand, linked your fingers together.

"hey, you can always talk to me if something's bothering you, you know that, right? and i'll always try to do better by you," he said before kissing you.

you and your boyfriend never finished the movie but at least by the end of the night, hoshina had made sure you call him by no one else's name by making you moan his.

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Anime Titles Summarized (Poorly)

Vampire Knight: *insert Twilight joke here* Ouran High School Host Club: *small child voice* There's debauchery here! Sailor Moon: Everyone's bi. No, I mean it. EVERYONE. Clannad: I'm not crying yOU'RE CRYING Your Lie in April: Mommy Issues & Lots of Tissues Fruits Basket: MOMMY ISSUES ON STEROIDS Yuri on Ice: Sexy gay figure skating Sk8 the Infinity: Sexy gay skate-boarding Blue Exorcist: "[Satan] may have been your father, but he wasn't your daddy." FullMetal Alchemist: Family is your best ally Trigun: Family is your worst enemy Kaguya-sama Love is War: Idiots to Lovers the anime The Ancient Magus Bride: What if a monsterfucker romance was also Ace? Violet Evergarden: Gorgeously animated ✨TRAUMA✨ Made in Abyss: Adorably animated ✨TRAUMA✨ Madoka Magica: *Admiral Ackbar voice* IT'S A TRAP! My Hero Academia: X-Men alternative universe where mutants are the majority of the population Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke came here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. And he's all out of bubble gum. Inuyasha: Time travel, youkai, and jewel shards, oh my! Ranma 1/2: The original bisexual harem Urusei Yatsura: Crack. Just pure, unadulterated alien crack. MAO: Feral Catgirl x Tired Catboy Tokyo Mew Mew: Cute girl fursonas are named after food Shugo Chara!: His Dark Materials magical girl!AU Kamisama Kiss: The How to Train Your Dragon of shoujo Noragami: Girl adopts homeless god Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle: Eat your heart out, Doctor Who Skip-Beat!: Eat your heart out, slow burn fanfiction Kiss Him Not Me: Losing weight = gaining a harem Baccano!: Murders on the Immortal Mafia Express Cowboy Bebop: Bounty hunters need therapy Attack on Titan: EVERYONE NEEDS THERAPY Alice in the Country of Hearts: The sexiest and unhealthiest escapism Cardcaptor Sakura: Beautiful gay representation, terrible Elephant in the Room Fushigi Yuugi: Look, when I said falling in love with a fictional character, I didn't mean that LITERALLY-- Angel Sanctuary: Mutual incest destroys the world as we know it Guilty Crown: Unrequited incest destroys the world as we know it Zombie Land Saga: The undead as cutesy idols. That's it. That's the show. Yurikuma Arashi: Lesbian bears Princess Tutu: Duck becomes ballerina

Part 2 Here!

[thepenultimateword]

The Worst Kind of Medal

The war had left more scars on the nation than it had Umbra’s body, so she wasn’t surprised that the airship came in 6 hours later than the schedule had claimed. She was more surprised that she was still standing on the platform, bold-lettered sign locked in her fists at either corner, when it arrived. No one had told her she needed to be at the port when Prince Waylon arrived in Graybourne, only that he was to be her lifelong charge forever after. She probably should have left a soldier here in her place and enjoyed her last few hours of freedom at home.

A bit of guilt pricked her insides. That was unfair. No one had forced her into this marriage arrangement. She’d accepted it–maybe only for the promises that came along with it, but still an acceptance. If she was uncomfortable now, it was her fault.

Several men leaped from the ship deck, ropes coiled under their arms. They rushed to knot the tethers to the docking posts as their feet touched the ground. It was complicated to get a ship back in the air once grounded, so most docks were constructed on cliff faces or in Greybourne’s case on towers. This allowed the ship to remain airborne yet steady for boarding and exiting; the same went for inspections and refueling. The only real reason for a ship to land was in case of major repairs.

The plank dropped, and a surge of people rushed onto the platform. Umbra scanned the crowd, with rapid scrutiny. She wished she’d asked for a photograph of her potential husband before the royal family shipped him here. The monarch probably wouldn’t grant her another reward if she lost him on the very first day. 

“Ser Umbra!”

Her gaze shot to the deck where a man with long silvery hair braided crownlike around his forehead and then draped loosely over one shoulder waved over the crowd. Another man, hair-slicked and face creased with a long-suffering frown, reached out to grab him, but the prince was already bounding down the plank. He was more petite than she had expected, his head bobbing in and out of sight as he weaved clumsily through the crowd, bumping shoulders every few steps. As he darted around the last mozying couple, he nearly barreled straight into her chest, but he managed to catch himself just short, tipping up onto his toes in the process.

“Ser Umbra,” he repeated, panting up at her with a broad smile. “I-it’s really you! You came yourself! I really wasn’t expecting to see you straight off the ship! Ryann told me I probably wouldn’t see you until tomorrow morning because of your duties!”

Umbra blinked at him. Her heart felt like it had been seized and clutched hard in her chest.

She’d wondered why the King had suggested Prince Waylon as her groom. It had seemed a very quick choice. She’d figured it was because he was fifth in line for the throne—the royal family wouldn’t marry a soldier to someone who could one day take the crown, no matter how much she’d done for her country. Now, looking at his peeking canines, golden eyes, and long, curling tail, it was abundantly clear this had been a careful act of strategy.

King Esmond had never been shy about taking wives, and as a result, many of his children came from foreign royalty, a way of securing many alliances at once. Not so with the Auskeran princess. Umbra had not yet been born when the marriage took place, but everyone knew that was where the tensions between the two countries had started. With the princess's death.

But now, with the war ended and Auskeran firmly independent from the rest of the world, no foreign alliances were waiting for a half-Auskerian prince. And keeping him around the capital was a liability in itself. His very appearance was a reminder of the recent horrors and a symbol of shame to the King. But he was still of royal blood, and banishments–no matter how merciful–had a habit of coming back to bite. So what did they do? They gave him to a local. Someone high enough to merit such a match but low enough that she couldn’t refuse. Someone who would take all the perks of having a royal spouse as appeasement for the inconvenience of his half-bloodedness.

Still, they had to have known her feelings about such a thing. The war had not ended so many months ago that an Auskerian, even half of one, didn’t bother her. Perhaps that was the very reason they’d said nothing. They wouldn’t want to risk her denial.

“How did you know what I look like?” Umbra said, forcing her clenched jaw apart. He’d picked her out from the crowd on sight. He couldn’t have seen the sign from that distance, could he?

The prince flushed a little. “Father showed me a photograph of the Greybourne division as soon as he told me about the marriage arrangement. He said you’re a general of high standing. You held the eastern front steady for two years before scouting over the border. You won us the war practically singlehanded!” 

Umbra was about to explain that it was far more complex than that but Prince Waylon carried on without pause. 

“And to think, of all the prestigious matches you could have received, Father chose me! I’ve been showing that photo to everyone for the last month! But it got sort of crumpled from carrying it around too much, so my sister painted your portrait for me as a wedding gift. See?” 

He pried open the locket around his neck and leaned forward to show her a very accurate, stoic miniature of her own face. She was dressed in her military uniform, her medal of honor–a medal that she’d really only worn twice, once when it was bestowed and again for a newspaper photo–pinned bold and gleaming to her chest.

 “She made one for you too, here!” He fished into his breast pocket and held out a matching bronze locket by its chain. 

Umbra watched it swing for a couple moments before she tentatively accepted it. “I, um…” He was staring at her so expectantly what was she supposed to do? She slipped the chain over her head, and the locket settled in the hollow of her chest. “Thank you.”

He continued to stare. Gaze flicking to the locket and back to her face again. He definitely wasn’t subtle. 

She picked open the latch and looked vaguely at the companion miniature. “Ah.”

It wasn’t much of a reaction but the prince immediately pounced on it.

“I hope it's ok. I wanted it to be more interesting or at least be smiling, but Isabeau said portraits are supposed to be serious. I’m lucky she let me be as expressive as that.”

“No, no, it’s very nice,” Umbra said. Lied. She hadn’t even noticed whether the portrait had been straight-faced or smiling. She should probably be more excited, or at least appreciative. Princess Isabeau was supposedly a real artistic talent—from the accuracy of her own portrait she had to agree—and her skill mixed with her status, made her paintings some of the most saught after in the kingdom. Now she had one around her neck and she couldn’t even give it a proper enough to look to give a specific detail of praise.

Luckily, Prince Waylon took her words at face value. He noticeably relaxed, and she snapped the locket shut again.

“Prince Waylon!” The other man from the ship shoved out from the crowd, a little more disheveled than he’d been moments ago and lugging two large suitcases. He let the cases drop heavily to the planks and tugged sharply on the ends of his black suit. “A member of the royal family does not fly off like that! You must conduct yourself with decorum! And that means staying with your escort!”

“I was with Ser Umbra, so it was fine,” Prince Waylon said.

The man’s attention flicked toward her, scanning her up and down with an unimpressed expression. As an employee to the royal family why would he be? 

“This is Ryann, my escort to Greybourne,” Prince Waylon said. “He’s supposed to return to Ashborough once he sees me settled.  

“Ser,” Ryann said with a short bow. “Unfortunately, the royal officiant was delayed, so the wedding will have to be postponed at least a couple weeks. I’m to stay until that point to be another witness.”

Great. The last thing she wanted was time to start overthinking things. She’d wanted this done as quickly as possible. And now, with the prince’s Auskerian features to unsettle her, she wanted it done even faster.

“You both must be tired,” she said, hefting up one of the suitcases. “My car is at the base of the tower. I’ll take you to the house so you can rest.”

“Oh, I’m not that tired–” Waylon began

“You drive?” Ryann interrupted as he grabbed the remaining case. “You don’t have a chauffeur?”

“I have drivers,” Umbra clarified. “For shopping and other errands. I simply prefer the autonomy of driving myself. Don’t worry, I don’t expect Prince Waylon to get along without a chauffeur.”

“Oh, maybe I could learn too?”

“Absolutely not,” Ryann snapped. “You’ll get yourself killed. Besides, who ever heard of royalty driving themselves? You’re not one of the working class.”

Umbra started down the first tower ramp, letting them fall into step beside her. Should she say something? Tell the prince he could try driving if he liked? But her drivers didn’t have time to keep an eye on him and she hadn’t planned on engaging in any extra responsibilities. She also didn’t think there was much point in ruffling the escort further. So she remained quiet.

Prince Waylon didn’t seem to take the denial too hard. He chatted a bit on the way down, pointing out the landscape and buildings as they went. Umbra nodded along, but didn’t listen much; she was more focused on the many glances the prince received from passersby, ranging from curiosity to outright disgust. Ryann must have been aware as well because he kept a protective hand on the prince’s arm the entire way down.

The car waited at the curb for them. A sleek green thing with three steam valves that she’d purchased shortly after the war’s end. It was easier traveling back and forth to the military headquarters this way.

“Here we are.” Umbra popped the door to the trunk, putting away the first suitcase and then taking the second from Ryann.

The escort dusted off his hands, as if the meanialness of the task were a visible smudge on his station. He then stepped back to survey the car’s body. “This is a handsome vehicle.”

 Umbra expected it was one of the only words of praise she was going to receive during his stay, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to use it to her advantage. “It does the job.”

 “Ser Umbra, can I sit up front with you?” Prince Waylon chirped from the side.

“You’re not going to address me as Ser Umbra our entire marriage, are you?”

His face washed a hot pink. “I wasn’t sure what you preferred.”

“You’re not a part of my regiment. Umbra is fine.”

“Then I’m just Waylon.” He smiled. A sweet, bright-eyed expression that made Umbra’s insides churn like someone was trying to turn them inside out. The officator had better get there fast.

She nodded curtly and circled around to the passenger door, holding it for him as he picked up the ends of his traveling cloak and slid inside. As she closed it behind him, she caught a glimpse of Ryann’s expression before he entered the backseat. Silent approval. Seemed she’d passed whatever test the employee had in mind for vehicle etiquette. She wasn’t look forward to any similar tests. Her rise in the military had granted her a title and a fortune, but she certainly could claim to be as well-bred as anyone in the royal court. Which for many was a sin in itself. 

The drive from the port to her small estate lasted only 20 minutes and was mainly quiet. Waylon ooed at every street and building they passed. Umbra couldn’t imagine anything here in Greybourne, a city on the very edge of the kingdom, could surpass Ashborough in all its capital glory. Perhaps he was only trying to be polite. However, as they pulled up the lane to the estate, his nose was almost pressed to the glass.

“It’s beautiful!”

Now Umbra knew he was being polite. The estate was a sturdy, grey-stoned building with two stories and several acres of surrounding meadow. A garage hid humbly and strategically around the back so as not to ruin the aesthetic view of the front or boast the ownership of two cars. It may have been larger than many of the other homes in Graybourne, and yes, it was rather pretty in the golden hour of evening, but it was nothing compared to the manors in Ashborough let alone the palace. Umbra had been dragged into several parties and ceremonies in the capital after the war’s official end, and extravagant was an understatement.

Waylon clutched his locket and mumbled under his breath. “It’s like a dream.”

A dream? What did princes have to dream about?

Umbra circled the drive and parked directly in front of the large oak front doors. Arlin and Madeline must have been watching from inside–she was impressed they stayed at the ready for the entire 6 hours she had been gone–because they rushed out the front the moment she stepped out of the vehicle. 

Arlin opened the passenger door before Umbra could make her way fully around, but to his credit, his surprise only lasted a moment. Raised eyebrows shot back down, parted lips promptly pinned shut, and he bowed his head as Waylon stepped down to the gravel drive. 

“Your majesty,” Arlin said, then moved on to Ryann’s door.

In the meantime, Madeline had made quick work of unloading the luggage. The bags seemed oversized compared to her small frame, but she showed no struggle as she carried them around. Her reaction to the prince showed more in an exchange of glances with Arlin than a change of expression. 

“Welcome back, Miss,” she said, “we were beginning to worry something had gone wrong.”

“Just a slight delay in the ship’s arrival,” Umbra said, passing the car keys to Arlin, who promptly took the car around to the garage. “Madeline, will you show the prince and his escort to their rooms? They’ve had a long trip, and it’s getting late.”

“Of course, Miss. I’ll let Henrietta and the others know that dinner will be served in the guests’ rooms tonight.”

“Thank you. Only tea for me tonight. Please have it brought to my office.” She didn’t think she could stomach anything else tonight. Maybe a cup of tea would settle some of her more turbulent emotions.

“Oh, Ser– I mean, Umbra,” Waylon said, the end of his tail flicking eagerly. “I’m really not tired, and I’d love to see more of the estate, and talk to you more. Maybe we can go for a walk–that meadow back there looks promising–and I can tell you–”

“My prince,” Ryann said firmly. The prince jolted, looking at Ryann with wide eyes. The escort gave him a subtle shake of his head.

Waylon looked down at the gravel, ears going slightly pink. “My apologies Ser Umbra. I overexcited.”

Oh no, she needed to say something didn’t she? Something smart and smooth that saved the prince’s feelings without backing down from her preference for a quiet night. She hated hosting. She especially the politics that came with it.

“I’d be happy to show you around the grounds tomorrow,” she said, hoping it didn’t sound forced. “The sun is about to go down soon and the view can’t be appreciated so well in the dark. Besides the meadow is riddled with rabbit holes; I wouldn’t want you to misstep and break an ankle.”

“Ah.” He raised his eyes toward her. Luminescence crept in at the corners. Once the sun had gone completely down, those eyes would be completely aglow. “That would be unfortunate. I…look forward to tomorrow then.” It was hard to read whether he believed her. His gaze showed some relief, but the wrap of his tail around his leg still spoke to some embarrassment. Nevertheless, some of his old exuberance slipped through the cracks in his politeness. “It was a joy–no, an honor–to begin making your acquaintance.” 

Umbra forced eye contact until he turned away, prompted toward the house by Madeline’s beckoning. A cold feeling had lodged itself in the middle of her chest. 

She hoped the officiator would come fast.

[kitashousewife]

Here Comes Trouble

an: chapter one to my lover of mine series! i'll add the tag list in the comments.

A few weeks after the year anniversary of your coronation as the princess of Sendon, things are finally starting to feel real. Unfortunately for you, an afternoon of eavesdropping proves to be much messier than you thought

warnings: angst, food and drink mentions, reader wears dresses and makeup, royal AU and attitudes, misogynic behavior, swearing, tension

wc: 3.1k

Late spring meant for a lot of changes. New fabrics and decorations around the palace, new floral arrangements brought in at the start of each week, as well as many festivals and fundraisers to be planned. Aside from the smaller details, there were a lot of changes to your schedule as well.

Since becoming princess of Sendon, you've gained more responsibilities. Instead of sitting in on meetings, you've been asked to lead them. Appearances were no longer few and far between; your schedule is packed with them, constantly being arranged to fit just a few more. The newfound trust has been exciting, but tiring nonetheless. Thankfully your Grandmother, the Queen, has been extremely kind and involved in this strange transition.

You're grateful of course, as this has never been in your plans.

One year and a few short weeks ago, you stood front and center in the palace cathedral as the country cheered your name and you accepted your new role. Having a very mundane upbringing in the suburbs, graduating from public school and then college, you had never in million years thought you would receive this sort of news. Sure, you had read in books and heard bizarre stories about people across the world suddenly becoming famous, but they always seemed as if they would be just that; stories.

But now, as you sip your tea from the kitchen counter of the palace kitchen, those stories are very much your reality.

"Remember, you have a meeting with the queen right before lunch today," your secretary Utahime reminds you as she quickly walks into the kitchen, dropping off what you assume is a menu to the chef with a smile.

"I remember," you nod, slipping off of the marble to place your dishes near the sink. "Her office?"

Utahime nods, eyes skimming the calendar in her arms. "Maki and Mai have some outfit options in your room."

You hum. One of the best parts of your new role.

"Alright," you sigh. The clock over your very diligent secretary's shoulder reads about 10:00 AM. "I'll be there." She only nods in response once more, quickly shuffling out the door with a small wave.

You thank the kitchen staff with a smile before making your way upstairs. It's Monday morning, meaning your Grandmother is in and out of meetings with different departments, so you feel a little special that she has made time for you in your busy schedule.

The marble staircase in the middle of the palace is empty, save for a couple men who work to dust it. Come to think of it, you've seen more people than usual around this morning.

"Princess,"

"Maki, Mai, how are you two today?"

Maki comes around the corner from your bathroom and into your room. "Annoyed, and you?"

You snort. "Intrigued. What happened?"

Mai grabs three garment bags from their resting spot on your bed and hangs them from rolling wardrobe in the middle of your room. You lean against the mattress as the two girls work to unzip the bags.

"The Queen's assistants sent these up this morning," Mai grunts as she struggles with the zipper of one of the outfits. "and they have got to be the worst ones yet."

Each outfit is the exact same, just different colors. An A-line dress, just below the knee, with a matching coat, as well as a pair of plain white heels. At least you have the option between pale pink, blue, or yellow.

"They're not that bad," you stand up, feeling the fabric between your fingers. Most of the outfits you are provided are simple and clean: Princess Attire as your Grandmother calls it. "Blue is fine for today."

Maki and Mai share a glance, knowing you would pick that one. Mai trots off to your closet with the dress and shoes, while Maki zips up the remaining outfits.

"What are you meeting with the Queen about today?"

You follow Mai into the closet, grabbing a simple linen dress from the small section of clothes that actually belong to you. Slipping off your pajamas, you shrug.

"I actually have no clue. Normally, she fills me in but it's anyone's guess this time," the linen hits just above your knees, perfect for the sudden heat wave the kingdom is experiencing. Maki appears behind you suddenly, placing a pair of socks and shoes next to you. One thing the Queen has not been able to change, much to her dismay, is the way you dress in your free time.

"Thanks," Maki nods before grabbing the laundry. "Have you two heard anything?"

Your very loyal chambermaids share a look, before going back to what they were doing.

"So you have,"

"No!" They say in unison. Mai coughs.

"Well-"

"Mai."

Your eyebrows scrunch together while you do your hair quickly. The two rarely keep secrets from you, which means this must be something big.

"Please!" You exit the closet to find the two girls whispering to each other before jumping back to look at you. "C'mon, just tell me."

They stare at you with empathetic looks on their faces. You let out a defeated sigh before heading out the door.

"Fine, fine. I'll find out soon enough I suppose. I'll see you two in a bit," you wave and walk out the door, wracking your brain as to what today could be about. Your Grandmother is very close to you, sharing almost everything that goes on in the meetings you aren't invited to. She hasn't said a word though, which makes you anxious.

You decide to spend your free morning in the garden, checking on the different flowers the gardeners so kindly planted at your request. Right before you make it to the entrance of the garden, you hear the muffled voices of men from an open window. Shuffling over as quiet as you can, you crouch beneath the window and listen.

"It is possible, and it will have to be possible. She will not be without a spouse. She will be more respected that way." A few hums of agreement follow.

"That rule is old, and with all due respect Sir, that's why we haven't practiced it in what, 50 years? At least?" The voice of your Grandma comes through the window. She seems irritated, to say the least. The other voice wasn't as familiar.

"Your Highness, it's still in the law. And you of all people must know that we can't change it." That voice is much more familiar. Someone in parliament maybe?

"But, I don't think it's necessary. Shouldn't I of all people have the option to change that?"

A silence falls over the room, before someone clears their throat.

"I'm afraid you can't. Section three of the law states-"

"Okay, fine," the Queen walks over to the window. The way it creaks above your head, she must be leaning against the windowsill. You hold your breath, realizing your position for a moment. "Then she must wed."

Who's "she"?

"I say we give her a week."

"A week?" Your Grandmother shrieks, pushing off of the windowsill. Her heels click against the floor. "Absolutely not. Six months at lea-"

"Two months!"

"Ninety days!"

Arguments fill the air until a gavel strikes three times.

"Your Majesty," an elderly man speaks. "The law states that she will have thirty days. If she doesn't find someone in one month," his voice trails off. "She cannot be a princess anymore."

Your stomach sinks and your heart launches up into your throat. Your head spins and you feel sick. There's no way that-

"Then it will be done. I will bring this up to her today. We're meeting in an hour."

Your hands slam against the brick behind you and you start running. You rush through the gardens as fast as your legs will carry you, chest heaving. You could scream. You round the gates and slip through one of the side entrances and into the castle, dress in your fists as you hustle up the stairs.

"What the fuck," you slam your door, entering your chambers with labored breaths. You could scream. The sharp sound of your name fills the room.

"We don't have a lot of time, shower off quickly please," Utahime gives you a pointed look before rushing into your closet. You kick your shoes off at the entrance, throw your dress off and walk into the shower. It takes everything inside of you to not sink to the floor.

"You knew you had-"

"Not now Utahime, I really can't handle any lecturing," you flick the shower off and grab the towel that Mai holds for you outside of the shower walls. She gives you a sad, but understanding look.

"What happened?"

Your secretary can come off as quite severe, but she really is a sister to you. Only a couple years apart from each other meant you had a lot in common.

You huff as you dress quickly, forgoing the matching coat at the moment. As soon as the dress is zipped up, you plop into the vanity chair.

"While I was in the garden, I heard some talking going on from one of the meeting room windows. I stopped to listen and-"

Utahime cuts you off with a sigh. She sits down on the loveseat in the middle of your closet and glances over at you.

"You heard?"

You nod. Nobara comes in quickly, giving you a polite smile before beginning to brush your hair. She gives a glance to Maki and Mai who sit next to Utahime in a couple of chairs.

"God, you knew too? Why does everyone know me getting married before I do?"

Nobara shakes her head, grabbing a few things from the vanity before continuing with your hair. You groan. The entire time you've been a princess, your wishes have been respected. You've never been forced to an event you don't want to go to, you've always had the choice on your schedule for the day. This is new, and unwelcome.

You look at yourself in the mirror and frown. Being a wife was not something that was on your to-do list, and you are not looking forward to finding a husband.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could have told you. I didn't think you would find out this way." Utahime brings you your phone, and you shrug.

"Not your fault. I feel sick," you put your head in your hands. "I bet they have someone lined up for me. Some old royal from who knows where," you close your eyes as Nobara moves on to your makeup, working quickly as you don't have a lot of time. Maki hums in agreement.

The minutes pass in silence, only the sounds of Nobara's quick hands and your chambermaids picking things up fill the room. By the time you're ready to go, you are at a loss. Emotionally and verbally. You look in the mirror one last time. Nobara did a light makeup look and a simple low bun. You thank her before slipping on your heels and heading out the door.

"Good luck," Mai sighs as she leans against one of your bedposts. Maki stands by her side with an apologetic smile.

"Thanks you two. Hopefully, I'll see the two of you at lunch?"

They nod as you and Utahime begin your walk to the Queen's office. You don't say anything at first, and either does she, until her phone chimes.

"The Queen is running late," she mumbles, typing a response while the two of you go down the stairs. "She said she will be there in about thirty minutes and sends her apologies." You roll your eyes.

"I'm going to the garden," Utahime raises her eyebrows. "I'll be on time, I promise. I just need some air." She nods and you walk down the hallway and out the side door. As soon as you walk into the garden, you feel like you can breathe again. Your mind is racing, thoughts of what on earth your Grandma is thinking, mixed with anger at every stupid male in parliament stir in your brain. As you turn to follow the path to the fountain, you run into something.

Or, someone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry,"

"Princess! My apologies, I am so sorry. I should have been looking where I was going."

Before you is a man, much taller than you, with hair white as snow. He's wearing navy slacks, a white button-up, and expensive-looking tan leather shoes. His eyes are wide, and you are sure you've never seen eyes so blue. He's fit, looks about your age, and he's gorgeous. Not only that, but you've never seen him before.

"I'm fine, are you okay? No need to apologize!" You wave him off and smile. He lets out a sigh of relief and gives you a smile of his own. You almost swoon, and you would have if a royal gardener in the corner of your eye wasn't there to remind you of your situation.

"How rude of me. My name's Satoru. I am so honored to meet you, Princess," he bows, grabbing your hand in his before mumbling your name in a sweet voice. He places a kiss to the back of your hand and you nod. You're buzzing, but the months of practice your Grandmother put you through a year ago have you trained to not show it.

Almost.

"S-Satoru! It's nice to meet you. I don't think I've seen you before," your head tilts, and he smirks.

"No, I don't think we've ever met. I'm not from here, actually."

You stand in silence for a second, trying to figure out what to say. He truly was taking your breath away. Your mouth opens to speak, but your sentence dies on your tongue.

"Princess, she's ready for you!"

Your head whips around to where Utahime stands at the entrance of the garden, waving you down. Satoru nods at her, before bowing slightly at you.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. It was lovely to meet you Satoru. I hope you enjoy the garden!" You wince and walk away, looking at him over your shoulder.

"You as well, Princess. I hope we can see each other again."

You follow behind Utahime, and the two of you speed walking into your Grandma's office. She sits at her desk, looking over a few forms with her own secretary and someone else from the palace, you're not sure who.

"There she is!" she beams up at you once she looks away from the forms, nodding at her secretary before they shuffle out the doors. As soon as the heavy wood shuts behind you, you give her a blank stare.

"Nice to see you too," she states sarcastically, throwing the papers on her desk. You continue to stand. "Are you going to have a seat, or continue to throw a fit standing there?"

You huff and sit down. "Do you have something to say to me?"

She looks at you, confused, and shakes her head.

"You don't? Not even something about a wedding?" Utahime says your name under her breath, but you ignore her. She may be afraid of the Queen, rightfully so, but you aren't. Your grandma closes her eyes and sighs.

"Who told you?"

"I heard it myself. This morning, in fact." You're fuming. If you could see yourself, you'd be positive you would have steam coming out of your ears.

"I tried, sweetheart. I really did. I can't fight the law, you heard me! If I could I would, and you know that." She stands up and walks towards you, standing in front of you to lean against her desk. "I don't know what else to say, other than I'm sorry. I only want what's best for you."

You look up at her with tears in your eyes, unsure if they're from anger or sadness. She clicks her tongue and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"Bastards, all of them. I don't understand why I, the Queen, can't change the rules. But you know, you don't have to go through with this."

You look up at her and furrow your brows.

"This kingdom means the world to me. I can't just abandon everyone like that. I may be young, but I'm not a coward." Your Grandma smiles at you. You stand up and walk towards the window, looking out at the area of the kingdom in view. "I don't want to stop being Princess, just because of some stupid rule that a bunch of old men won't change." You turn to her and take a deep breath.

"If finding someone to marry is what it takes, then I'll do it. As long as I get to pick who."

Your Grandma laughs and walks over to you, pulling you into a hug.

"I admire your strength and commitment, it's inspiring," when she pulls away she holds your arms. "But that doesn't mean I don't want what's best for you. If at any point you don't want to do this, tell me. I know I can get something figured out." You nod, tears threatening to spill from your eyes once more. After a few moments of collecting yourself, you follow your Grandma back to her desk.

"So, what did you want to meet about today?"

She laughs. "Besides the obvious, I wanted to fill you in on something going on at the palace."

You nod and reclaim your seat. "Sure, what's going on?"

"We are having our Summer's Eve ball in a month, so preparations for that have already begun. Utahime will be coordinating with Ms. Kugisaki and yourself about a dress this week. I think that would be a perfect opportunity for you and your," she pauses, giving you a sympathetic look. "new husband to make your debut to the kingdom. I won't advertise it as such, but I want you to be aware of that." You nod distastefully, and she continues.

"Besides the excitement, we have a guest staying at the palace this summer, starting today."

Your ears perk up. The only time guests have ever stayed at the palace since you've been here was your own family and friends for the holidays.

"Who is it?" You lean forward, grinning with excitement. Your Grandma shares your attitude, clapping her hands together.

"He's the son of one of the members of parliament, actually. He's spending the summer with us to see how the castle is run, the day-to-day operations, and everything like that," she opens her mouth to continue, but she's interrupted.

"Madam, he's ready if you are." Her bodyguard, Masamichi calls from the doors of her office. She nods at him, motioning for you to stand up.

"Grandma, I don't understand, who-"

"Your majesty, it's so good to see you again."

Your eyes shoot up, and your jaw drops to the floor. From the other side of the doorway, Utahime looks at you, palms to the ceiling and a shocked look on her face.

"Sweetheart, I would like you to meet Sir Gojo Satoru, our guest for the summer."

[bowandcurtsey]

{1700 event}

It's been hella long I did smuttttt. Please forgive me if i'm a little rusty hehe, but I enjoyed writing this!

Character: Nishinoya Yuu x F! reader AU: royal AU TW: nsfw - losing virginity / unchecked works / arranged marriage / kinda fluffy

You sat in front of your huge vanity table, looking at yourself. You gave a sigh.

"What's wrong lady y/n? Why the sigh? Are you unwell?" your servant Lucille asked.

"I'm alright, it's just-"

"Just what, lady y/n?"

"Am I ugly? Or unlikable?"

"Why in the world would you think that, Lady y/n?!" Lucille was shocked, "you're one of the most well-mannered princess in this castle, everyone loves you."

"Except my own husband that is," you sighed, "he was forced wasn't he? To marry me."

You and Prince Noya were in an arranged marriage and were married for 3 months now, but Noya barely had time to even accompany you. He had to go for many expeditions and would be away for days and weeks, and on days he was in the castle, he would leave in wee hours of the morning and come home past midnight.

It was as though he wanted to avoid you. Then why? Why did he agree to this arranged marriage by your fathers?

You recalled about the day you married him. He looked so fine in his olive swallow tailed suit. He hair was slicked to the back, together with his signature gold tuff. He looked incredibly handsome that even you couldn't forgot his look till today, you felt so lucky walking down that aisle.

On top of that, Prince Noya is very well-known for his achievements to the country. He's one of the most hands on prince in the castle, going out on expeditions, tours, rounds around the country. He also attended events and meetings at other countries. All in all, he's an active prince.

But you didn't expect barely even being able to talk to him, even though you share the same bed as this man. The worst thing? You have not even consummate your marriage, because on the night of your wedding, he had to leave for an emergency negotiation. All you did was share a kiss when he unveiled you. Although he would kiss you goodnight and good morning daily, but that was it.

You sighed as Lucille finished your hair for the day. You decided to walk around the royal library to find a nice book to read.

"princess y/n," It was prince Yaku. He wasn't from the Nishinoya family but he was Yuu's cousin from his maternal side. Prince Yaku was also a hands on prince, and he is also well liked by many citizens and people around him.

"oh please cut the formalities Prince Yaku. What brings you here today?"

"doing some reading on my free day, you?"

"finding a nice book to pass time.."

"until Yuu comes back?" he teased and you blushed.

"How did that lucky bastard find a girl like you?" he patted your head, "always waiting for him to come home."

Someone cleared their throat and you both looked towards the direction of the noise. It was Prince Noya.

You smiled as you walked to his side, "you're home early,"

"What are you doing with my wife?" Noya spoke with a low growl, pulling you closer to him with one hand.

"Just chatting about a book~" Yaku smirked at his cousin, taking this cue to leave. He patted Noya on the shoulder as he brushed past him.

"Was he flirting with you?" Noya turned to look at you as soon as Yaku was out of his sight.

"No! We only just met moments before you came!" you quickly explained.

"okay, don't let other men touch you in the future." Noya said with a tinge of irritation in his voice.

You suddenly felt a surge of courage rising within you.

"why do you care actually?" you said sadly, "this is just a forced marriage for you, isn't it?"

Noya's eyes darted to you with surprise. He looked around, as if checking whether anyone heard what you said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to your shared room.

"ow!" you cried out when he yanked you into the room.

Noya quickly let your hand go, guilt rising in him thinking that he might have hurt you. He quickly took your hand in his again, checking for any injuries.

"I'm fine," you pulled your hand away from his, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Noya suddenly took a step closer to you, causing you to lean against the wall behind. He wasn't very tall, so you could feel his breath against your ear, "what did you say earlier, in the library?"

"I-... I know I shouldn't let another men touch me, since I'm your legally wedded wife..." you quickly tried to own up to your mistakes.

"No. What did you say?" Noya repeated himself, this time more calm and quiet.

"t-this is just a f-forced marriage for you, isn't it?"

"why would you think that?" he looked you straight in the eye now, his expression deadpanned, not giving any of his thoughts away.

"b-because it was just arranged by our fathers. You didn't have a choice, do you?"

"I did. I've liked you for a long time now which was I agreed to it. Didn't you?"

"I- didn't disagree.." you were shock at his sudden confession.. You didn't know that Prince Noya had his eyes on you all these while??

"So that's a yes, so why was this forced?" he had two hand on either side of you, caging you against him and the wall. He didn't touch you, but being so close to him sent your heart racing. You could see his neck so clearly, his adam's apple bobbed a little as he spoke. His defined chest and biceps could be seen through his shirt.

You felt a wave of heat pooling between your legs as your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.

"I... Because..." you felt your cheeks getting warmer at your lewd thoughts

"because..?" he cocked his head to the side, getting a clearer view of your face.

"Because you seemed like you didn't want to be with me..."

Noya let out a sigh, "I'm sorry for neglecting you, my princess. I admit.. I had been really busy because of political issues."

"I know.. it's okay." you said disappointedly, wanted to turn away and end the conversation.

"but things are better now." he suddenly held onto your waist, "I'll have some time off. We'll be going for a honeymoon, you can decide on where you want to go." he smiled, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"o-okay..." you blushed even harder at the physical affection he's finally giving you.

"but first.." Noya's voice trailed away, "I think we should complete our marriage before anyone could steal you away...."

He hands were quick to move to the back of your dress, unzipping them quickly.

"so that you belong to me and only me." he peppered kisses to your shoulder and collarbone.

You could already feel your underwear getting soaked and you tried pressing your thighs together even harder. But the friction caused you to be more aroused. Your fists balled onto Noya's shirt, as you tried to suppress your moans. You didn't want to sound so needy during your very first time.

"What's wrong?" he sucked onto your skin, causing legions, "don't hide your voice. We're lawfully wedded so it's normal to do the deed. I want everyone to hear."

You hid your face into Noya's neck as you mewled. Noya gave a chuckle as he carried you out of your dress and onto your bed. He looked at your body as his lips parted slightly.

You hurriedly tried to cover yourself up in embarrassment but your arms were quickly pinned on either side.

"I'm your husband, so don't be shy. I've been imagining this for months now, princess. You have no idea how many times I've fucked my fist thinking of this."

He pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, like a predator looking at it's prey. He licked your nipple and you gasped at the sudden cooling sensation.

"fuck." he proceed to suck on them, his other hand fondling with your other breast.

You felt your sex twitching in heat and pain, begging for some attention or intrusion and you whined, clutching into Noya's free hand.

"What do you need princess? Tell me. Only me."

You slowly guided his hand to your crotch, brushing his fingers against your wet cloth. "It feels painful here, Yuu..."

"Fuck you drive me crazy." he hissed as he felt your damp underwear, "I've kept you waiting for too long haven't I?"

In one swift move he pulled your underwear off, parting your legs slightly.

"no... don't look there..."

Your hole was glistening in your arousal and you even had some on your thighs.

"ahh!" you screamed as Noya licked your pussy. He pulled onto his hair as your thighs clamped his head tightly. He sucked and licked as he savoured all your juices.

"you taste good, y/n." his tongue was already exploring further and further into you and you were a moaning mess. Your toes curled together as you felt insides coil up.

"yuu... ah~" you moaned lewdly, "i-it feels so hot b-below.."

Noya pulled your thigh over his shoulder so he could access further into your vagina and he had a thumb circle around your clit.

"Let it go baby, cum for me my good girl."

You felt something release and a wave of pleasure washed upon you as your felt your vagina wall pulsing against Noya's tongue. His fingers slowly let you down from your high and your whole body suddenly went limp.

Noya let your leg down gently as he knelt before you, licking your juices off his lips. "that was fucking sexy, princess. Felt good, huh?"

Your bottom lip grazed against your top row of teeth slightly as you nodded, still in your euphoria.

Noya chuckled as he unbuckled his belt, pulling out his member. Despite his small stature, he had a nice size and girth. Seeing his member made your pussy pool in arousal again.

"Easy princess," he slowly aligned his dick at your entrance, "I should try to get you more ready, but I'm at my limits here, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

He slowly pushed in as you cried out in pain. It was like your skin was tearing apart. Your hole was hot - like it was on fire. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back.

Amidst the stinging feeling, you wanted more of him, to go deeper within you, it was painful yet pleasureful at the same time, it was a strange feeling.

Noya steadied your thighs so that he could have a better angle as he slowly pushed himself further in. "You're so tight baby, you're gripping on me so hard."

When he was all the way in, he paused and took a good look at you, "I'm in princess, you okay?"

You nodded, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling as one with him. You felt the pain melting away to the pleasure.

He slowly started rocking against you, grinding his hips back and forth. You moaned in rapture, wrapping your legs around his frame, wanting more and more.

Noya smirked, adjusting your thighs higher and spreading them apart, trying to find your spot.

"Yuu! Ahh!" you screamed in pleasure as he hit a particular spot, causing your walls to tighten up again. Another heat was pooling into your abdomen similar to the earlier one.

"princess, I can't hold out much longer," he hissed as he sucked more legions onto your skin, "cum for me, will ya?"

He brought his thumb to your clit again, rubbing against them with the right force and angle. The pleasure build up and without warning, your climax spilled over and crashed over you like a tsunami. Your moans turned silent and all you could do was grip onto Noya's biceps as your entire body went rigid, twitching with your high.

Noya thrusted a few more times into you as he released with a low groan. He jerked a few more times against you, filling your insides to the brim with his cum.

He held you as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt his dick slowly go limp inside of you and he slowly pulled himself out, earning another whine from you.

He flopped beside you, pulling you flush against his chest, pressing kisses on your face. "I'm so blessed that you're mine and all mine."

[smutbae]

Royal Guard! Law X Princess! Reader NSFW 🔞 Part One

Tw: degradation, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, dom/sub, impiled yandere behavior from law, smut.

*minors dni, get the fuck away from here*

Once upon a time….

There was a large beautiful kingdom located in the North Blue. Inside the kingdom held a powerful and influential family. There was the mighty king and his lovely queen, along with their only child, the princess. The princess was known throughout all the North Blue as being an innocent and gentle soul whose beauty could brighten a gloomy day. She had the whole country in the palm of her hands and at first it was rewarding to be able to one day rule over the great country. But as the years went on and more responsibilities came to her, the young woman realized she did not want this lifestyle and the overbearing duties anymore.

Looking well past the lavish gifts and food being provided to her, she witnessed how horribly the king and queen treated their citizens. Regular men and women were working back-breaking hours only to receive scraps to feed their children. If they complained or protested in any way, they were subjected to public humiliation or were beaten down by the guards until they stopped breathing. Their poor children were forced to watch as their beloved parents were being whipped until there was no more skin on their backs. The shock and horror on the children's faces were forever sketched into the princess's memory. 

Once the princess became of age, she sought out ways to take over the kingdom; to change the vile ways her parents have so long enforced onto their people. Unbeknownst to her, the king and queen had assigned their daughter a new guard to watch over her. His name alone struck intense fear into the hearts of many people. Formerly known as the Surgeon Of Death, he changed his path and became a royal guard known as Law. Tall, dark, and mysterious were the only attributes people knew about him. When he first met the princess while returning from an important mission, he was notably stoic and cold to her. Believing her to be a rotten spoiled brat with the image of a pure golden child, he tried to distance himself from the young woman but failed miserably and hilariously.

As months went by and seasons changed, so did his attitude towards her. The young woman proved him wrong many times and grew to like him more than a close disgruntled friend. Her actions of kindness and compassion to her citizens made his stone heart beat with admiration and even love. But love is a rather strange thing; well it can be filled with peace and everlasting happiness, it can also cause destructive behavior and bring out the worst in people. 

A once pure and innocent woman can turn into something vindictive and deadly….

Before, the royal guard was always giving you a hard time. Scolding you for a few small mistakes, following your every move when you think he is not near, burning daggers into any man who poorly attempted to woo your affections. Yet you never expected something like this.

Your royal guard, Trafalgar Law, would be giving certain looks that you knew were far from innocent. Then came the lingering hidden touches to your arms and waist while you studied or attended to others; it had you craving him more and more each passing day. Unbeknownst to the king and queen, Law would have you on your hands and knees every other night. Moaning your kind little heart out while he has your body writhing in raw unadulterated pleasure and tonight was no different. You had just gotten done with your studies and about to make your way down the empty halls to your bedroom until Law stops you by gently grabbing your arm. You turn to him and smile dreamily, his warm husky scent overwhelming your senses.

"Is there anything you need, Trafalgar?"

"My lady, would you care to join me this evening? Perhaps in your chambers?"

He ducks down slightly to whisper his request lowly in your ear. You quietly swallow the nervous lump in your throat and nod your head as he pecks the corner of your lips sweetly, knowing well that the kiss was far too tender for what is to come. You take him by his large tattooed hand and lead to your bedchambers, knowing neither servant or royal would be awake at this late hour; so he can have you to himself without all the secrecy.

Law locks the doors swiftly as the two of you make it inside your room. With a mischievous smirk, he pushes you up against the doors with your arms raised above your head, your ample cleavage spilling over the top of the flowy white gown adorning your body. His other hand holding your waist with a possessive grip, he lowers his head down to the junction that connects your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking dark marks on the soft flesh causing you to let out low moans and gasps. 

"I wonder, what would the king think of this? His most trusted royal guard, fucking his lovely little princess until she can't think straight. It would break his old rotten heart, wouldn't it y/n-ya?" 

He says this in between kisses on your neck and cleavage. A lusty moan escapes your lips when he bites the top of your right breast, licking over the newly created mark to soothe the pain. Your shapely hips wriggle up against his lean muscular frame, his prominent bulge feeling wonderful close to your clothed cunt.

"Traf-"

"That's not what you call when we're alone."

"Sir. Please sir, fuck me until I drip with your seed."

Law groans huskily at how his title falls from your lips and slowly trails both of his hands down to your ass to roughly squeeze, a cute whine encouraging him to kiss you. His sensuous tongue parts your lips and begins eagerly exploring your mouth. His half-lidded gray eyes look down upon your heated face. He wraps his long strong arms around you and lifts your body up with ease. Your legs come around his thin waist as he makes his way over to your welcoming bed.

[gav-san]

THE QUEEN OF THE KING 14/15

Previous/Next

It's warmer here, near the desert. 

You aren’t sure when exactly you left Hyrule, never having reason to leave the confines of the country, but you know that you are not there. The small villages you sneak around contain no flags or ensigns, and the people talk in ways and with words that aren’t familiar. You’re not taking any main road, paths of dirt are far more common than stone.

You grimly wonder if an even more primitive manner of living awaits you if you make it to the mysterious Gerudo City. What would living in the desert entail? Hiding under boulders in those sealskin tents, everyday sand creeping in your clothes, having to watch for terrible things who want to make a home in your shoes? That your buttox is in a consistent state of pain?

You had even given in to wearing a veil, like a true Gerudan woman, but only because it was the best way to save your face from burning under the increasing heat.

The stories the Gerudo women have told you with smirks no longer are so strange or jesting. What if they were the truth? Would you have to so soon come to terms with your own ignorance and pride?

“My moon, look aloft. The spires of my forefathers.” He says, pointing to the distant mountain peaks that had grown over the ride. You do your best to be unimpressed, not wanting him to know this was your first time seeing such mammoth rocks. The ones in Hyrule now looked like gentle hills!

“Are they so tall to keep thieving Gerudo in?” You say sharply, giving your best to appear as haughty as you can. It’s the worst insult you know, sharpened to hurt him as best you can.

There was a lot of time to ponder these things, riding aloft the mighty black horse of the Gerudo King. Ganondorf, as he wanted you to call him, did his best to capture your attention. He seemed to be able to read your mind, and unfortunately, the fears deep inside. 

The worst part isn't all in vain. He is successful, in part because you are bored but mostly because he is an excellent conversationalist.

“Or to keep rogue princesses in.” He replies lightly, not falling for your bait.

How you hated how charmingly intelligent he was. There would never be a day when you wouldn’t be entertained!

Witty, clever, and educated to an absurd extent he is exactly the sort of knife you like to sharpen yourself against. But unlike most with those qualities, he doesn’t cut when he finds himself.

You pause, jaw left open.

You realize that despite everything, you are having fun. Real, genuine enjoyment just speaking to him. You aren’t bored or tired or even offended. He has navigated you better than you can understand!

And more so, you weren’t the only one.

Occasionally when you do come across a traveler it becomes apparent that you aren’t the only one who finds him delightful. Strangers do stop and stare at your spectacle, a male Gerudo adorned in gold, pulling a giant black demon horse with an angry, sunburnt fairy in matching silks.

Not even you can deny the absurdity of your situation. 

For those that do recognize him, it’s even worse. You think you might be saved when you first see the group of men, riding their horses. They appear to be a mix of both Lanyruan merchants, with their carts, and as soon as they see you they start catcalling. 

Not at you, but the Gerudo King.

“Desert-man!” They say, comfortably approaching, “How good to see you, Gerudo King!” Another called, “Where are your fair retainers?” 

Your eyes stay wide as they pay you little attention, entirely fixed on the King. The foremost gives a deep bow as you approach. 

“Beedle, fine to see you this day.” The Gerudo King says, placing his large palm on his chest and nodding. 

“King Ganondorf! I’m surprised to see you alone on this back road! Are you here to trade?” He says, black eyes bright. Ganondorf smiles, moving to the side and holding a hand out to the merchant who enthusiastically shakes it.

You blink, flabbergasted at the strange friendship 

“Alas, I am not,” He tilts his head, but doesn’t quite move out of the way to fully reveal you on his horse. You glance down to the ground, wondering if it’s possible to dismount the horse and steal one of theirs. 

The man’s eyes widen, so big they look like tea plates, round and white. 

He bows again, arms to his sides.

“My apologies. I hadn’t realized you had gotten married, King Ganondorf.” He says, and you gasp. “I shall gift my finest specimens.” He has turned, opening up a large box and you almost gag. Inside are a variety of thick bugs, pinned to the back like some macabre show.

You are about to chastise him, but your ‘husband’ intercedes, pulling Beetle and his disguising bug box aside.

“Ah my friend, your fine gift honors us both, but we are traveling light,” Beetle nodded, not being the slightest bit offended. “Next time you are at the Gerudo Market I shall accept your trade and give you my best dyes in return. But my bride and I must be on our way.”

The man nods, placing his hands together, thrilled. His companions look awestruck and jealous.

You aren’t sure what warrants this level of awe, but it’s clear that these are Gerudo Allies, though you think they should be yours.

So you keep your mouth shut.

After you had left in different directions you couldn’t help but satisfy your curiosity.

“I didn’t think Gerudo Town let in any males.” You said, thinking back to how you promised to seduce one, and his resounding rebuttal.

“You are right,” Ganondorf replies, moving to stand by your side. Even with you riding on his large horse, his height is impressive. He holds his hands aloft, and you let him take your waist so you can dismount. Standing on the ground your legs feel shaky, but you are glad for the rest. “But at the first outpost, before entering the desert we hold a large marketplace every two weeks during summer. That way traders can come to us without having to risk the desert until it is cool enough for the Oasis Marketplace to be opened. There are more adventurous travelers but few.”

“Sounds complicated.” You say, watching him unpack. You accept a woven blanket, finding two bare trees that it can be strung between, making quick work to set up your hammock in a victory for all independent women. 

You aren’t as ready to collapse as days before, but the thud you make when both you and the hammock hit the ground gives him reason to chuckle. You don’t even bother getting up, and the King easily strings you and the hammock more tightly.

Once he’s done you lazily wave a hand and he goes and fetches your watch and some of the jerky he’s saved. You take both gladly, scarfing them down much to his amusement. He lifts his hand as if to caress your hair, only to pull it back before he touches you. It makes you feel bereft for some reason you shove deep down.

“How are you, my moon?” He says softly, eyes Milton gold as he looks to your feet, and shortly, your rear end. It’s clear he knows that you’ve been biting back your pain.

Your groan is enough confirmation, and he goes to pull out the blister gel.

—X—

You don’t remember the name of the first ‘shrine’ you come across, and you’re not even sure you know what exactly a ‘shrine’ is. You’ve of course heard of the Spirit Temple, along with the ‘Temple of Time’ and other mysterious old ruins. They dotted Hyrule as well, but you hadn’t had much interest in them, nor had even looked at one up close before.

So when you find yourselves approaching something like a gray toe with a long nail sticking up out of the ground, it is a bit underwhelming. 

You make a noise in the back of your throat as Ganondorf pulls the black horse, and he glances back with a highly amused look. It strikes you that things have become very comfortable between you both, far too quickly. 

You had been trying to be as cool as possible after waking in his arms again, knowing that it had indeed been you who had crawled into his warm embrace. Again. It turns out desert nights were not warm, but freezing cold.

It makes your cheeks warm, almost sting, to know how wanton you have been. You want to escape, you tell yourself over and over. You have to! This man has kidnapped you, a great princess! 

But under the smooth veneer that you desperately cling to, there is something in you that ignited when you first saw the Gerudo King. Something bubbling under the surface that brooked no pretty lies you can fool yourself with.

It scares you, that thing.

So you sniff loudly, twisting your head away, and he gives an audible laugh. Shifting your brows, and mouth purse you hold back the smile his laughter brings. But in a moment you don’t need to hold it back, because it’s completely gone.

Because you can see the path you’re going to have to take to get to the blasted thing, pardon your language. 

Because the path to the shrine finished at the end of the most unstable-looking rock you’ve ever seen, filled with curves and turns that would make an experienced climber cry.

“Never fear, my moon. I promise that you shan’t be disappointed inside.” He replies to your disdain, even misguided as he is as he leads down the winding tunnel.

“Are you not tired?” You ask as he navigates the path, not a trail of sweat coming off of him as he bounds down, in an extremely good mood. 

“How can I not possibly be?” He says, only glancing back a moment. “I am with you.” It’s enough to make those butterflies in your stomach begin flying with attention. Oh yes, your butterflies love his attention. He gives a low chuckle.

You clear your throat knowing it’s not just the fictional butterflies that enjoy his throaty voice.

Instead, you focus on things you know will keep you bothered. The rocky path, the way your rear hurts in the saddle, the uncomfortable pink where the sun hits your skin, veil notwithstanding. You want to wail the loss of your carefully manicured visage.

You look to the cliff side realizing it isn't a perfectly smooth wall. There are many pathways, carved into the deep rivets and winding deep into the mountain. A heavy sense of something tangible rests on you.

It isn’t until you reach the bottom that you can name it.

It takes a surprisingly short time for you both to reach the bottom, and in the shade, you hold your arms until Ganondorf can fish out your bear covering that you reluctantly pull on.

You can’t help but be glad for the cool air inside the mouth of the shrine, though it makes your sweat feel uncomfortably cool. It’s here you can see the deep blue glow intertwined with the shrine’s stone.

“It feels… sacred here.” You say to Ganondorf as he softly helps you down until you balance steadily on your feet. 

He nods, looking pleased.

“Yes. We have long believed that the old sheik who served the great goddesses built these shrines so that those who entered would be given a test that they must pass to gain enlightenment.”

You blanch, and he chuckles.

“Have no fear, my moon. I have already entered all the shrines here in Gerudo as all things do. For the Kings and Queens of the Desert, it is a right of passage. Now they are only used for ceremonial washing and marriage cleansings for the couples.”

You blink.

“Marriage cleansings? We’re not just going to… wash in separate areas?” 

He grins wolfishly, leading you to the mouth of the shrine, rather quick for his laid-back nature.

“They say that the fated couple who binds themselves together in the waters of the sacred shrines, then present themselves at the Spirit Temple will gain the power to wipe away the calamity of the world.” You press your lips together, your nerves starting to build as he presses a hand against the stone, almost wrapping you into his embrace doing so.

It lights up bright orange, startling you into jumping back into him. You latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He softly returns the embrace, looking both concerned and thrilled.

A panel in front of you slides away, revealing a black hole where it seems like you’re just supposed to trot in.

You turn up to him, hands digging into his arms.

“If you are going to sacrifice me, I am taking this moment to object.” You hiss. He thinks you’re joking again, because he laughs, gently pushing you inside.

The entrance closes behind you when you are both inside but it isn’t the pitch black that you expected. The soft orange glow is inside as well, leading down a deep path into the rock. Slowly Ganondorf coaxes you down it until you reach the bottom. 

You enter the overlarge room, eyes wide. 

The room is lit in a soft blue glow, from strange, cut rocks from the ceiling. Crystals are at every corner, aloft tall spires exiting the perfectly smooth pool that fills most of the room.  

You don’t need to be prompted to go forward and stick a toe in.

You yip at the cold.

“What in the!”

“Water, especially cold water, is precious in the desert.” The King says, wasting no time in taking off the long strip of silk that crosses his chest.

“Wha- What are you doing?!?” You cry out, and he raises a brow, stepping in as if the water had been heating on the stove to a pleasant temperature.

“The water can only accept those with a willing heart and mind,” Ganondorf says, his thighs already engulfed. You watch as the thin, silky fabric goes dark and saturates the deeper he goes, something dangerous and terrible inside prompting you to stare unabashedly. You shouldn’t look but there is no stopping, watching as his abs flex as the cool water hits them, the way goosebumps pimple his flesh.

“In order to survive the desert without the special skin and constitution of the Gerudo, this holy water must be visited.” He pauses for a moment. “No sunburn.”

You raise an arm, chuckling, eyes narrowed.

There are parts of him revealed you cannot speak of, but you don’t turn away. 

Instead, your feet move.

You’re in the water before you realize it, and even then you’re sure you wouldn’t break from your trance but it’s the coldest water you’ve ever felt. You automatically try and calculate how long until you lose feeling and are in threat of hypothermia- but your mind stops cold.

Ganondorf has his hand out to you. 

And you can feel his heat, almost boiling in this pool of ice.

He’s only standing a few feet away but the ground looks like it drops off, enough for the water to be at his clavicle. His hair has been let loose, falling into the water and surrounding him like a circle of flames. Droplets bead down his jaw, winking in the mysterious light of the crystal walls.

“Come my queen.” He commands, “Think no more of those people who don’t appreciate and can’t love you I see. I wish to worship you.”

Who are you to resist such passion?

.

.

.

You’re not sure that the ceremony you just went through is legally binding, but for the first time in your life, you feel bound. Not captured, violated, and dirty, a prisoner to some system you can’t overcome. But you feel safe, like a chick under its mother’s fluffy feathers. 

It seems that you spend hours in the embrace of the Gerudo King, the water lapping at the edges of your searing skin. You almost believe that you have been reborn anew. 

“The moon is brighter here, I think.” You mutter under the stars. “Hyrule is always cloudy. I do love the rain but at the expense of the stars?”

You had finally exited the shrine, choosing to camp next to it. And tonight, you didn’t bother waiting for a reason to lay on him. It was so much warmer to snuggle up together.

“It does rain in the desert, for around a month every year.” Ganondorf murmurs sleepily, “It just pours and pours. It’s quite the problem because it washes away the sand.”

You turn, tapping a finger on his chest.

“When I first became a princess of Hyrule Castle I wanted to help the people from the country that I loved, just like my own parents. I didn’t just want to parade around, so I decided to study with the most eminent tutors who would accept a girl. My uncle thought it was fine. I remember reading in a report something about how the deep slopes of the caldera, next to the village of the Gorgon had an unusual amount of rain one year. One of our most learned men found that if he placed sandbags measured with a specific mix of both rocks, dirt, and sand, that it absorbed the excess water.”

You pause, a bit sharply. It causes Ganondorf to look at you.

“I apologize. I hardly think such a topic is suitable for the moment.” You say, voice getting soft. It causes Ganondorf to shift, twisting so you rest on his chest. It makes you shy to try and look into his eyes, but he brings your chin back, holding your gaze.

“I love hearing you talk.” He says with no guile. “The world would be a much worse place without your voice in it.”

Tears fill your eyes.

You give a sad smile.

“The world is no place for such things anymore.” You say. 

“You told you that? Who dared say anything to hurt you?” You blink, surprised at the venom in his eyes. Not for you, but for whoever hurt you. “Give me the name, and whoever hurt you shall be dealt with.”

“I think I have left those things behind me.” You struggle to form the right words, turning to sit up and sliding off him. “They no longer matter.”

Ganondorf isn’t dissuaded, sitting up to follow you.

“Everything about you matters to me.” He replies like it’s only natural. “Tell me everything.” Your throat catches, and you struggle to breathe. 

If he had pushed you any further, had tried holding you like you were a baby, you would have shut your mouth and may never have spoken again. 

But he just listens. 

And so you tell him, everything that has ever happened to you. 

-X-

He isn’t sure when he goes to sleep. He had thought himself alert enough to wait one more night until he reached the outpost. He shouldn’t have waited, should have let you kiss him later. The was so much danger that he didn’t want to inflict on his beloved. 

He should’ve waited.

But how could he have?

Not when you told him of your entire life. Not when you have revealed how alone you had felt since the death of your parents. How you had been assaulted by the Archduke, and how you had contrived since that day to overcome every enemy you had ever met.

How you had received a dream about delaying your marriage but only after being almost forced into a tenuous marriage with several men. 

“And your dream.” He said, remembering you looking at him so vulnerable when he asked such a question. Your hair was still wet, clinging around your fair face, and you brushed it out of your lashes, blinking as you did so. 

“A meaningful existence.” You close your eyes, letting your arms reach the cool air around you. “For freedom to be myself.”

You lay asleep, your glorious hair spread like a halo of light, still curled from the water. And looking at you so free and unbound by the thick Hyrulian dresses and crowns made his spirit soar, putting his heart at rest.

So just like that, he fell asleep. 

And he only woke up at the attack of the Yiga Clan.

[godsofhumanity]

poll time!! you guys voted here, and now the poll’s ready!

no gods included in the poll haha but if you want some background to the characters who made it in, check below the poll!!

AGAMEMNON (king of Mycenae, see: the Iliad)

Filicide (kills his daughter Iphigenia, albeit at the request of Artemis)

Dishonours his allies (takes Achilles’ war prize Briseis)

Murder (kills his wife Clytemnestra’s first husband and her infant son)

Rape (Cassandra became his concubine after the sack of Troy)

ATREUS (king of Mycenae, Agamemnon’s father)

Murder (kills his half-brother Chrysippus)

Hubris (promises Artemis a golden lamb, but then hides it from her to avoid having to sacrifice it)

Cooked his brother Thyestes’ sons and forced his brother to eat them

THYESTES (king of Olympia, brother of Atreus)

Murder (kills his half-brother Chrysippus in order to take the throne of Olympia from him)

Adultery (sleeps with his brother Atreus’ wife Aerope)

Rape + Incest (rapes his own daughter Pelopeia in order to conceive a son to kill his brother Atreus, as prescribed by an oracle)

NIOBE (daughter of Tantalus, and wife of Amphion who, with his brother Zethus, built the walls of Thebes)

Hubris (boasted of her great blessedness in having produced 7 sons and 7 daughters where the titanide Leto had only managed to produce a single son and a single daughter (Apollo and Artemis)

TANTALUS (ancestor of Atreus, Thyestes, Agamemnon, and Niobe)

Filicide (kills his son Pelops)

Hubris (steals ambrosia and nectar from the table of Zeus, and then tricks the gods into consuming his son Pelops’ flesh to test their omniscience)

MINOS (king of Crete)

Betrayal (tricks Scylla into sharing with him the secret to killing her father, and then punishes her for betraying her father for him by tying her to a boat and dragging her till she drowned AND imprisons Daedalus and his son Icarus within the labyrinth they built for Minos purely to protect the secret of the labyrinth)

Hubris (substitutes the white bull Poseidon sends him as a sacrifice for another bull, against the god’s wishes)

Murder (orders Athens to sacrifice 7 young men and women from the city in return for Minos not attacking them)

THESEUS (king of Athens)

Betrayal (abandons Ariadne on the island of Naxos after she betrays her country to help him navigate the labyrinth (though this may have been at the behest of the gods, sources differ))

Kidnapping (kidnaps Helen (future queen of Sparta, pre-Iliad) to make her his bride)

Hubris (dares to kidnap the goddess Persephone from the Underworld as a bride for his friend Pirithous)

Filicide (has Poseidon kill his son Hippolytus after hearing that the boy attempted to force himself on Phaedra, Theseus’ wife and Hippolytus’ step-mother, which was not true)

LYCAEON (king of Arcadia)

Filicide (kills his son Nyctimus)

Hubris (attempts to trick Zeus into consuming his son Nyctimus’ flesh to test his omniscience)

LAIUS (king of Thebes)

Rape + Kidnapping (defiled and abducted Chrysippus who was the son of Pelops, the king who welcomed Laius into his city after Amphion and Zethus usurped Laius’ father’s throne in Thebes)

Attempted filicide (tries to kill his infant son Oedipus when a prophecy warns Laius that the only way to save his city is for him to die childless)

MEDEA (princess of Colchis)

Murder (kills her brother to distract her father while her lover Jason escaped with the Golden Fleece from Colchis AND tricks Pelias’ own daughters into murdering him (though these things may be credited to the influence of Eros’ arrow which had struck Medea by the will of the gods))

Petty revenge (curses all Cretans to never be able to tell the truth after the Cretan Idomeneus judges the Nereid Thetis to be more beautiful than her)

Filicide (kills her children by Jason in revenge for him abandoning her for Creusa, princess of Corinth)

Conspirator (attempts to deny Theseus of his royal birthrights by trying to convince Theseus’ father Aegeus that Theseus was not his son but an imposter who needed to be killed)

[bubble4u]

The Decision

Sorry about the wait. I know it's been a minute, but finally, part 2 of my taiju au royal fic

Part 1

@danni-k @festive @buttress

Its been two years

Two years of your new life

Two years of you holding no title

And

It had been two years since you last seen taiju.

To say you were caught off guard was an understatement, you and your maid had been having your afternoon tea when a knock came to your door. What once was a lovely afternoon with you and your closest friend soon turned to you sitting in silence , having tea with the king, and the tension so heavy you felt like you were being squeezed.

You noticed first of his changed appearance gone his longer hair to now a short slick back hair style, his clothing looked a big bigger you noticed he still was broad in stature but now more lean as well as some more muscles from what you remember.

“how have you been” you looked at him trying to read his face maybe seeing his true intentions, “it’s been two years…” you still remained quiet taking small sips out of your cup every now and then. Taiju gulped why weren’t you speaking? Did you take a vow a silence? Were you hoping this woild end quickly and he’d leave?? He immediately regretting his decision on coming here. “How’s the prince” you finally spoke, throwing off taiju he was lost in thought he didn’t catch what you had said “the who?” You furrowed your brows “the prince.. our son… the child I bore and you forbade from seeing his mother” he inhaled sharply trying his best not to lose his cool, he lowered his gaze from you pointing towards the liquid in his cup “he is fine… he does miss you” “I would too if I was told my mother is to be banished and no I longer to see or speak to her” taiju bit his tongue at your words “I didn’t come to argue with you” “then why did you come?” taiju mouth open but closed again, how does he go about asking for your help, that’s if you’d actually would help him. “We’ve gotten word that the Sano kingdom is planning an attack for more land. They have an armada with them and with little time we have none of my generals are ready” your eyes widen for years the Sano kingdom and shiba kingdom had seldomly been at odds with one another, your eyes shifted taiju could see the wheels turning in your mind. while yes you were once queen but you also had a voice when it came to situations such as this and each plan you’ve always commented on has brought taiju to where he is now, taiju rolled a map circling shows of the many countries displayed “this armada has what 10,000 men? And knowing that the Sano's are now bound together with king ryuguji due to marriage of princess Emma now queen, they have 15,000 men along the western coast as well” “they plan to cross the Channel in barges to reach further into our direction” “yes but taiju we have enough time if that’s the case” you looked over the map furrowed brows your mind was running

“your forces defend the inui kingdom that's what 4,000 men” “3,000 possibly” you started to rub your temple’s the odds weren't looking good “taiju if the sanos and ryuguji unite their combined strength will be overwhelming” taiju was starting to fidget , bouncing his leg thinking of every scenario on how this could end in his favor. Not being able to sit still he rose from his chair pacing back and forth. You looked through the map go through every possible way to throw off the enemy “why don’t you engage at sea” taiju stopped mid step “before the sanos and ryuguji unite attack the ryugujis at sea” taiju sighed “no, with the numbers they each have this vast armada will surely smash through our naval defenses and overrun us on land” taiju went silent for a bit “ive prepared for the worst” you looked at taiju with slight worry while the numbers game was not in your favor you hoped by some miracle you wouldn’t as well as many others be killed or ran out of the lands you called home.

You watched out the window, rain, thunder and lighting covered the sky. You’re maid was setting the table for the afternoon tea time, she could see your tense expression, today was the day of the war between the kingdoms while she herself wished luck on king shiba a part of her wonders if he were to die would that make you free from this place. Would you finally be happy and runaway with the prince and be off enjoying life. “Your majesty…” you turned noticing the table was set “tea is ready if you want to sit down for a bit” you nodded trying your best to stop your worrying you know it won’t do no good thinking of the worse.

A loud lighting cracked the sky making youn flinch, but with the crack you heard a loud knock at the door. You stayed still, it didn’t take long before your maid answered with letter in hand a messenger came inside to avoid being more drenched “your majesty an update on the war” you didn’t move without a second the man opened the letter “from lord kokonoi hajime, your majesty I have been instructed to write you this evening as you know our king and comrades have marched and with great joy I have been told the naval defenses of the combined kingdoms of sano and ryuguji have been greatly effected several ships have been destroyed and sunk seems the weather was on our side. I will write again with anymore updates please do not worry your majesty we know our king will fight to the end” you released a breathe you didn’t notice you were holding, while yes you were happy of the news it didn’t mean the war was over.

Several days had passed and you continued on with your daily routine like normal, you and your maid were ready to eat dinner when the front door was slammed open. Startling you both and with quick reaction your maid grabbed ahold a knife and stepping in front in case whatever came through the door was a threat. You glimpsed seeing the familiar hair color of the your ex-husband, his face was dirty, a cut on his right cheek and his armor with some dints. He locked eyes with you and within a second stomped his way not saying a word.

You’ve only been shocked several times in your life, you didn’t say a word as taiju wrapped his arms around you. Feeling the coldness of armor against you, you remained still. What were you to do? It’s been years since taiju showed this blatant public display of affection. “I am back my queen” you felt him squeeze a bit “you were all I could think about when I returned” while his words were sincere you felt a bit taken a back. What do you say? What could you say? You were lost in thought that you didn’t notice he had let you go. He could see the internal conflict you were having but for some reason he wasn’t upset about it.

You jumped a bit feeling his lips on you cheek, and within a ear shot of just you two he announced the words you will play over in your head “I will return to the kingdom, and in days time I will send someone for you” the look in eyes were serious a cruel joke you thought he was playing.

“I want you back… my love”

[viilpstick]

You must be asleep bc different from me you have a normal sleep schedule 😍 read this when you can anyway-- I'm having the fantasy au brainrot once again UGH. Love leobelle sm

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“If you keep sneaking in like this the guards will surely find you.” Isabelle said, not minding to stop her reading as the pirate captain made his way inside her room at the palace. He soon and without a care in the world sat down in front of her on another chair, taking off his hat and passing his hand through his hair.

“As if. And stop irritating me. Do you know how annoying it is to climb all the way up here?” He asked, Isabelle lifted her gaze, stared at him for a moment and chuckled, slowly turning the page of her book. “What?”

“Nothing. You look positively medieval in those rags.”

“As if you don't like that.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes, but had an amused smile on her face. “I am engaged. I don't look at other men.”

“Yet you let me sneak into your room frequently very easily. Aren't you such a great fiancée?” Isabelle loudly closed her book and got up, a bit annoyed at what he said.

The worst part was that Leona was correct. She claimed she wanted to be the most faithful wife for her kingdom’s wellbeing but she couldn't help but let her emotions guide her everytime she saw the runaway prince’s face.

“It's your fault for running away and becoming a pirate. You could’ve been my fiancé in that guy's place."

“I thought you hated our engagement?” Isabelle glared at him and he smirked. Leona got up, walking towards the princess. “All I'm trying to say is you don't look as happy as you try to appear.”

“Wha- oh, please! And I assume you are? Being an outlaw and all?"

“Better than with my family, yes.”

Isabelle's eye twitched and she sighed, resting her back against the wall.

“What is it, Leona? Why did you decide to visit this time? You want supplies or something?” She asked, looking up to stare at the pirate. He walked in front of her, a hand resting beside her head, pinning her against the wall. She made sure to not let it show how it affected her.

“Not exactly.” The lion beastmen looked down, grabbing Isabelle's left hand and staring at her diamond ring. “I came to say this doesn't suit you.”

“It doesn't?” She laughed. “What suits me then?”

“My shirt, for once.” Isabelle took her hand out of his grasp and pushed him to the side, wanting to get out of his reach in annoyance as her face went red. Leona gently but firmly grabbed her wrist, making her look back at him with a frown. “Come with me.”

“What? Me? With you? Where?” She couldn't believe what she just heard. Was he really telling her to go with him and become an outlaw? To travel to unknown seas and lands and meet all sorts of different cultures? To find new customs and people? To see all types of legends and myths?

…She hated how appealing it sounded for her.

“Anywhere. We’re pirates, who cares.”

“No, no- you're a pirate. I'm- I'm a princess with a duty to fulfill.” Isabelle took her wrist out of his touch once more, her skin missing its warmth, but she refused to give in. “I am to stay here, marry and help my country prosper.”

“And be stuck with a boring prince all your life? Nowhere to go, just stay stuck here?” Leona refuted, walking closer to her, making Isabelle walk a few steps behind, anxious. “Would you really enjoy that?”

“H-hey, who knows! And he isn't that bad.” She tried to defend her fiancé, but both of them knew she didn't mean any of it. “He’s… ok.”

“You don't even love him.”

“Well, how do you know that?”

Leona stayed quiet for a moment, their eyes locked and Isabelle held her breath. Not once did any of them blink. He finally decided to have courage and speak: “because you love me.”

Isabelle widened her eyes, her cheeks growing red and she couldn't move. How did he- no, no. That was just a joke Adeline used to say, nothing more, nothing less. There was no way she was in love with a brute, brainless pirate. He was wrong, like he was with everything else.

But... other than a brute he was also soft. And held her like she was the most precious jewel. And looked at her like she was the only woman on earth. And kept coming back to visit her despite knowing he could get caught.

Goodness gracious.

“Just… come.” He grabbed her left hand again, using his free hand to take off her engagement ring and let it fall to the ground. He looked down at her expectantly. “Let's live an adventure.”

Isabelle looked around her, biting her cheeks as she was filled with doubts. She didn't want to let her father and her kingdom… but wasn't it an adventure all she longed for? Her entire life, wasn't knowing the entire earth what she wanted the most? And staying with Leona, wasn't that what her heart wished for everyday?

“Oh for goodness sake, Leona.” She scratched her head. Biting her lip. “Fine, ok! Let's go, before-”

And soon enough, his mouth was on hers, finally getting the confirmation his feelings were reciprocated. Isabelle wanted to push him away, they needed to escape quickly before someone came to check on her! …But just a few more minutes, maybe. Just one more minute, and she would let go. One more minute and she would take her hand off of his hair, one more and she would order him to take his hands off her waist and neck.

One more.

JESUS

ALRIGHT WOMAN LET ME BREATH

OMG THE END??? CHILLS. LITERALLY CHILLS.

THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. THAT IT ACTUALLY HURTS-

AAAAAAAAAA

[justreadertings]

Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 8

Author’s note: Ok, I know it’s been a hot second, but this one is pretty long, and I was actually planning for it to be longer, but decided to just split it up into two chapters, so chapter 9 is well in the works! Very excited, as always, for you to read this, and for the constant anger I spread throughout our community. Truly hope to get you attached to these characters as I put them through... fun times. Ok, enough of my rambles, and enjoy! (If you was to be added to the taglist, as always just ask and you can be a part of a secret community where I give you chocolates and forehead kisses)- much love, Magee

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TW: cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of war, and ofc Rowaelin angst

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 8

Aelin had been stabbed before. This was kind of like that. 

She tossed and turned in her bed for hours. There were a hundred reasons she could not sleep. 

Her nightgown was too concealing, and she was sweating through her comforter. Her windows were too big and the moonlight was lighting up her entire bedroom. Not ten steps from her bed was the place where she’d been nearly killed. The first time. The guard outside her bedroom door reminded her of the man who did said near fatal attack. Her best friend was now her husband. A husband that was going to father a child of another woman. She was getting married and crowned in a week. And the worst, and final reason: she could not stop seeing his face. 

Her maids had promised her that they not only changed the sheets, but they’d put in a new mattress entirely. They had redone her carpets, cleaned off any bit of furniture that might have her blood stained on it. His blood stained on it. And yet. And yet- the last time she was in this bed… Aelin bolted up, throwing the covers off. 

Sweat pricked her skin, but she slipped on her silk robe anyway, feeling too vulnerable in just her nightgown. She knew she was exhausted- this might’ve been the third longest day in her entire life. 

Her room watched her with old eyes, memories pressing on her. She tried to remember the comfort she used to feel when Rowan would nap next to her, telling her he would keep the monsters away. But it just made her dizzy when she remembered that he was probably curled around the mother of his child right now. She was feeling sick again. 

She perched herself on her long window sill, hand pressed against the glass. Aelin longed for the safety of her mountain home, even as it was cold and lonely. At least she could kill someone there if they pissed her off. She couldn’t exactly kill Lyria.

Especially now. Gods, she wished her mother were here. But no, she didn’t. Because it was her own mother who had put her in this predicament. 

Aelin didn’t know what to do with herself. Her solace, up in those woods, was that she was doing everything in the name of her fallen guardians. That Rhoe, Evalin, and Maeve were watching her and guiding her through the torrents of life, and she was making them proud. But now, a day in, and she felt no shift, her belief system shattered. Her power had not been returned to her as she thought. She thought she would waltz in, and with her swaggering smirk she would piss off all the old men who’d taken her parent’s place, would slip her father’s crown, and would be named Queen of Terrasen. 

But she was only Princess by name, was only the girl who’d been gone for years, who half the country wanted dead. There was still a civil war on the horizon, still a hundred or a thousand men who wanted her off the throne and in a grave somewhere. There was still Arobynn Hamel and his rotten men. Half of his men, she supposed, were still corpses in a barn somewhere in the Staghorns. But he hadn’t been there. She did not have her revenge, did not have her crown, did not have her parents, did not have her respect, did not have her Rowan.

And you never will, her mind reminded her. Not when he had his pretty fiancee and that pretty baby.

She glanced down to see her fingers had pressed into her palms and had cut through them. Well, fuck. She’d have to wear gloves tomorrow. And to do that, she’d have to either request them or put the damn things on herself, which of course required going into her closet. 

And that closet… so much had happened there. It hurt to even think about. And yet, she was supposed to be the almighty savior of Terrasen. Perhaps it was this marriage that would save her country, and her being queen would be nothing more than a shallow attempt at salvation. Her heart ached.

But even her weary heart could not stop her keen senses, and as if she smelled it, she knew that something was wrong. As Rowan had said a lifetime ago, her castle was too quiet. She did not let anxiety overtake her, and instead, pulled the dagger hidden on the side of her bed, twirling it in her palms. She slipped the one under her pillow in the waistband of her undergarments. Aelin had been hurt too many times in this room to be blindsided again.

Just like that, she heard her door to her rooms open. She crept by her bedroom door, straining to hear what was on the other side. Someone was stalking close to her. Celeana palmed her dagger.

“Your Highness?”

Her mind was too untrusting to know if she could exhale or not, the sight of her brown-haired guard confusing her. Celeana knew. Aelin knew, too.

“What.” She demanded, not caring as his eyes swept to the weapon palmed in her hand. Let him know. 

“There’s been a break in.”

Damn her, damn every man in this goddamn country for making fear pit in her stomach. She’d literally been hunted for the past seven years, those bastards following her around her forests… but this castle did something to her, did something to the twelve year old girl still hiding in that closet. Still holding Rowan as he bled out in that closet, still being attacked in that closet, still being kis-

“Your Majesty?”

Her eyes cut up. She traced the expression on his face, his strong willed jaw, the urgency in his eyes. She wondered if he heard what he just said, too. But they had other things to worry about. 

“The tunnels,” he told her. She debated if it was a good thing that he knew the secrets of her home. But she nodded, driving her into her bathing chambers, pushing on the fake wall, Chaol on her heels. Lit by the candle he handed her, they crept along the stairs. She just moved, moved, moved. Driven by memories, by all the times her father would scoop her up in the middle of the night, holding her and her mother close as they, too, made for the basement.

“Turn here,” he told her.

“I remember,” she snapped at him. Only a moment later he caught her before she ran into a black wall, missing the next turn. Aelin hastily shook off his touch. They traveled quickly and in silence after that.

Until footsteps crept along their ears. Celeana stopped, and palmed her dagger. Chaol grabbed the sword at his side. They turned in unison, and for a moment, she forgot he was an Adarlan man as he pointed to the strange alcove next to them. She nodded, and they both hid with their backs against the wall, peering ever so slightly each moment. In silence, they read each other’s orders, and she covered her candle light with her hand at his instruction. He seemed to understand that she would not go lightly. Seemed to understand the importance of two warriors in these tunnels rather than one.

Adrenaline pushed her, and she remembered it all. If she was going to live, if she was going to one day rule, she had to keep herself alive. Up in the mountains, when she was alone short of visits from Elide and Marion- and him- she would repeat it. I am not afraid, a phantom voice said to her.

She closed her creunulan eyes and remembered his voice, even as she so rarely conjured up his face, Say it. Say: I am Celeana Sardothian and I am not afraid.

I am not afraid. 

Chaol pointed down the hall, pointed to her as the hurried footsteps grew. He pointed to his sword, then to the hall behind them. She knew he was waiting for a response, but she would not promise to refuse a fight. Not to the men who entered her halls. They would pay.

Her guards eyes were careful and calculated, but they turned furious when she swung her arm out right as the steps were close enough, and decked a man in the face. 

“Aelin!”

She couldn’t hear the disapproving voice. She’d heard a disapproving man’s voice in her ear her entire life. They could all piss off. She swung her leg out in an instant, and the tall man tripped. Celeana fought mean and she fought dirty.

They were calling a name, her other name, but she wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She was a wild animal, fury born again. They’d threatened her home, her life. Her family. They’d taken from her a million times. Her hands were numb, and she realized a moment too late she was being pulled off of the man. Was screaming for them to let her go. She didn’t stop until the smell of home drowned her senses, her back flush, suddenly, with Rowan’s front. 

“Stop, Fireheart. Stop.” He risked a hand covering her mouth. 

Finally, she calmed, if only a little, snapping out of her rage. It was then, with great dread, as she came to, that she realized it was Rowan’s own guard she’d pummeled. Her knuckle was bruised and bleeding, and the side of his face was worse. Rowan’s arms were heavy around her, his thundering heart steadying her wild one. Her pants blew across his strong arm, strung as it was around her. 

Chaol was helping the man up, something she couldn’t quite place in his eyes. 

“We have to go,” Rowan whispered in her ear.

Celenana or Aelin or whoever the hell she was nodded. Her breath was heavy in her ears. And though her mind was far away, she had it in her to recognize the armor on Rowan’s body, and wonder what it was doing there.

They were moving again, much faster than before. Her outburst surely wasn’t appreciated by either guard. Then again, fools, both of them, if they thought protecting her and Rowan would be easy when half of the country wanted them dead, East and West respectively.

They made it to their safe room, windowless and dark. Chaol made quick work of lighting the candles on the walls, and Rowan had pulled Aelin into a chair. While the adrenaline rushed out of her, sleep crept up, just as it always did. After she hunted, she would spend maybe days sleeping up in her cabin. 

Her eyes swept up, a tad bit of guilt clawing up as she finally looked at Rowan’s guard. The man was… pretty. Normally the men in her country were not pretty. But this man, with his tan skin, also a mystery to her, his dark eyes, and blonde hair was, for lack of a better word, pretty. If he were more burly, he’d remind her of her cousin. Her cousin, who she didn’t even have room in her mind to think about. 

But Rowan’s guard did not seem angry at her. From the look in his eyes, it seemed as if he found it humorous. Her eyes narrowed, especially as he stalked over to where her and Rowan were sitting. She did not realize his hand was still on her knee until his guard’s eyes became glued to both her knee, and then Rowan’s eyes. Rowan removed his hand.

“Fenrys Moonbeam,” the guard introduced himself. Aelin watched him nurse his bruised jaw. She was about to introduce herself when he said, “Don’t worry, love. I know you. You’re our future queen.”

A soft smile played on her lips. She liked him already. She found herself eager to meet his swagger with a bit of her own, despite the tiredness. “And don’t you forget it.”

He saluted her as she watched Chaol pace the door. “How could I?” Fenrys mused, clapping Rowan’s shoulder. “Out there in Adarlan, I’d never hear the end of you.” He winked at her, even as something dreadful curled in her stomach. “Not that I’d want to.”

The world became silent. Aelin turned, almost robotically, to look at Rowan. He better not have gotten that scar where she was starting to think he got that scar. “Rowan,” she whispered. 

His eyes were set, murderous, on Fenrys. 

“Did you fight in Adarlan?” Her voice was steel.

Fenrys’ eyes widened. “But I’m guessing you didn’t know that,” he said, confirming her fears. 

That’s why he was so strong. That’s why he was so haunted. That’s why he was more protective than ever. He was in fucking Adarlan during the war, and no one told her. Her fingers curled again.

“You could have died.”

Rowan glared something aggressive to Fenrys before turning to her. “They hurt you.” Her heart clenched. “They needed to pay.”

“Not with your life, Rowan!” 

“Hey!” Both her and Rowan turned to where Chaol snapped at them. “Keep it down.”

Her mother used to say it was dangerous should both she and Rowan be angry, and if looks could kill, her guard would be surely dead where he stood. 

Aelin glared at Rowan, and his expression was granite, unflinching. “I did what I had to do.”

“Then you’re a rutting idiot.”

He didn’t even respond to her. He only turned, eyes distant. 

Panic filled her chest at the thought of him there, deep in the bellies of their wars. She had cried countless times at the Terssen lives sacrificed at the brutal hands of Adarlan. At the soldiers her court kept sending out into Adarlan forces. But imagining Rowan there made it so much worse. 

They were quiet for a long, long while until she asked, “when?” 

Fenrys and Chaol were on either side of the door, nearly relaxed, simply waiting. They both eyed their princess and King. Rowan sat next to her as they had rallied with their thoughts, but he still felt so far. 

“When what?” He asked, lowly.

“When did you go off to Adarlan?”

Those piercing green eyes of his seemed to be off somewhere else, and she was starting to recognize it. It was the same look he’d had when she’d first gotten back. She had seen it in the library, his eyes seeing something else instead of their home. Aelin knew she probably had a similar look in her own eyes most days. 

“When did you learn to fight like that?” Was all he asked, still looking down at his muddy, boot-cladded feet. 

Aelin’s voice was low in her throat. “I asked you first.”

He huffed something close to a laugh. It hit her again that they were well and truly adults. That he was her husband. Gods. She pushed it away. 

“A year.” She stared at his harsh profile. “After you left.”

Her heart rose to her throat. Devastation pierced her, again. She wondered if she had any more of it left. Perhaps she’d have her maids call for more, since she had to be running out at this point. 

“You were fifteen?”

His face was angry, haunted. “You were twelve.”

She was glad for the guards pretending as if they were not listening. Because she did not want them to see her weakness. At how labored her breath was, rough in her own ears. 

“Twelve when he-” Rowan’s voice caught, and her eyes fluttered closed.

“I know,” she whispered. “But that is not enough a reason to risk your life.” He only shook his head, and the dismissal had anger rising again. “What if something had happened to me up there? We would have no king, no queen.”

“You deserved revenge.”

Her hands gripped the edges of the chair. “Then let me get it.”

His voice was steady. “That wasn’t exactly an option six years ago.” Rowan’s eyes darkened. “And I wasn’t going to wait that long.”

“Terrasen needed a king!”

“And it has one.” 

Aelin seethed. “Our country needed you. That’s all I asked, ever, of you. To save this country. Before me, before the castle, before the court. I needed you here.”

Rowan shook his head. “You have no idea what it was like. What this country was like after…” His breathing was just as harsh as her’s. “They needed to think they had someone who cared.”

“Did you?” Aelin shot back. 

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” 

“Was it about revenge, or was it about saving face of the monarchy?”

“Those things are not mutually exclusive, Aelin.”

She was so caught up in thoughts, so full of emotion, gods damn her, that she could hardly think straight. Could hardly think of a response. So Aelin let herself be honest, here, with Rowan. Let him know how devastated by this news she was.

“You were too young to fight like that. I did not ask that of you, and I certainly would not want it.”

Rowan shook his head. “I did it for a lot of reasons, Aelin. And I know twelve year old you would not understand. But I hope this version of you can.”

“You shouldn’t have done it in my name,” she pressed.

Rowan’s hand found her knee again. She saw the strain in his eyes, the same one that had been there that morning she had woken up after the first raid. “Someone had to.”

Aelin opened her mouth, to say what, she wasn’t quite sure yet, when the door began to open. Chaol and Fenrys stood in position, and Rowan stalked in front of her as they both stood. His hand braced her stomach, and she remembered with a flush and ill timing that she was only in her nightgown. 

The door turned, and her dagger slipped into her hand, unconsciously. Celeana? She heard his voice, up in the mountains. Do you really want to learn how to kill?

Yes. 

That was her answer. Now, and then, that was her answer.

She had found him, a long time ago, when she had been hunting. A man with curly, amber hair who’d had a perfect aim and deadly focus. She’d watched him for days after that, watching him catch every mammal meant to be her dinner. She’d finally introduced herself the day he killed a man in Adarlan colors, muttering something foul under his breath about that cursed country.

Teach me how to kill like you do, she’d told him. And thus began a series of bloodshed and heartbreak that fueled every one of her senses as the knob on the safe room door turned, and her candle flickered out. 

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My Reputation’s Never Been Worse

Chapter 12

Once everything was packed, the six of them headed back to the castle. Will and Miles took up the rear, and it occurred to Alyss when she glanced back at them that this was intentional. Will’s limp was heavier than it had been the day before, and his brow was furrowed with concentration. Miles was gently guiding him, pointing out rocks and roots that could prove hazardous.

“Miles is the worrier of our group.” Alyss turned. She hadn’t realized that Nyah had come up beside her. “Will’s just indulging him, letting him play mother hen. Even in his worst pain, Will could run for miles without missing a single step. Trust me, he’s done it before.”

“He’s always been good at hiding his pain.” Alyss said.

Nyah smiled, “It’s funny to think that you all grew up together. I honestly can’t imagine Will as a little boy. What was he like?”

“Happy. Adventurous. He was always getting into trouble, but could usually charm himself out of it just as quickly.” She sighed. “It seems as though we know two different men. I look at Will now, and wonder which is the real one.”

“Will is still the boy you knew. He’s just, trying to find harmony with both sides of himself. The one before the arrest and the one after.”

Before Alyss could respond, there was a loud shout and the sound of something, or rather, someone, hitting the ground. Alyss and Nyah spun around to see Will on the ground, pushing himself to his hands and knees. Besides him, Miles tugged at his arm trying to pull him back closer to their friends. Blood was beginning to mat down the hair on the back of Will’s head, and looking down, Alyss saw why. Where Will had just been standing sat a bloodstained rock the size of her fist.

“Where did that come from?” She asked no one in particular.

“There.” She heard Horace growl as he pushed past her. Following his path, Alyss saw three young men standing several yards away. Judging by their uniforms they were all knights in training, which would make them no older than twenty.

“What the hell do you think you are doing? He is a guest of the king!” Horace bellowed at them. Two stepped back, nervous energy radiating off of them. But one, the tallest of the group, stood his ground. Stupid boy, Alyss thought. As loving as she knew him to be, Alyss would not want Horace as her enemy.

The boy scoffed, “He’s a traitor to the country. He deserves to hang for his crimes, not live the life of luxury inside the palace, sleeping within the same walls as the ones he plotted against.”

“Hold your tongue, or you’ll lose it.” Horace threaten.

“He’s really got you all wrapped around his finger doesn’t he. I mean, the girls, I understand. They come undone by his charm. But you? A knight of your standing should know better. How dumb do you have to be to believe the words of a good for nothing conman?”

“Enough!” But the boy kept talking, his words fueling the fire of his hate.

“A bastard like that must have been born evil. But what else can you expect from the son of a whore and a coward.”

Horace growled and moved to unsheathe the sword at his hip, but Will waved him off and came up besides him.

“One day you’ll learn that you shouldn’t throw words like that around unless you’ve got the skills to back them up.” Will said. “But today is not that day. I will not fight a child for acting like a man.” Then he smirked. “Go back to your practice field boy, based on that throw, you’ll need all the help you can get. Perhaps if you ask nicely, Princess Cassandra will give you a lesson or two.”

“I could have killed you if I had wanted to! That was just to get your attention. Unlike you, I am a man of honor. I’d never kill an unarmed man from behind.” The boy’s face was flush with frustration and humiliation.

Will took a step towards him, hands open. “I’m standing right here. Try your worst.”

There was a half second flash of hesitation in the young knights eyes before he lunged forward, sword suddenly in hand. A moment before the blade would have made contact with Will’s throat, he ducked out of the way. Will kicked his leg out and made contact with the other mans knee. The boy stumbled but quickly regained his footing. He moved again towards Will, who once again dodged the sword. They continued like this for several minutes, the boy’s attacks becoming more and more wild and careless as his embarrassment and anger grew. In contrast, Will remained calm the entire time, his face neutral, as if this was merely a casual battle practice.

“Feel free to yield at anytime.” Will called to his attacker. “I’m starting to get hungry.” His tone lacked any taunting edge, only mild boredom. This only infuriated the knight even more. He swung his sword quickly and Will moved away, then used the boy’s own momentum to shove him to the ground. Will followed, straddling the boy and tossing his sword to the side.

“Yield.” he demanded.

“I’ll never yield to the likes of you. You are nothing but but a wild dog. I am a Knight of Araluen. You are nothing compared to me.” The boy punctuated his sentence by spiting in Will’s face.

In an instant Horace felt the energy change. Up until then, Will had been seemingly unreactive to the boy’s words and intimation tactics. Horace should have known that it was just a mask he had been wearing. That Will had learned to bury his emotions deep within himself. It had been part of being a ranger, and Horace had a feeling at his betrayal and years on the run had only driven that lesson deeper into his psyche. But now the boy had crossed a line.

Will grabbed the neck of the boys tunic with one hand, and with the other he drew his fist up and began pummeling the boy’s face. Blood flew off of Will’s knuckles and the silver of his rings flashed in the morning sun.

“Will, I think he’s had enough.” Horace called from behind him. The knight’s face was a bloody and purple mess. Will didn’t react, only continuing to hit him. Horace moved to grab Will’s arm, but Miles shouted out to him.

“I won’t be that if I was you!”

“I can’t just let him kill the kid!”

“He’s not going to kill him.” Then Miles frowned. “Ok, he might. But you still should leave him be.”

Horace ignored Miles’ warning and grabbed Will around the waist, hauling him off of the boy. Will spun and drove his fist into Horace’s jaw. Horace stumbled back, but quickly recovered just in time to dodge the next blow.

“Calm down Will!” Nyah yelled as she moved towards the pair.

“Stay back Nyah.” Horace called to her as he avoided Will’s fist again.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed Will’s arm from behind. He shoved her back hard but she grabbed him again. He threw his elbow into her side but instead of backing off, she drove the heel of her hand into his nose, causing his head to snap back and a river of blood start to pour out.

“You good?” She asked slightly out of breath, a hand pressed to her ribs.

He groaned, “You nearly broken my nose.”

“Damn I was trying to actually break it this time. Guess I need refresher course.” Nyah spat, then sighed, “You know, this isn’t Eisel, we can’t just punch everyone who comes near us.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He snapped, but then smiled at her, blood running into his mouth and staining his teeth.

“Someone’s got to.” She looked back at the horrified faces of his friends. “Now, go apologize. You scared them.”

“They’ll live.” He grumbled, but wiped at his face and walked over to where the Alyss, Cassandra, and Miles were standing. Horace stayed back to check on the knight that was groaning on the ground. “I’m sorry if that upset you.” Will says.

“What kind of apology is that!” Nyah smacked the back of his head. He shoved her lightly.

“The best they’ll get from me.”

“Did you seriously shove and hit her?” Cassandra asked sharply, not knowing where the sudden surge of defensiveness for the girl came from but still leaning.

“It’s fine.��� Will and Nyah said in unison. They looked at each other, having a silent conversation before Will gestured for Nyah to continue.

“I know that it seems… violent. But we are both used to getting in fights and communicating with aggression. He didn’t actually hurt me, he never has. And I only hit him hard enough to get him to calm down. It’s weird and extremely unhealthy, we know that. But it’s all I’ve ever known. And it’s what the world has taught Will.” She turned to Will. “Is that roughly what you were gonna say?”

Will shook his head. “I was just going to say it’s none of their business. But what you said works too.” He looks over to his friends. “I am sorry that I lost control. I didn’t mean to go off on the kid like that. Not in front of you at least.” Will’s eyes shoot over to Alyss who hasn’t said a word throughout this entire event.

“Well, he did start it.” Cassandra gave a half shrug. “I’m honestly surprised you were able to stay as calm as you did for as long as you did.”

“Trust me, I’ve heard people say far worse about me.”

“He was wrong.” Alyss said softly.

Will furrows his eyebrows. “About what?”

Alyss huffed out a humorless laugh. “All of it Will! Everything he said about you is completely untrue.” Then realization flooded her features. “Wait, do you actually believe what he said? Is that why you didn’t seem bothered?

All eyes turned to Will. “Well.” He cleared his throat and dropped his eyes. “Obviously not all of it. My parents-“

“Are you serious! That’s the only part you disagree with! What’s wrong with you? How can you believe what he said?” Alyss shouted.

“Because it’s true Alyss! Maybe it wasn’t five years ago, but a lot has changed.” Will digs his palms into his eyes. “God you all have no idea what I’ve done. What I’ve become. You’re just stuck on this idea of the naive little boy you used to know. If you can’t deal with what that boy said being at least half true, then I should leave now because there’s no way to move forward from here!”

“You are not a monster Will! There is nothing you could have done that will convince me otherwise!”

Will lets out a groan then turns and starts walking away from the castle. “I can’t do this right now.”

Alyss and Cassandra move to follow him, but Horace, who had found a pair of guards to carry the young knight to the infirmary, stepped out to block their way. “Let him go. He needs space to cool off.”

“But if he leaves-“ Cassandra starts but Nyah interrupts her.

“He won’t. Horace is right, he needs to cool off. Go eat breakfast, Miles and I will stick around and make sure he doesn’t make a break for it.” Her mouth tilts up in a slight smile.

“You two should eat too.” Horace says.

“Since we’ve been here I’ve eaten more than I ever have.” Miles offers. “I never realized how much nobility eat in a day. It’s like, every couple hours someone is trying to feed us. Don’t worry, we won’t even notice a missed meal or two.”

Nyah nods. “If you want to come find us after, Will’s probably gone down to the lake.”

[randomnameless]

WoH headcanon?

Uh...

Checking some lines about Hubert and House Vestra -

Hubert, in his Hanneman support, is really pissed about his Father, and how he betrayed 1100 years of loyalty and devotion to House Hresvelg.

(so much about nobility based on merit and family lines not being relevant, Hubert is pissed that his Father didn’t do... what his family was supposed to do?)

In the Library, House Vestra was also said to have been there since the Dawn of the Empire, acting in House Hresvelg’s shadow and, amongst other thing, taking care of, ceremonies, rituals, “darker tasks” and the Imperial harem since the “Dawn of the Empire”.

Does this also means Willy had a harem?

If Seiros was around and the CoS ultra besties with Adrestia, I don’t see why House Vestra should take care of ceremonies, if the Church is already there -

Unless House Vestra and Vestra 1 put a lot of importance on Adrestia being a separate entity from the CoS, and instead of letting the CoS organise the ceremonies, House Vestra coordinated the CoS and the Enbarr’s officials to perform ceremonies?

Now, for the fodlan nonsense, Vestra I stuff :

He was a slave who was "bought" by Willy's family, since might makes right in the back then Fodlan, Vestra 1 was caught on a Dagdan ship and enslaved.

Willy befriended him regardless of his supposed "inferiority" being a slave (to foreshadow how he won't freak out when a lady with pointy ears will pop up).

Vestra 1 helped Willy become one of the most important lords of Enbarr, which made Willy wonder why Vestra 1 was a slave and by nature "inferior" to the citizens of Enbarr if he has that much talent/with/smarts, shouldn't he get a place and a status based on his abilities instead of his birth?

(muhritocracy)

Of course Vestra 1 being the brains of the duo told him not to associate with the "Seiros sect of whatever" but we all know how it ended.

After the general massive hangover following the founding of the Empire, Vestra 1 started to think about the administrative and political and “complicated” stuff Willy - dumb as bricks Willy - being an Emperor entailed.

First, to support his Empire, he will need strong allies.

He has already “befriended” many women around, and even had kids with them!

Amongst his “lady friends”, he has a Princess of Palmyra, the daughter of one the strongest clansmen in Bridget, and a popular Dagdan merchant!

Now, Palmyra has the largest armed forces to protect the nascent Empire from the rest of the world, but Dagda’s naval forces can be used to secure Enbarr as a harbor, but also to secure their coasts, but with Bridget’s ressources, they could assure food income for several years, instead of only relying on the Gronder fields (if they lose it, Enbarr, no, Adrestia, will starve!).

So the usual plan is to make the most profitable ally his official wife, and name their child heir of the Empire, this way Adrestia will be backed up by an existing and powerful force !

Previsibly, everything fails when Willy says Seiros is really pretty (and she’s strong, and she helped him, and they really get along, and he really wants to help her! But to Vestra 1 who knew Willy for several years now, the “really pretty” is he's sure, the argument that convinced Willy.).

“Reconsider, I’m talking about Adrestia here. And Seiros wants to war against Nemesis! Will you throw Adrestia in her war?”

“Yes?”

Thus Vestra 1 created the “Vestra coffee”, because he needed something really strong to support Willy’s “opinions”, but it was a disgusting drink, just something “strong” (coffee beans from Dagda and the worst bacchus he could find).

After several “Vestra coffees”, Vestra 1 thought the child argument - and the forces a possible union could bring to Adrestia - would maybe hit the point home, Willy could still “befriend” Seiros from times to times, but they’re talking about politics here.

“With the child, the countries will be forced to support Adrestia, with men, weapons, ships, food and whatever else! The two countries will be united, and later on, Adrestia will come out on top! Seiros already supports Adrestia, there’s no need to force her to do so through an union!”

Willy seemed to be thinking, which made Vestra 1 happy, is he finally starting to think with his brain??

“Why force them though, can’t we just ask for weapons and all? Besides, if you’re worried, the kids we’re going to have will be super powerful too, they will be half dragons!”

20 minutes later, after Vestra 1 “pinky promised” to never reveal the truth about Seiros’s secret, Vestra 1 ran to Saint Macuil, begging him for help because his Emperor is decidely way too stupid, and he can’t deal with it anymore. 

Vestra 1 died from a liver defect and heart attack - too many Vestra coffees - but made his heirs swear to serve the Hresvelgs, because “dumb as they are they will destroy Adrestia in 3 days without their support”, begging the Goddess to save his descendants from his fate, serving a foolish Emperor.

Only Hubert’s dad interpreted his glorious ancestor’s words as “prioritize Adrestia over the Hresvelg if the Hresvelg is going to destroy it”, but Hubert followed the telephoned version of “support House Hresvelg whatever they do”.

[sonicasura]

Lost World's New Superstar

The KN8/Mario and Luigi crossover is finally here! It took quite awhile to plan this one out since it involves the Fawful Saga which spans between three different games. Now let's get started.

29 year old Kafka Hibino didn't know what he was truly getting into when he decided to visit the carnival. It had been the type of one that travels around the country and he didn't see the harm in reliving some childhood nostalgia. This particular one has a very special 'attraction' from the rumors Kafka heard while waiting to purchase his ticket.

A hall of mirrors that could evidently lead someone to what they truly wanted. Kafka couldn't help the curiosity stewing inside him so why not pay a visit? The worst that could happen to the man anyway in a hall of mirrors was getting lost.

It had been Kafka's initial thought until the halfway point where things began to become...strange. The reflections in the mirrors no longer looked like him but instead were now peculiar people and very strange characters. Folks with beans for heads, two short mustached men, a blonde haired princess, even a giant monster turtle!

Kafka was ready to turn back only for him to hit a massive mirrored wall. The thing being pitch black in color except for the three pairs of eyes that stare evilly back at him. All it took was a second before the darkness inside the mirror spilled out to swallow the man whole.

Kafka Hibino would be declared missing after not showing up for work. The carnival he vanished inside was put under investigation with the only clues of foul play being the man's wallet standing before a shattered mirror. No one knew Kafka Hibino had been taken into a world that became lost from theirs by time and space...

Nothing like an impromptu isekai to light a fire under someone. For those wondering, Kafka pretty much crash lands outside of Toad Town and makes quite the scene since he fell on Luigi. (The brothers were on an outing with Peach when this happened.)

Mario figures the stranger might be in the same situation that he and Luigi were once in. (Think Mario Movie/Super Mario Super Show where the brothers got pulled into the Lost World from their home in Brooklyn.) As to not overwhelm him when he wakes up, Kafka was taken to a room in the castle with the Toads waiting outside.

Good idea on their part after the trio hears the story their guest had to offer. Considering the vast difference between Kafka's world and the Mario Brothers' own, nevermind the mirror part, it was pretty clear it would take time to find out how to get him home. The man would stay with the brothers while Peach has some of her subjects looking for any leads.

It takes at least 3 weeks before Superstar Saga begins. Enough time for Kafka to become accustomed to the strange world he found himself in. Since his physical skills weren't like Mario Bros', Toadbert was able to get in touch with Professor E.Gadd.

Kafka relies on FLUDD when it comes to moving across terrain alongside early battle. Throughout his adventures in the Lost World, he gains new abilities to aid him against the more harder obstacles. What these include are:

Transformation Charm that allows him to use power-ups both in and out of battle(Partners in Time). Ice Brand, a lost hand technique found inside Jokes' End which can freeze anything if powered up enough(Superstar Saga). And Monster Force that allows Kafka to mimic a monster type(Bowser's Inside Story).

Similar to the Mario Bros, our himbo will also be put in a unique situation for each respective adventure. Kafka utilizing Trio Attacks alongside Trio Moves to traverse the BeanBean Kingdom. Skully Hibino, who gives him a taste of his destined Kaiju power than just the future, as he helps fight off Partners in Time's Shroob Invasion. Finally Kafka uses his new monstrous Koopa form forced onto him by Fawful to aid Bowser's quest throughout Bowser's Inside Story.

If you are wondering how long he's been in the Lost World, it's two years and six months. That's how long it took to find his way back home. Kafka is still connected to the Lost World as Professor E.Gadd would build a pipe linked to both worlds and give the man one such copy.

Our himbo appears in the middle of a 3rd Division mission since that's what was happening in the area where his apartment is. No perfect place for an impromptu reunion between childhood friends than an active battlefield. Mina definitely thought she was hallucinating when she saw Kafka.

Especially since he was wearing weird clothes, holding a comically big hammer and sat atop a pile of dead Yoju who were clearly pummeled by said weapon. Kafka did get taken into Defense Force custody for a bit. He was missing for almost three years and spontaneously showed up on a battlefield of all places.

Kafka is pretty entangled with the Defense Force afterwards since he can't exactly lie about where he's been. Especially since a private nurse had triggered the Ice Brand during a full body exam. (Thank the stars that FLUDD and Stuffington were with him to help explain things.) He does lie about the Warp Pipe given to him by E.Gadd though.

Kafka rather not have anything from the Lost World slip into his or vice versa since the Defense Force would confiscate it. Plus he does want to visit his friends there every once in awhile. Now Kafka isn't an official member.

Due to what he experienced in the Lost World, especially since Stuffington provided footage of all three adventures, he was too high priority to be left alone. Kafka's lifestyle became partly monitored by the Defense Force. He would often be escorted to the 3rd Division, 1st Division, or sometimes Headquarters from time to time.

This happens more frequently when Kafka gets caught up in a Kaiju attack. He WILL fight if it's a situation where people can't get to safety or the Defense Force is unable to make it on time. The Higher Ups weren't exactly happy about it since Kafka became a superstar of sorts to the civilian populace.

Some good things do come from this. Kafka managed to rekindle his friendship with Mina as the two had quite the heart to heart when he returned. Soshiro, Okonogi, and Narumi were also added to the friend group since he often visits their respective divisions.

A good thing too when Kafka gains his kaiju powers. You can say that was a much bigger trip for him than in canon since Skully does show up to help for Partners in Time. Even moreso when he gets into the very same work related accident which creates the little Yoju just a week later.

You can say things are still quite nutty for Kafka despite being back in his universe. Sometimes the weirdness of the Lost World follows those it touches. And that includes 32 year old sunshine himbos.

@foolmariofest

[yaegercockwhore]

You're a Royal Whore - Eren Yeager Smut

originally posted on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39038085

-> Prince Eren Yeager of Eldia is a hot young bachelor wanted by many women.. and he hates it. You, on the other hand, are a hot young woman wanted by many men.. and you love it. What will happen when you wish for Eren to be the next victim to your schemes?

-> TW for literally so many things. MDNI, do not read if heavy BDSM elements make you uncomfy

"You're 19, Eren," The King spoke sternly to his eldest son. "You need to chose a bride, the pressure from the other kingdoms is getting extreme. You're Eldia's most prized possession, a handsome bachelor Prince." Prince Yeager chuckled, knowing he was just some sort of sex symbol to the Kingdom. He was no deeper in substance to anyone than his looks and status. "Now, I don't want to force you into an arranged marriage, but you know how Marley is. They will have you marry Pieck if you don't marry soon." 

Eren sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. He was so tired, tired of women throwing themselves at him. Any other man might have loved the attention, bedding a different girl every night. However, Prince Eren Yeager of Eldia had his own opinions. He thought they were desperate and unappealing, even the prettiest whores who he spent a night with had him wanting to throw up afterwards, even executing one who made him particularly sick to his stomach. Pieck was the worst of them all, though; the way she bent over and the facial expressions she made not only around him but around any member of royalty was aggravating. 

"Eren," His father, King Grisha, called him back to reality. Eren looked up at his father, uninterested. "Think about it urgently. In the mean time, please prepare yourself for our day."

Eren nodded, waving his father out of his room. He let out a big sigh, undressing as his servant chose his outfit. He watched as she selected a rather fancy outfit, complete with a long, red coat. He sneered at the cheesy gold tassels on the coat as he slipped it onto his arms before setting his crown on top of his head. His servants ushered him down to the main entrance, where his parents sat.

"Announcing the Royal Family of..." Eren couldn't hear the country or their King's name through his yawn. Nobody was looking at him anyway, a feeling Eren wasn't used to. 

"Eren, go show the Princess to her room. It's the one beside yours." His mom whispered in his ear, gently nudging him with her elbow. He nodded, wiping his eyes and stretching, deciding he likely needed to be more awake for this.

As Eren took in his surroundings, he finally realized why he didn't feel hundreds of eyes piercing his flesh and analyzing his every move. It wasn't difficult for him to surmise this was the princess of whatever Kingdom, her beauty undeniable. Eren almost snorted once he realized who you were, even more uninterested than he previously was. He decided that tonight might end up being a little more fun than intended.

"Hi," You greeted, gently curtsy in the direction of the Prince. "I take you to be Prince Eren Yeager of Eldia?" Eren nodded, already over the eyes being back on him. You waited patiently for him to speak, used to men being too in awe to speak to you. However, Eren just stood there, his eyes looking right through you. You calmly cleared your throat and patted your dress down. "Uhm, may you please take me to my quarters?"

Eren's treatment of you was frustrating. Every other Prince you had met on your tour had been all too eager to bring you to your room and try to have their way, never ceasing to be on their best behaviour. You loved to watch their dejected faces when you rejected them, guards ready to take them away and gossip ready to be spread and ruin their reputation. Some couldn't even speak to you and would just awkwardly stare with red faces as they sat you down and tried to kiss you with quivering lips. Eren didn't fall into either of the categories at hand, though, and it was driving you nuts. You had to crack him, some way, somehow.. more for your ego than your amusement at this point. 

You trailed behind as Eren walked you to his dorm, not even making an effort to socialize with you. He was attractive, you had to admit, but you wouldn't fall for it. He was more attractive than any Prince you'd played before, and apparently one of the hottest bachelors in the world. You couldn't simply give up.

Eren opened your door, gesturing for you to go inside. You sat on the bed, looking up at him expectantly, flittering your eyelashes. He cocked his head and turned to walk out before you called out to him.

"Eren, wait!" You called out. He turned around slowly as if someone had asked him to do chores. You tapped the spot beside you on the bed with a smile. "I'm a bit homesick. Won't you stay with me?" 

Eren knew better than this, but he wasn't in the mood to have his father yell at him. It was inevitable; every Princess always tries this shit with him. It's just what his dad wants, taking whatever measures necessary to have Eren marry anyone but a Marley princess.

He sat reluctantly, staring at his lap to avoid your eyes. Your hand suddenly appeared in his line of vision, resting on his thigh, way too close to where it shouldn't be. He shot you a glare that you wouldn't admit you found hot.

This was going to be hard, you thought, double entendre to your meaning. You preferred to just tease your men, as it was easier to ruin their reputation this way. "He came onto me, he's so mean, King!" She would cry to their fathers. However, Eren was really just not interested, and it was driving you insane. You had to be bold.

Getting off the bed, you delivered another award winning smile to Eren before slowly undoing your dress and letting it fall. He didn't even look, keeping his eyes on his lap. You acted quickly, getting on your knees and reaching for his belt.

"The fuck are you doing, slut?" Eren hissed, grabbing your chin in his hand. "I don't want to fuck with someone with a shitty reputation like you." 

"How do you know..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling exposed. You stood up, covering your chest. 

"Everyone knows what you do," Eren explained, anger lacing his voice. "Some think you're a whore, others think you're just a scared virgin. Unfortunately you, I'm one of the few of the former." 

"But... but every guy thinks I'm beautiful. Everyone wants me. Why are you any different?" You seethed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not a whore! I've only fucked two people! You're so fucking rude, Yaeger. If you think this saves your reputation, it doesn't, I'm still going to tell everyone you called me a-"

"Whore?" Eren completed with a laugh. "Because you are. Am I supposed to prove it?"

"Yeah." You answered without hesitation, ego too big to say anything else. 

"So you're saying you consent to having sex with me? I'm just catching that so you don't fuck me over like everyone else," Eren teased, watching you nod determined. He hadn't planned on fucking you tonight, but fuck, you were hot. He had to avoid looking at you for a reason, but now he had to fuck some sense into you. Not that he intended for even a moment for you to enjoy it. "Let's start on a high note, bend over my lap."

"What? No, that's so fucking degrading." You scoffed, giving him a look that would make a normal man insecure.

"Oh, you're a brat. I thought you'd submit earlier." Eren laughed, shedding his red coat. 

"I'm not submissive, twat," You scolded him. "I thought it was rather obvious I get off on being dominant."

"Aw, that's real cute," Eren cooed. "Unfortunately, you're going to be submissive with me."

"No, that's not how this works!" You whined. "You know, I liked you more when you didn't talk and were all hot and mysterious-" Suddenly, Eren's hand was around your throat and a smirk written on his face.

"Well, I was bored then," He replied nonchalantly. "Now, I'm about to play with a new toy."

He bored his eyes into your own as he held you to the wall by your throat, watching you thrash around. Once you began to fight it less, he let go and watched you crumple to the ground like a discarded napkin. He picked you up with ease, dropping you onto the bed and gently rubbing the marks on your neck.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you, little one?" He faked sincerity, and you fell right for it, nodding and letting tears prick your eyes. You went pale when he laughed. "I thought you were supposed to be some kind of dom, huh? You're fucking pathetic, you know that?" 

"No, I am, I am, I can be... I'm so..." You tried, choking over nothing but your own words this time. He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ears. 

"Then ride me, if you wanna be a top so bad." Eren encouraged, taking his hands away from you and laying on the bed next to you. You looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights, and that's when Eren knew you had submitted to him. "Aw, you can't do that, can you? You're not high and mighty at all. You are just a submissive little brat. You just needed someone to take care of you."

Eren kneeled in front of you and peeled your legs apart, your pussy making him lick his lips in a way so lewd you had to cover your eyes. 

"You think I'm gonna give head to some slut like you?" He jeered, delivering a harsh slap between your legs that made you moan. "Listen to you. I thought you weren't a whore?"

Eren didn't speak as he slowly began to trace circles onto your clit, letting your whimpers do the talking. This was Eren's little secret: the quiet, nonchalant, highly desired Prince was a complete sadist. Though this had nothing to do with his desire to not get married; he just really fucking hated whores, enough to torment them sexually. He wouldn't lie to himself about how hot he found it to watch his own little slut melt under his touch, to cry because of him, to watch them lose all of their belligerence and submit to him. He loved his power over women in this way, though he hated the way they treated him like a sex symbol. It pissed him off until he got to see the bruises on their ass cheeks and watch them sob as he gave them no comfort, making them cum so many times they wished to never orgasm again.

Though, Eren will admit you are particularly beautiful, and he has been in a bad mood lately, so he goes easy on you. Easy isn't the way you'd describe it though, as Eren spits on your clit and continues to rub it in such a tantalizing way. His other hand finds its way to your nipple, watching you gasp as he runs his fingers over the hardened bud. He smiles, watching you enjoy the pleasure before taking both his hands away from your body. When you cry out for more, he delivers a harsh slap to your face, watching you gasp again. He loves it, every second of it. His cock is so fucking hard, he makes you watch as he takes all of his clothing off, his dick coming free with a slap.

You get on your knees again without a second thought, wanting his dick in your mouth in an involuntary reaction. He hold you back by his hair, and whether it be because he knows he'll cum too fast, or because he wants to torture you more, he truly doesn't know.

"I'm not done with you yet," He tells you, pratically dragging you back to the bed by your hair and pushing your legs apart. He wastes no time to insert but a single finger, waiting patiently for you to beg for more. Patience isn't needed with you, though; within seconds, you're begging for a second. He obliges you, but only at the expense of a painfully slow.

"Faster.. faster, more, please.." You plead, your hands in his long brown hair.

"Why should I?" He asks with an innocent. He's not innocent though, and is too impatient to wait for your pleas before he's finger fucking you with an added finger, the wet noises filling the room as you cry. "God, you preach that you're not a slut, yet listen to how wet you are." He smirks before he decides to do something different. He slowly brings his fingers back before repositioning his hand. Before you can realize what he's doing, his fist is slowly pushing into you. At this point, you're far too deep into a state of euphoria, way too fucked out to complain. As long as this man is touching you, you're content. You don't even come close to being able to acknowledge that's exactly what he wants, you've fallen right into Eren's trap.

"I knew you were a whore," Eren encourages, the use of that word haunting you still. "Look at your pussy, so loose it can fit my whole fist. It's a good thing I have such a big cock or you wouldn't even be able to please me. Not that you care about that--all you want is to feel good, huh?"

You cum with a fervor Eren has never seen before, but he doesn't care. It probably wasn't even your first orgasm, he doesn't really want to notice, though. He delivers a harsh slap to your cheek with his hand covered in your wetness, loving the embarrassment on your face in a way he can't explain.

"Okay, little whore," He finally speaks again as he gently caresses your face. "I think you're more than ready to ride me now." He watches as he stops touching your face and listens to your whimpers. He moves out of your reach, forcing you to come to him. You listen well, as Eren has trained you to do, and you sit on his lap. Your legs barely work, though, and your attempt to ride him is adorable to Eren. "God, this is so cute. Fuck. I could watch you fail to get high enough to slip onto my cock for ages, doll, I really could. But, I also wanna feel that wet pussy of yours, so let me help you, yeah?"

Eren is a Prince of a famous nation, regarded by the whole world. Of course he's in shape, but it does illicit a small gasp when he lifts you up with ease and slides his cock into you. The groan he lets out makes you cum, and you feel him twitch inside of you. Before you can even finish your orgasm, he's using your limp body like a fleshlight, fucking himself with you at a speed that makes you orgasm again and again.

"How many fucking times will you cum, you fucking useless bitch?" Eren snarls, just wanting to finish inside of you. His tip brushes against your gspot and rams into your cervix, the pain overwhelmed by the pleasure. The overstimulation becomes numbing as you start to sob, Eren's hips meeting yours at a speed entirely set by him. His cock starts to twitch inside of you, and he increases the force with which he slams your body onto his, before he cums with a low moan that makes you shiver. He fills you up and watches as his cum pours out of you and back onto himself. 

"Nasty fucking cum dumpster, god," Eren complains. "I fucking hate whores." He drops you and begins to clean himself up, leaving you to suffer on the bed.

"My father wants us to marry, Eren," You croak out. "I love you, let's get married."

Eren laughs. It will never be a happy ending for him, will it? The torment never ends.

"Sorry," He says, hand on the doorknob. "I might fuck them, but I certainly don't marry whores."

[goldengoddess]

hi i know your requests are closed but could you do headcanons about how it would be to work through almost getting a divorce with nikolai lantsov after kind of falling out of love then deciding not to and working on getting their relationship back to how it was before because that unbreakable love for each other is still there and its noticeable.

love was enough - nikolai lantsov 

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader 

a/n: this is really long and the start hurt to write tbh!!! i never think nikolai would say those things so i tried to justify it by his workload,,, nikolai best husband but just for this fic i will make an exception 

warnings: angst!!! divorce, mention of not getting sleep, two people not taking care of themselves, ends happy dont worry friends

no one ever said falling in love with the king of ravka would be easy

in reality, they said exactly the opposite

that it would be the most difficult obstacle of all times

after a couple of years married to nikolai lantsov, you knew they were right

nikolai was sunshine, he was good in every way a man could be good

and he loved so fiercely that sometimes it made your heart hurt

but he loved so much, he loved ravka, he loved his work as privateer, as king

he was dedicated to everything he did, never leaving anything half done

but it wasn't easy to dedicate himself to his projects and his country and to you as well

and you weren't a saint either

you were constantly travelling, fulfilling your duties as queen of ravka

attending parties and events that nikolai hated, creating friendships and alliances with different nobles

and also attending to your duties regarding the first army, a responsibility you took very seriously

and at the end of the day, there was little energy left to spend on the other

but somehow the two of you seemed to have enough energy to fight

it would happen every couple of weeks

small little petty comments turning into screaming matches that ended with you sleeping in a guest room instead of your shared room

it had never been like this between the two of you

you'd grown up with each other, falling in love slowly and beautifully the way two children who wanted to change the world did

one day it all got out of hand

you were sat at your desk in your shared room with nikolai, writing letters to nobles in shu han

nikolai walked in the room and just from the looks of him you knew it would be a difficult night, so you'd opted not to say anything

which only made matters worse

"what? no hello for your husband?" he'd let out a little scoff and kicked off his shoes

you had turned your attention to him and gave him a forced smile, "hi nikolai, how are you?"

a 'baby' almost slipped out your mouth but the two you hadn't used nicknames with each other in a long time

he shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the papers in front of you, "what are you working on?"

you let out a tired sigh. "saints, i've been writing and answering correspondence all day, surprised my arms hasn't fallen off" you had tried to joke

but nikolai was tired, he was hurt. little did you know, but an attack that he had ordered and coordinated had gone horribly wrong and he'd lost some of his best men in battle

so he was mean, out of sadness, anger at himself, misplaced onto you

he'd scoffed once again, "like that's real work"

you hadn't known the details of the day, but you knew nikolai and you knew the comment wasn't out of anger

but it had stung

and when you responded accordingly it had ended in a screaming match

nikolai disrespecting your work was the last straw

the next day, you came back to your room

packed a small bag with your clothes

and left divorce papers on nikolai's desk

you cried for weeks

didn't say a word to anyone but genya

and only because you'd shown up to her room at the little palace, sobbing, asking for a place to sleep

it was the worst time of your life

and though you didn't know, it was also the worst point for nikolai

he worked for hours

throwing himself into every project he could get his hands on

never sleeping

filling his body with caffeine

working for five days straight and then sleep 48 hours after

it was hell for the two of you

after about a month genya convinced you to take a walk in the forest, clear your head and get some fresh air

but your traitorous feet led you to the hidden spot next to the lake where nikolai had first kissed

you sat with your feet in the lake and cried silently

as fate would have it, nikolai was taking his first break in weeks at the same time

finding the same place

except when he got there, he found you crying

he crept closer and placed a hesitant hand on your shoulder

you quickly pulled your hands away from your face in shock and flinched when your eyes met nikolai's hazel ones

his heart broke at your reaction to his presence

"um, i," he stuttered, "i can go."

you wiped your eyes and stood up, "no it's okay. i'll go. it was a mistake coming here."

you started walking away from him, holding yourself because in that moment you felt like you could fall apart at any moment

"please don't go" you heard behind you

when you turned nikolai had tears in his eyes and you finally noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the redness that lined his eyes

you knew you probably looked the same

"nikolai" you sighed "i can't do this. i was hurting for so long. i was not happy the way we were."

he stepped closer to you, "then let's not be like that anymore. lets start again. let me do better, please. you are the single greatest thing that has ever happened to me. give me a second chance, i promise on the crown that it will be different."

you sniffled and thought about it

as much as you loved the beautiful boy in front of you, it hurt to love him

but you didn't want to stop loving him

and you wanted what the two of you had before

so you'd nodded

and the two of you had spent the rest of the afternoon sitting by the lake, talking about what you thought had gone wrong between the two of you

the two of you kept that routine, sitting and talking by the lake, for the next two months

after two weeks you asked him for the divorce papers back

the grin nikolai wore at your words gave you the tiniest sliver of hope that everything might work out after all

nikolai agreed to put less on his plate and attend parties with you

the two of you agreed that every saturday would be dedicated to the two of you, no kingly duties involved

one afternoon nikolai places his hand on top of yours

it was the first purposeful contact the two of you had shared in a long time

he'd said " isn't it kind of romantic that the place where our relationship began is also where we sat and tried to start again?"

nikolai started to flirt with you again

and you started to touch him the way you used to

"you look ravishing in those pants" or "you know you love me"

he didn't realize how much he missed the feeling of your hand in his or your touch on his cheek

and you didn't realize how much you needed his comments, how much you needed him to keep trying to win you over

it was hard work

but it did work

a couple of weeks later you decided to come back to his room

you'd decided on a whim

packing up your things quickly and standing outside of the door filled with anxiety

but when nikolai opened up the door and his hair was all messed up from his pillow you knew that you were making the right choice

"hi sobachka" you yawned

he wore his heart on his sleeve at your comment

bursting into a very vivid and awake grin

"hi princess"

the nicknames signified the start of something new

where things would work

because in your case, love was enough

love made it work

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