#will you confess this in a letter? you must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it

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I am thinking about Guydelot saying things that are super romantic and Sanson being like 😳😳😳

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Aemond Targaryen × Pregnant!Reader

Synopsis: The Blacks invade King's Landing. Aemond and his wife make a daring escape.

Reader is Daemon's daughter. No physical description except for Targaryen features (violet eyes and white hair)

A/N: thank you guys so much for all your support and love for my last fic!! It's so encouraging to know that y'all enjoyed it and I have about 5 other wips waiting in my drafts that I'm super excited to write!

Anyways, back at it again with the ANGST💅

Warnings: Heavy angst, stabbing, attempted murder, mentions of war, blood, gore, pregnancy loss, death

"Come, little dove, we must hurry!" Aemond whispered into the darkness. Y/N waddled around their darkened chambers, her pregnant belly making mobility slightly difficult. Even during this dire time, Aemond took a moment to admire his bride. The pregnancy gave her the most beautiful glow. Excitement glimmered in his chest at the thought of meeting the babe within her. He was hoping for a little girl with her mother's gentle eyes to dote upon. The only source of light were the fires currently burning through King's Landing. The flames cast a romantic yellow hue over her delicate features and made her silvery hair glow.

The Blacks decided to invade whilst the Red Keep slept. They brought their dragons: Caraxes, Tyraxes, Syrax, and Moondancer. All of which were currently wreaking havoc, circling the sky over the dragon pits waiting for their prey. Hundreds of Black bannermen and foot soldiers stormed the city, pillaging and slaughtering anyone they deemed loyal to the Greens.

Just a week prior, Y/N received a raven from her stepmother, Rhaenyra, urging her to leave the city as soon as possible. The letter promised safe passage to Pentos to wait out the destruction until the babe is born. Rhaenyra always held a certain affection for the girl. She willingly and eagerly took the young one under her wing after marrying Daemon.

Y/N notified Aemond of the letter immediately. He spent days planning their escape; which tunnels they would use, where they would dock the rowboat at the end of the tunnel, and which of the little islands would Vhagar wait for them.

Three days prior to tonight, Aemond stashed their luggage on the island they decided on and Vhagar would fly there early the next morn, ideally undetected.

Shouting could be heard through the large oaken door. The Blacks had infiltrated the Keep.

Anxiety clawed it's way into Aemond's chest. For the first time since he was a mere child he felt powerless.

He clutched Y/N's hand tightly, gently kissing her shivering fingers before pulling her towards the passage hidden within their chambers.

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Light was sparse in the bowels of the foreboding Keep, but the violet-eyed pair pressed on.

The clinking of metal armor stopped them in their tracks, nerves on high alert. Y/N felt her heart drop into her stomach and her knees felt wobbly as Aemond tucked her into a small alcove, shielding her body with his. Together, they held their breath and waited for the soldier to pass. Whether he was Green or Black did not matter, the couple did not want to risk finding out.

A brief moment of silence hung heavily in the air before Aemond spoke.

"My love, if we run into trouble promise me you will run. I will hold whoever it is off..."

"Aemond, do not speak like this." Y/N's voice wobbled. "You are frightening me."

"I apologize, my love. I just want you to know I will do whatever I can to protect you. Both of you." Her heart quivered at his confession.

"It will not come to that." She spoke sternly, "I have the dagger you gifted me on my last name day and I intend to use it, husband." Aemond chuckled at his fierce little wife.

"I know you will. Come, let us continue. We are almost to Balerion's skull."

Aemond held Y/N's hand tightly in his, leading her deeper and deeper through the winding halls.

Aemond swallowed thickly as he thought of his mother, sister, and brother. He prayed for their safety before they made their escape. Surely, at least Heleana would be spared because of her innocence in this mess and his mother because of her past closeness with Rhaenyra. He knew Aegon would meet the Stanger quickly once the Blacks seized him. His drunken brother was still that, his brother and the thought made his violet eye burn with unshed tears.

Aemond's choice to choose his wife and child over his family did not come lightly to him. This is a thought that he had agonized over ever since Y/N received the raven.

Massive stonework created ominous shadows and ancient wood creaked. The Keep itself seemed to be alive that night.

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Alas! Y/N spotted the mouth of the tunnel in the distance. Excitement made her fingers tingle as she sped up her steps.

Closer and closer they came to the end, the blackened sea coming into view along with the trusty little rowboat. Y/N could smell the briny spray from her location in the tunnel.

Freedom was within their grasp! Seeing the rowboat 'neath the moonlight spurred them on. Just a few more-

"Escaping into the night with your treasonous husband, daughter?"

Y/N felt her blood freeze.

Daemon stepped out from the shadows, along with him his bloodthirsty hounds he calls the Queensguard, surrounding the couple.

"Father, please. Let us pass. We have no fight with you." Daemon chuckled, but the humor did not reach his cold eyes. Aemond gripped his sword beneath his cloak, praying Y/N would heed his words for once. 'Run! You must run now, you insolent little girl!' He thought.

"Rhaenyra promised us safe passage. Please."

"Who's idea do you think that was, my dear?"

Y/N could nearly feel her soul shudder at the betrayal. This was intended. It was a test to see if Y/N would abuse the Queen's mercy by smuggling her husband out as well. And she fell for it so easily. Such pretty words on parchment had swayed her tender heart, filling her with hope. Hope that was so easily stifled with a penetrating stare from her father.

Aemond unsheathed his sword, immediately swinging at an unsuspecting guard, killing him.

"No! Wait!" Y/N begged her husband. Drawing blood would allow them no mercy from Daemon.

'Use this distraction run!' Aemond thought, frustrated.

She unsheathed her own dagger and moved so her back was against her husband's, giving the two full view of the guards circled around them.

"You've opened your legs for my cunt of a nephew and now his spawn resides within you. You will get no mercy from me daughter."

"Father, you pushed for this marriage! Do not forget you wanted to forge an alliance with them!" Y/N shouted, "you are solely responsible for this."

"A decision I regret deeply, Y/N. It is clear whose side you chose and you are no daughter of mine. Sieze them."

The clash of swords rang out behind her and she heard Aemond's grunts of exertion. She swiped at the neck of the guard in front of her and hot sticky blood sprayed on her face.

Aemond's scream in pain stilled her heart. She turned and saw him kneeling, the back of his calf split open, tendons and muscle severed. Still, he swung his sword in vain.

The brief distraction allowed two guards to roughly seize her arms, their bruising grip forcing a yelp from her lips.

Three men wrangled Aemond's arms behind them, he still snarled and squirmed in their grip.

Aemond's eye met Y/N's tortured gaze. A stone sunk in her stomach when she fully realized the gravity of their position.

"You will pay for betraying your Queen, but who will I take first? My traitor daughter and the Green bastard inside her or my nephew, the Kinslayer?" Daemon's tone had a sickening teasing lilt to it, as if he was entertaining a child.

"Well the decision is easy." Daemon stalked over to his prey, dagger drawn and glinting eerily in the moonlight.

"Father, wait, please, don't do this, WAIT! NO WA-" the air was forced from Y/N's lungs as the blade plunged into her gut. And again. And again. And again.

Aemond let out an anguished cry that shook the granite walls behind them. Tears of rage and grief poured out of his eyes, a haunting sight as the sapphire glimmered within his socket.

Y/N could not take a breath as she felt the white hot pain erupt over her swollen abdomen.

The guards released her and she fell limply to the ground.

Then Daemon turned to Aemond, who was choking on his tears and sobs.

"Kill him. When you are done, meet me in the Keep."

A Queensguard brandished a blade in front of Aemond and proceeded to bury to it multiple times in his guts.

Aemond was dropped to the ground as he gasped for breath, the Queensguard retreating into the tunnel.

Aemond crawled to his wife, each drag of his body agony as the rough shoreline tormented his wounds.

He grasped her hand. Shock jolted him as he realized she was alive, but only just.

Together, they propped themselves against the large boulder behind them. Aemond wrapped his arm around his little wife. A sweet and gently embrace that would ease their passage to the Stanger.

"It hurts, Aemond" Y/N whimpered.

"I know, my love." It was all Aemond could say. He failed her. He failed his duty as a husband and a father.

Together they shivered as the life continued to drip from them slowly.

Aemond thought back to their wedding, a day he longed to return to at this hour. If he closed his eye tightly and prayed hard enough, perhaps he would find himself standing in front of her, her eyes shining with love and a small cut adorning her luscious lower lip. Intermingling of their blood gave birth to their marriage. It was fitting that it would see the end of it, too.

"We were so close. We were nearly free." Aemond whispered. Y/N's gasping breaths, while not terribly loud, echoed in his ears. He knew she was not long for this earthly realm.

He held her tightly until he felt her head gently lay on his shoulder. He let out a shuddering breath and he knew.

His throat burned as he spoke, "come, my love, this is no place to die."

With a final surge of energy he stood, shakily. The gash across his calf rendered his left leg useless. Still, he stumbled and groaned through each step. He brought her to the rowboat and gently set her down in it, bundling up his cloak so her head could lay comfortably, his beautiful wife. He gently stroked her now-cold cheeks, chilled by the Stranger's kiss.

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Each stroke of the oar set fire to Aemond's stomach, the grave wounds stretching uncomfortably as he rowed.

"VHAGAR" he shouted into the void. He called for her, again and again. He begged for his dragon until his throat was scratchy and raw.

The sound of powerful wings flapping could be heard in the distance.

The great she-dragon hovered over the boat as Aemond nestled himself next to his bride. The surge had dampened immensely. His tired eye gazed up at his beast.

"Vha...Vhagar" his spirit was dwindling as his eye fluttered heavily.

"Dracarys." It was all he could muster before slipping into the darkness to join his wife again, his little dove.

A pillar of flame reduced the boat to nothing, the ashes swirling togerther in their black watery grave.

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Criminal Minds Masterlist

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Spencer Reid. Series

-Dark Obsessions: Agent Yn Yln joins the BAU with a tragic past. When a case involving missing children arises, she becomes obsessed with finding the killer, but her mental health deteriorates as a result. She finds solace in her growing relationship with Dr. Spencer Reid, but their feelings for each other become complicated. As the investigation intensifies, she must confront her personal demons and navigate the complexities of her relationships to catch the killer and find closure for herself and the families of the victims. (complete)

-The Secret Admirer: You receive anonymous love letters and gifts, and Spencer helps you figure out who the secret admirer is. As you work together, you both begin to realize that you have feelings for each other. But when the admirer's obsession turns dangerous, you must work together to catch them and protect each other. (on going)

One shots

-The Christmas Miracle: You and Spencer are stranded in a small town on Christmas Eve due to a snowstorm. As you both work to find a way back home, you also help the town with their Christmas celebrations. Along the way, you both begin to realize that what you really want for Christmas is each other.

-Between the Pages: Your library is selected to host a book club that Spencer attends. As you discuss classic works of literature and debate their meanings and themes, Spencer and you find yourselves drawn to each other's intellectual curiosity and passion for learning.

-Lost in the Music: You are attending a music festival where Spencer is working on a case, and you meet when you accidentally bumps into him. You hit it off immediately and spend the weekend together, but when the festival ends and it's time for you to leave, you realize you may never see each other again.

-Misunderstanding: Your playful flirting with Derek is all in good fun, but Spencer misunderstands the situation and becomes jealous. You are oblivious to Spencer's feelings and continues to flirt with Derek, leading to a misunderstanding that threatens to damage your relationship.

-Betrayal: Spencer finally decides to confess his feelings to you, but just as he's about to do so, he overhears you and Derek making plans for a date. Feeling betrayed, Spencer distances himself from you, who is confused by his sudden coldness. You must figure out what's going on and confront Spencer about his feelings.

-Opposites Attract: You (Hotch's daughter) and Spencer come from very different backgrounds and have different personalities. Despite your differences, you find yourselves drawn to each other, and you relationship develops over time.

-Secret Relationship: Spencer and you start dating in secret, not wanting to upset Morgan or the rest of the team. However, your secret relationship becomes harder to keep as you feelings grow stronger. They must decide whether or not to come clean to Morgan and the team and face the consequences of your actions.

-The Wall Between Us: You and Spencer see each other again after days avoiding each other at the writing club

-A bond beyond romance: When you meet Spencer's mother, Diana, in the hospital, you don’t expect to form a close friendship with her.

-Unwinding at the Bar: You decide to tease Spencer call him "husband" leading to something interesting

-Love in the Line of Danger: You and Spencer decide to put your security first

-Lost and Found: Your and Spencer’s son goes missing

-An Handkerchief of Kindness: Your rival, Spencer Reid, comfort you when he sees you cry

-Unexpected Chemistry: You, a new member join the BAU team and learn about Spencer Reid's germophobia, especially his theory about kissing being less germ contagious

-I Regret Nothing: you and Spencer are taken hostage and you decide to finally confess to him

-Silent Whispers: After your painful break up with Spencer, you finally return to the BAU.

-At the End of the Day: Spencer Reid has always been your best friend, supporting each other through relationships and life's ups and downs. But as he prepares to leave for a job at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, he realizes he has feelings for you.

-Unveiled Affections: Spencer decides to speak up about your unhappy relationship

Aaron Hotchner

Series

-The Single Parent: You are a single parent to a young child and Aaron is your new neighbor. As you both get to know each other, you realize that you have feelings for each other. But when your child is kidnapped by a vengeful criminal, you must work together to bring them home and protect your family. (coming soon)

One shots

-The Witness Protection Program: You are a witness to a high-profile case and are placed in the Witness Protection Program. Aaron is assigned to be your handler and as you both work to keep you safe, you grow closer.

-Blurred Lines: One night, the reader gets drunk and starts speaking negatively about her boss, Aaron Hotchner. Surprisingly, Hotchner takes responsibility for the reader's actions and helps her through the night. After the incident, the reader discovers that Hotchner has become possessive and somewhat jealous of her interactions with some of her male co-workers, particularly with Derek, with whom she shares mutual flirting.

-Jealousy: When a new team member joins the BAU, they start to show interest in Aaron. This makes you jealous and causes you to question whether you truly has a chance with him. Hotch must reassure you of his feelings and prove that he only has eyes for you.

-Unspoken Tension: Two colleagues on the BAU team, You and Aaron, have developed a strong bond, but neither of them had made a move. During a case, Aaron finally admits that he has been waiting for this moment.

-The Spark: You and Aaron, who initially had a tense rivalry, find yourselves entangled in a secret relationship after a moment of passion at work.

-In the Shadow of a Famous Sibling: You meet Aaron at your wedding rehearsal

Derek Morgan

Series

-The Childhood Crush: You and Derek grew up together and you had a crush on him since you were kids. When you both end up working for the BAU, you are reunited and old feelings start to resurface. But as you try to navigate your relationship, you must also solve a case involving a serial killer who seems to be targeting people from your hometown. (coming soon)

One shots

-The Accidental Proposal: You and Derek are working on a case when you accidentally propose to him during an undercover mission.

-The Tension Between Us: You and Derek have always had a bit of a love-hate relationship. He teases you, and you try to ignore him, but there's always been a spark between you. As you work on a particularly intense case together, the tension between you reaches a boiling point, and you find yourselves unable to resist each other any longer.

-Beneath the Surface: You and Derek Morgan were constantly at each other's throats, arguing and teasing each other nonstop. But one day, everything changed when Derek kissed you in the break room, and you both felt a spark of something more.

-Mistletoe Magic: you and derek find yourselves under the mistletoe

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can we get headcanons on how cardinal copia would react to getting a long confessional love letter from his crush?

I love this request so much aaaaaaaa I saw someone else do a request like this so I wanted to leave it for a few days so it wouldn't seem like I was copying anyone and hopefully not be compared to them. Funny story, this one time I did a request that was similar to one someone else was done and I got hate in my inbox suggesting I was copying them lmaoooo anyway here's wonderwall

I think it's obvious that he's shocked about this

He has to read the letter a few times because he thinks he's dreaming or the letter is fake. Perhaps a cruel joke being played on him

However, the words and the emotions they stir within him just can't be fake in his mind

There's so much genuine emotion and love in everything you say in your confession that he's moved by the letter and everything you say about him

It's during this letter that he realises you've both been pining after each other for what must be over a year at this point

And he kicks himself

Because had Copia known his love was reciprocated he would have acted on his feelings far sooner and confessed to you himself

He's not sure what to do at first, however

He doesn't know if he should seek you out immediately and kiss you and lay out all of his emotions for you, or if he should write a letter in response

Copia eventually decides to write a letter in response, detailing his deep, unending, unconditional love for you

It's just as long as yours - a good 7 sides of lined paper - and more than once he had to start it over

When he's finally happy with it and gathers up the courage, he has Aether deliver it to you personally with the Cardinal's seal stamped on the back so that you know it's really him

He finds waiting for your response to be torturous

He's a patient man usually, but his anxiety and nerves make him impatient

Then it finally happens

He receives a knock at his office door a couple of days after he had Aether deliver his own confession and it's you

And oh Satanas you are a vision to behold

Dressed in your sibling of sin uniform customised to be lined with his favourite colour, the sunlight filtering through the stained glass of his window to bathe you in vibrant colours that somehow make you even more breathtaking

And are those flowers? For him?!

The smile on your face is positively radiant

Copia can't help but rush over and kiss you

Your first kiss isn't perfect like in the movies or romance novels, but it doesn't need to be

It's real and it's chapped lips and his inexperienced tongue pushing into your mouth because Terzo has always boasted about how his lovers like that so surely you'd like that too, right?

Copia shakes a little because even with you here and kissing him back and knowing you both love one another he's still scared that you're going to turn around and say that you don't feel the same way about him as he does about you

You both end up blurting out your confessions again and giggling

And Copia promises to take you out on the most amazing, spectacular first date possible

It'll take you reassuring him that you don't need grand gestures and displays of his influence to win you over, because he's already got you as long as he'll have you

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My Crown Upon Your Head (Ch. 2)

Prince!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: When an arranged engagement between Prince James of Brookland and Princess Natasha ushers the discovery of the existence of a marriage contract between you and said prince, you readily agree to a divorce for the sake of the kingdom. At first, you had been willing to be separated from Prince James but as you spend more time with your husband, you begin to feel things that are forbidden. It does not help your case when James shares the same sentiments. As you combat the emotions that excite and scare you, the discoveries you make of the people that surround you make you suspect there is something else at play...

WC: 4.9K

Warnings: period-typical misogyny, 18+ for delicate issues, mentions of war, Sam and Bucky are slightly out of character but let's just say it's for the sake of the fic, more of exposition in this one, large chunks of paragraphs, badly translated language

A/N: I will officially OPEN a TAGLIST! I cannot keep a fixed schedule for updating MCUYH so anyone who wants to be included, just comment down on the fic or maybe send me a message (my ask box is being annoying so it's useless atm). Please enjoy!

It was an unusual request that you asked for lemons and lavenders with your writing materials but they delivered. You merely said that they were for you to bite on but truly, the lemons were for writing a message that only your father could decipher. What was once a simple trick your father had taught you during your travels was now your only means of communicating with him without the rest of the palace knowing. You had only used it for important missives and what else could be more important than for your father to know that you had been married to the prince and that you were to be kept to the palace indefinitely.

You wrote carefully, telling him to keep the information to himself. You had no ambitions of being a princess and the irony of you being one—or being deemed ambitious by the Grand Duke—was not lost on you. You kept your secret message short and concise, and you also told him no promises of future missives lest you be found out. Once you were finished with the lemon ink, you let it dry and took to writing the obvious message with ink. You scribbled, in between the lines written in lemon juice, your request for your trunks, writing implements, and the many books you were supposed to be reading. The visible letter was short and direct and you sealed it with wax and a sprig of lavender—your unofficial insignia—so your father would immediately know that the message was from you.

When you have sent your letter, you met with the Head Housekeeper. She assigned to you a personal lady’s maid and had two girls prepare a bath for you and another to bring you an appropriate change of clothing. The Duke of Queensfield is bound to arrive by nightfall and the King will not want his guest to appear unprepared, she had said as she looked at you sternly. You cannot find fault in that; you still smelled like the salt of the sea and you did not want to further scandalize people with your unusual choice of clothing.

“What shall I call you, miss?” asked the maid—Wanda, she replied when you asked of her name—as she scrubbed your shoulders with warm water and simple soap. You had told her that you were fine with bathing yourself but the surprise on her face made you realize that you had made a terrible faux pas. Of course, guests of the king were expected to be waited on hand and foot.

“Y/N, please,” you replied. “I am all but noble so please do not burden yourself with titles to call me. If you are uncomfortable with calling me by my name, you can continue calling me ‘miss.’”

“I must confess, miss, I am inexperienced as a lady’s maid. I had only been an apprentice mere months before the queen passed.” Wanda told you humbly.

“I do not have my own personal lady’s maid.” You told her in confidence. “All that you do is of great help to me already.”

Wanda’s eyes were owlish on her face when she turned to you in surprise. She was a beautiful little thing despite the frailness and pointedness of her features. Her hair, an enviable shade of titian, was pulled severely in a bun on her nape and gave her a look that was beyond her years. The softness of her accented voice, however, betrayed the maturity of her features—she could not be any older than twenty.

You smiled gently at her. “I am unbearably common, Wanda.”

“It is rare for the king to house a common guest, miss, if you do not mind me saying.”

“I find my situation quite uncommon for a commoner like me.” You let her wash off the lather. “Your accent. It is familiar but I cannot place it.”

She paused in her ministrations, looking at you once more with her green eyes, before returning to her task. “I was from Sokovia,” she said simply.

Was. Such a simple word but it conveyed a thousand griefs. You knew of Sokovia, of the disaster that had been wrought by powerful countries at war. Sokovia was not at fault for existing in between two quarrelling nations. It was unfortunate to have been in the middle of it all. It had been all too sudden; the call for war happened unexpectedly that they had not amassed an army in time to defend themselves. It was the decimation of its capital city of Novi Grad that had put an end to the existence of such small but promising land.

“Forgive me.” You touched Wanda’s hand, squeezing it gently to convey your sympathies. “I would not have asked if I had known.”

“It is of little consequences now. My home is now here, in Brookland. To work for the kingdom is an honor, miss.”

You smiled gently. “Our monarchs are kind and just.”

“Yes. Most especially the queen, may her soul rest.” She hummed a regret-filled sound. “When she died, the whole kingdom was devastated. Since then, the king had been in poor health. He is worried for the kingdom’s future should he soon follow his wife.”

You let her dry you and bring your chemise before you pressed on with more of your questions.

“Is the prince incapable of ruling?” you asked as you adjusted the cotton garment against your body.

You had known princes were schooled into being future monarchs since their infancy. Perhaps Prince James was otherwise engaged in other matters, especially in that of being a soldier.

Wanda laced your stays as she replied.

“Prince James is very capable, miss. However, the king has stipulated that the kingdom be ruled by a king and a queen. He has to marry before he ascends the throne.” She passed you a modesty petticoat and, once worn, fastened a heavy hoop skirt around your waist.

Of course. It was the very reason you were called for, after all. Your presence had been a great hindrance to the future of the kingdom. With you still legally wed to the prince, he would not be able to marry the Grand Duke’s niece.

“Does he have a bride he wishes to wed?” you asked, bobbing as she brought another two more petticoats and the outer skirt overhead. “Are your privy to that information?”

Any woman, noble or not, would be curious about the future queen of the kingdom. Even one married to said prince.

“The Grand Duke’s niece, miss. It is said she is a Princess from Russia.”

A princess. It was now truly understandable why the Grand Duke was irate with you. Who else was a better match for the prince than a princess?

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you remembered James’s intense gaze. He had looked over at you appreciatively even in your disheveled state, and you had reacted in a way that had only been shown in Shakespeare’s comedies. There was a flutter of excitement that coursed through you at the sight of his appraising eyes—heady, potent, foreign; it made you feel silly. You knew you were flustered when you had looked at him, felt the heat rise and color your cheeks, and you made an utter fool of yourself by giving an ungraceful curtsy. You were often calm and collected in the face of royalty, always poised and proper, and in that moment, you stumbled. All because of your husband.

Oh, dear.  

You needed to stop calling him thus, even in your thoughts. The king would have you punished if he ever caught you referring to the prince as your husband.

Wanda rearranged the many petticoats under your skirt before running a flat palm down to keep it in place. She took a similarly colored bodice and fastened its buttons at your back. You faced the mirror and stifled a gasp when you saw your reflection. The dress was a confection of delicate lace and beautiful pink silk taffeta. The bodice was left bare, save for the intricately made neckline. Seed pearls and violet-hued gemstones were sewn with gold thread in elegant, floral motifs across your chest. Lace as delicate as a spider’s web cascaded just beneath it, fluttering at the slightest touch of the wind. Short, puffed sleeves of the same pink taffeta and cream-colored lace were gathered with a delicate pink bow on your arm. The layers of flounce that encircled the skirt may have dated the dress to the fashion of the yesteryears but it did not diminish the inherent beauty. It was simple yet opulent; it was a testament of Brookland’s quiet riches. And it fit perfectly as though it was made for you.

“Oh, how beautiful,” you gushed. It was a dress fit for a royal. “But I feel I am not fit to wear it. Such a dress would be missed by its owner. I am perfectly fine to receive a simple frock.”

“The late queen did not have much simple dresses, miss,” Wanda remarked as she bent down to fasten your shoes.

“I beg your pardon?” You must have misheard. Surely, the palace would not have lent you a gown from the late queen’s personal closets. “You mean to tell me this belonged to Queen Winnifred?”

“Yes, miss. Our Sunday’s bests are not fit to be worn to a receiving of the Duke of Queensfield, and the Head Housekeeper’s dresses would not have fit you properly without being taken in. This dress seemed the most fitting to present to you.” Your maid replied innocently.

Of course. If only your trunks had arrived during your bath, you would have a choice of dress albeit not as elegant as the one you were in. It is only a matter of clothing, Y/N. Princess Shuri had even lent her ceremonial robes to me when I needed them, you thought to yourself. Yes. There was no need for you to worry overmuch with your appearance. In the meantime, you would relish the feel of wearing Brookland’s fineries on your body.

“The Grand Duke, he is not a Brook,” you said when you sat before your vanity.

Wanda had insisted to style your hair and you agreed, knowing a simple plait would not be appropriate for meeting the prince’s cousin.

“No, miss. He was a part of the Sokovian nobility.” Wanda replied as she combed and pinned your hair.

“I see. Was he the highest ranking official who had been exiled here?”

“I do not think so. Although, he had been the only one who wished to serve the king.”

It was no wonder why his niece had been chosen as the prince’s bride. If the saying was true—that the Sokovians were unfailingly loyal—then the king could not have chosen a better future queen for the kingdom. It was another reason why you must divorce the prince as soon as you can.

You dismissed Wanda when she had finished with your hair but not before thanking her for her help. You strode out of your room with a new sense of purpose. Any book on the politics of the kingdom would be a great help to you and to this predicament you put yourself in. The palace library would have housed these scholarly books you needed.

You had a vague memory of where the library was, supposing it hadn’t been moved in the last twenty years since you had been here. You recalled it being situated near the gardens on the east of the grand staircase, with ornate double doors of gold gilding. Portraits of the current royal family and ones of the prince should be hung on either side of its entryway. You went down the grand staircase and headed right, smiling politely at the stunned footmen who hastily opened the doors to the library for you.

The scent of wood and books assaulted your nose before you saw the richly decorated library. Dark oak shelves were teeming with books of all shapes and sizes and it reached up to the grandly decorated ceilings. There were murals of heavenly bodies painted on the dome, of vibrantly colored scenarios that told of religious histories and Brookland’s myths and legends, and each panel was artfully done as the next one. Arched windows with views of the palace gardens gave ample lighting to the otherwise dark room. In the middle of it all lay two opulently carved long tables; each bearing candles, sheafs of paper, and writing materials. A mezzanine wrapped around the room; the shelves on it housing even more volumes. At the opposite side, a cavernous marble fireplace blazed generously.

On any other time, you would have perused every title of the books held within but for now, you settled for any book on Brookland’s laws and constitution. You walked over to the section of the library where you assumed housed those books and, pulling out one on the subject of constitution, settled by a window as you started to read.

You were not educated much in Brookland’s laws but you knew that the volume you were reading had been outdated, evidenced by a passage saying that land disputes must be settled with blood through fisticuffs to the death. It was barbaric and antiquated and it made you go to the mezzanine to find another book that may have held the answers you were looking for.

A tome on matters regarding matrimony caught your eye and you pulled it out. It was dated to the last century but still, it was recent enough for you to study. You opened it to the contents table and scanned its pages as you slowly came down the spiral steps.

“Mein Gott!”

A rustle of papers made you look up and to the eyes of Grand Duke Zemo. He stared at you in alarm, his skin turning a deathly pale that you had not realized was possible for someone of his complexion. His mouth was hung open in shock and his hands trembled as the papers wafted from them.

You quickly executed a curtsy to the surprised man. “Your Grace.”

“Wie konntest du hier sein? Du bist tot!”

His eyes were wide and unseeing; his gaze passed right through you.

“Are you all right, Grand Duke?” You asked worriedly.

You stood there, unmoving; afraid that suddenly doing so would spook the already-terrified man. It had been some time before a noise disturbed the eerie silence of the library. The loud cracking of the fireplace from behind you effectively shook him from his stupor.

He blinked in rapid succession, the glazed look in his eyes vanishing as he saw you. Color returned to his cheeks until they were tinted an angry shade of red. “I thought I had seen Queen Winnifred.” He whispered harshly.

“Forgive me.” You said, although you did not know why. It only seemed to be the appropriate response at the moment. You flattened a hand down the front of your dress. “My trunks had not arrived and the Head Housekeeper had offered for me to wear Her Majesty’s dress.”

He stared openly at you, his sharp eyes roaming about your figure. Gooseflesh prickled at the trail his eyes left on your skin. He finally turned away to pick at his fallen items and you stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to dismiss you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked instead as he placed his items on the table.

“I was hoping to find something to read, Your Grace.” you replied, watching as he lit a candle. “There was a book on the constitution of Brookland—”

He raised a disbelieving brow as he glanced at you. “First, you marry the prince and now, you wish to learn more about the laws of the land?”

His question oozed incredulity and judgement.

“What shall be next? You will turn us out of the palace?” He scoffed. “Do not fancy yourself helping us out of this problem. You have made one mistake already, girl. God knows you would be creating another one for me to solve.”

You kept silent. It was unjust of him to think of you so, especially when you and he were towards the same goal. You did not want to remain married to the prince for long—heaven knows you were not brought up for such a task—but Grand Duke Zemo did not have to be nasty in his refusal of your help.

“Find some light reading,” he said. “Girls like you cannot comprehend the legislations of the land. There is a book on flowers that I find befits someone of your stature.”

You gave a polite but strained smile. A string of explanations sat at the tip of your tongue but you withheld it. It was futile to argue with the man, much more when he yielded power over you.

“Thank you, Grand Duke.” You replied shortly. “If you could point me to the direction of those books, I would be happy to take one.”

“Such impudence,” he murmured before grudgingly pointing at one corner of the room.

Taking the heavy tome, you replaced it before heading towards the section of the botany books. There was an array of them, all of botany but of different subjects. You also saw the different languages of the books, more artfully designed than the others. The foreign books appeared untouched, the gold foil of the titles still complete and glinting in the sun.

There was a section of German books and you plucked one out of the many unblemished volumes. You also took two sheets of paper and a pencil from the table when you descended.

“I shall bid you good day, Your Grace.” You curtsied in his general direction. He waved his hand at you dismissively and it cued you to leave the awful man alone.

In the very least, you knew where the library was located. The book about the laws of the land would have to wait. This book on botany, however it came to your possession, looked interesting. You were conversant in many a language, reading this German book would not pose a problem. It would keep you occupied while you waited for your trunks to arrive.

…

…

…

From his window, James watched as you emerged to the garden.

If he were honest with himself, he would say he was disappointed that you weren’t wearing your breeches and shirt anymore and that he could not admire your shapely figure but with the dress you had now donned, there was no mistaking the contours of your body. He had not had this visceral reaction to the Princess Natasha’s portrait, but then again, he had not seen her in the flesh. You, however, he had seen and admired. There was no mistaking what a great beauty you were and he would be blind to deny such visible truth to himself.

He could not find it in him to be angry with you. It was a peculiar situation you both had gotten into, the innocent intentions and legally binding contracts. His memory of you had rang clear in his head by the time he finished speaking with his father; he remembered your hope for a friendship with him, your eagerness in trying to copy your father’s way of sealing such relationships, and the way you were excited when you both had—unintentionally—sealed each other’s fate. It was simply laughable and not worth getting furious over, unlike his father and the Grand Duke Zemo.

With a renewed sense of vigor, James headed towards the garden. The ledgers had become awfully boring and the numbers had started to swim before his eyes. He had not even touched the missives that had piled on his desk lest he misunderstand important matters. This is a much needed reprieve, he convinced himself. I will do better once I have taken a stroll in the gardens.

He was determined to get to know you, that much was true. Even if you were not to remain married for long, he was eager to learn more about you. King George had said that you had traveled to different kingdoms and territories with your diplomat father and had lived in those places for nearly all your life. You were foreign as much as you were a Brook; that in itself was fascinating to him. Among other things, that is.

“Your Royal Highness, I suppose the reason for your rushing is so we can train,” came an amused, sarcastic voice behind him.

James stopped and turned towards its source. Samuel Wilson, the Captain of the Royal Guards, walked towards the prince with an air of equal parts amusement and frustration.  

“Whyever would you think otherwise?” James asked, a brow quirked at the obvious jape.

“You have been avoiding all my attempts at getting you to train.” remarked Sam. “Is it so hard to pick up your sword again? You had not been the same since the battle in Sokovia. A little movement should take away the laziness in you.”

“I had not been evading you and I am not lazy. I have had other important matters to attend to.” The prince exited the building with Captain Wilson trailing behind him. “And besides, don’t you tire of losing to me?”

Where were you? James thought as he scanned for you in the gardens. You could not have moved so quickly in the short time he went down to find you.

“I have never lost to you. I was simply bolstering your already inflated ego. And if you’re looking for the mysterious miss, she’s due west.” Sam said.

“I am not looking for her,” James replied hastily, much to his chagrin.

“Of course,” Sam said in a false grave tone. There was an unmistakable knowing grin in his words.

“I am not,” insisted James but approached you anyway.

He did not want to disturb your peace. You were poring over a book on the table while your hands were busy over a piece of paper. Scribbling, perhaps? he thought to himself as he watched you.

“I shall go and introduce myself.” Sam told him as he strode on ahead.

James followed behind him, taking on an impassive air so he did not seem overeager as he approached you. It had been a while since he last felt this way about a woman. It had been with Dolores—Dottie, as how he came to know her. She was an interesting character; ambitious for a mere daughter of a seamstress but wise beyond her years. A pity it was that he could not continue his friendship with her; the call for war drove the two of them apart. As he fought, she had gotten married. James was rightly heartbroken but he knew it would not have stood against his father. Princes married with royals, as was the custom.

“Sam Wilson, Captain of the Royal Guards, at your service.” Sam said as he bowed before you.

Against the backdrop of the high summer sun and the palace garden blooms, you appeared resplendent.

“Good day, Captain Wilson.” You smiled gently. You turned to James and curtsied. “Your Royal Highness.”

The wind tousled at your carefully coifed hair. Lemon and lavender, he thought as he caught a whiff of your scent.

James cleared his throat, which had become uncommonly tight. “Sam, this is Miss Y/N. She is my father’s guest.”

“Miss Y/N,” Sam repeated. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss atop it.

“I’ve heard stories of your triumphs in the war.” You told Sam, a polite smile gracing your face. “It must be quite a task to be commanding so many soldiers in the battlefield.”

“It is no simple feat. Prince James wishes he could command the army as I have,” Sam said with a sly grin.

James rolled his eyes. Disparity of their classes aside, Sam often jested with the prince and vice versa. But even if he and the captain were close friends, he had not told the captain as to why you were present in the palace. He knew it would do more harm than good to tell him of your relationship with each other. His father had been adamant that he divorce the two of you quietly so he could push through with James’s wedding to the Princess Natasha.

“I do not wish to command them, Sam. I do.” James said as he puffed his chest out with pride.

You snickered, then promptly apologized when both men turned to you with equally surprised looks.

“Oh, do forgive me. I do not recall ever seeing such a display of bravado since a proud young panther pounced at the older, more worldly one for a piece of food in Wakanda.” You rambled, a rosy tint rising on your cheeks.

At that, James laughed.

Any person would have cowered at the sight of the prince and the captain of the Royal Guards but not you. You were natural and you spoke your mind with such ease that it made him admire, as well as envy, you. There was no pretense or false modesty about you and it was refreshing for him to see that you weren’t one to fall at his feet and wax poetic about his title or his dashing good looks.

“And who won?” Sam asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.  

“One panther or another. I did not stay long enough.” You told him, adopting a serious mien. “Otherwise, I would have been their next meal.”

James smiled deeply. Your wit was sharp. It was a rarity these days. Most often, he was faced with a bumbling fool or a stammering twit.

You were also a proficient artist, he remarked, as he took in the array of papers on the table. You were sketching the flower that was on your book, halfway done by the looks of it. And intelligent as well, he silently mused as he saw the language of the book. He knew not many other people who had studied German; it was arduous language and was commonly taught to the children of noblemen and royalty. Most certainly it was not taught to the common folk.  

Every little thing he uncovered about you made him all the more curious.

“You study plants?” James asked as he motioned to your sketch. And a remarkable one at that, he thought approvingly.

You cast a furtive grimace at its direction. “Oh, no. The Grand Duke suggested that I read a book on flowers because it befits me instead of taking the book I was intending to read.”

He raised a brow at that. Zemo may appear hawkish but the man was as meek as a church mouse. “And what was it that you wanted to read?”

When you caught a rosy lip between your teeth as you hesitated, it was a surprise that he did not catch on fire on the spot at the heat that coursed through him.

“I was reading about the constitution and the laws of the land, Your Royal Highness.” you said after a moment’s hesitation.

“Whatever for?” Sam asked.  “If you do not mind my asking.”

James had momentarily forgotten his friend was present.

You turned your attentions to the Captain, hesitance still marring your face. “My… friend desires to learn of the grounds of separation. She is convinced she isn’t a fit match for her husband.”

“If I may inquire, why is the lady convinced she is not suit for her husband?”

“For one, her husband is so above her in stature. It is an unusual marriage, if I dare say so, Captain.” Your eyes met James’s as you went on. “They had unmistakably signed a marriage contract and had been bound since.”

There was uncertainty in your eyes as you looked at him. In anticipation for my reaction? James wondered. Your offense was great in King George’s eyes but to him, it was comical. Absurd and laughable. If Sir William Shakespeare were alive and present, he would have another comedy in his hands.

But it was a matter between you and him. Sam need not hear nor know of it.

“Yes, highly unusual.” Sam remarked. “But no matter. Should you wish to return to the library, I am certain His Royal Highness would be of great help to you.”

The prince nodded, hiding his surprise at being mentioned by his friend. “Yes, of course.” He leaned in towards you, a secret smile on his face. “Although, I must warn you, the language the laws were written in are not in German. Most are in Latin.”

You smiled and a dimple sank into your cheek. “It is no matter. So long as all of them are not wholly in Latin, then I think I shall understand it.”

James found himself mesmerized; his eyes trained on your lips for longer than what was allowed. They were petal-like, soft, and fresh.

“I’m afraid I must excuse myself.” Sam said suddenly. “I do not think Prince James would be coming with me to practice his swordplay so I shall leave him in your hands.”

“Oh.” You said, surprised, and turned to the Captain. “I’ve no intention of stealing him from his training, Captain.”

“And I believe he has no intention of coming to it.” Sam said wryly. He took your hand and bowed over it. “It was a pleasure to have met you, Miss Y/N.”

You smiled. “The pleasure is all mine, Captain Wilson.”

As Sam vanished behind the doors, James turned to you.

“Shall we take a turn about the gardens, Miss Y/N?”

[bluskye-27]

Hi Skye!! How are you feeling today??

I wanted to ask if you could please do some headcanons with Sabo, Zoro and Marco (and why not whoever you like most if you want 😉) on how they would confess their feelings for a f!reader who is a little shy and doesn’t believe them at first because “it’s too good to be true”, but has the same romantic feelings for them.

Thank you so much for reading and have a great week!!!!

Sabo, Zoro, Marco & Ace confessing to Fem! S/O

Summary: They like you A LOT. Why can't you just believe them?

Sabo the Revolutionary:

- Sabo's a calculative man so he'll do his calculations first before confessing to you.

- He knows you're a shy person so he'll do it privately

- Man's have the most beautiful handwriting in the New World and Grandline, no joke

- Must be because of his stupid noble genes...

- Anyway-

- Sabo will definitely take advantage of his beautiful penmanship and write you a cheesy af letter

- "L(ove you)

O(nly you)

V(ery, very much)

E(veryday)

U(ntil the end of time)"

- I got this from Google btw, don't know who's the author tho (I added the U because I felt like it)

- Once you got his letter, you almost fainted in shock and embarrassment. Thankfully Koala was there to catch you :3

- You went to Sabo to confirm his confession and he did, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead when you arrived at his office

- And you successfully fainted this time :D

- Gosh, you lucky bastard (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)<3

Roronoa Zoro:

- Zoro is a very straightforward person and he'll definitely do it on the most random time ever

- You and your crew would probably be fighting some enemy pirates.

- You didn't notice someone sneaking up to you and when you did, Zoro already beaten them up.

- Mossy would look at you worriedly before accidentally blurting out his feelings

- Must definitely be the adrenaline XD

- "I like you."

- OMG! Girl, you'll definitely be stunned for the next few minutes, not believing what he had just said. You would gape at him like, "Bish, wut?"

- Zoro will smirk at you smugly until he gets kicked on the head by Sanji for "distracting you with his mossiness" or something XD

- Later after the battle, he'll pull you to somewhere and tells you that his feelings were real

- Let's just say Zoro kissed you to make you believe him ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Marco the Phoenix:

- You were one of Marco's division members on this scenario bestie

- Probably one of the doctors too

- Since you were pretty shy and oblivious towards his flirty advances, Marco knew you're pretty serious whenever someone got hurt

- So he pretended to be hurt

- Yep, you heard me right

- Birb here would feign a fever when it's just the two of you in the infirmary

- As a caring person in general, you immediately told him to lay down on a cot to treat him

- When you fawn over him, he'll immediately blurt out a stupid medical pickup line with a serious face

- "I don't want an apple a day because I don't you to go away." And then he smirk

- With that, your face turned so red that it looks like you have a fever XD

- You asked him if what he said was true and motherfucker told you another stupid line

- "My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me I love you." *winks*

- Yep, he definitely loves you

(Got those from Google, credits to the Author/s!)

Portgas D. Ace:

- Ace is nervous. Like REALLY nervous

- He would pace around the room to think about ways on confessing his long time feelings to you

- "Oh, how about-! Nah, that's too lame. Or I could- Pfft, sounds stupid. What if I- GAH! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!" Man's so frustrated with himself he sulks all day long

- His older brothers took noticed of it so they pulled him away to know what's up with him

- Marco, Thatch & Izo probably laughed at him first before helping him to think of a plan

- Once they anchored at a new island, Ace would ran off, leaving a huge trail of dust at his wake. He would find the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers. And then he finds you, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

- Ace will take you to a cliff that overlook the sea. You were confused at first until he confesses, it'll be with the bouquet of your favorite flowers literally shoved in front of you with his bashful smile.

- Ace will blush 50 shades of red before blurting out his love for you

- "I LOVE YOU!" His voice probably cracked at the end due to extreme nervousness XD

- At first, you were in disbelief, looks around to search for Ace's possible accomplices because you think it's a prank. And when you didn't find anyone, you'll look back at Ace, gaping

- Flame boi finally regained his cocky confidence and repeated his confession to you

- In the end, you ended up with a clingy and very affectionate Ace by your side when you guys returned to the Moby Dick

- Thatch, Marco & Izo would clap at him, giving him thumbs-up's of approval

Hello, Anon! So sorry for the late answer! I'm doing fine, thanks for asking! Also, I hope you like this one XO!

[sickeningly-sweet-letters]

Can a request a yandere writer x reader ?

of course! time for this writer to shine! eheh also hey! it goes with my url lol

also sorry you caught me while im experimenting with how i stylize my posts-

🌻 yandere writer x gn reader!

- a writer who’s been struggling to find motivation to write for ages! its not their fault that they cant find any inspiration! but really, they should try to find something or someone to cheer them on..

- thats where you come in, you caught them in the middle of writing a draft and you immediately caught their eye.. it was something about how you complimented their short story and how you wished them good luck.. seems like this is where your writer started their spiral into their obsession with you

- they finally found a reason to write, they finally found a muse.. thats you! they’ll write tens of love letters in a day, all dedicated to their savior! they would have given up without you! isn’t it nice to see all these dedicated letters for you? aren’t you so touched?

- their work was starting to be recognized but you always seemed to be their number one fan and they appreciated it so much! you had no idea that they were yours as well! ah.. isn’t this so romantic? you have a secret admirer who is the person you love! ..you do love then, right? haha- of course you do! they just know it! what a silly question!

- they were so delusional that they were surprised when you seemed so paranoid while venting to them about some “stalker” or whatever.. didn’t you like their writing? why were you so upset? you had so many poems and stories dedicated to you! did you not know it was them?!

- what to do.. what to do.. maybe they should come clean? they asked to meet you in private so they could finally confess! this seemed just out of one of their romance scenes! their heart was beating so fast.. isn’t yours beating just as much? they almost squealed like a super-fan when you showed up, and they handed you a very similar looking letter to all the ones they’d sent you before..

- even then, they couldn’t understand why you suddenly seemed to afraid of them.. what? why were you so scared? they were confessing to you in your favorite place to hang out and with yet another letter! isn’t this super romantic? why did you have that look on your face?! wait- don’t run away! come back!

- …you left… how could you?! nonono- this must be a misunderstanding! they snapped out of their shocked trance and tried to figure out what to do.. they decided to go back home.. and once again, they vented all their feelings onto paper, almost completely filling another journal. another journal filled with their deepest, darkest thoughts

- once their head was finally clear.. they wanted to see you.. they needed to explain that they weren’t creepy! this was.. this was true love, my dear! so of course, they went to your house for a personal visit. they knocked.. and knocked.. and yet again.. each time they grew more and more desperate. don’t ignore them! they just want to talk! please.. they can’t possibly bear to live without you anymore! please come out!

- they seemingly gave up… for that day. they’d come back tomorrow.. and the tomorrow after that, then the next tomorrow.. everyday until you finally open the door..

you were theirs and they were yours. you always were there for them, so its only natural they return the favor! so open the door, please? they still have so much love to give you!

[demonichikikomori]

Peek-A-Boo, Panties!

Because I am actually a filthy degen. I thought it would be fun to write some short headcanons for if the Twst boys saw underneath Fem!MC's skirt!! I’ll be doing a separate headcanon post for the NRC Staff and maybe even the RSA boys??

Peek-A-Boo v.2

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

You had gone to reach onto a high shelf and took a few hops to reach said item. With each jump, your undergarments were exposed to Riddle!!

What??

What!??!?!

Riddle is flustered and red from his ears down to his collarbone.

The only woman in his life is his mother, and he's never seen such a garment!!

Next time, get a stool or ask for help next time!! What if some ruffian saw you!??!?

He scolds you and warns that dress code is a serious set of rules that MUST be followed!!

He comes to you the next day with a pair of uniform pants to wear instead!! How sweet...

He writes you an apologetic letter and gifts you a bouquet of roses taller than the both of you.

You would've thought that he was trying to confess!!!!

Trey Clover

You and Trey are making something sweet together, and the hem of your skirt gets caught in a cabinet! With you turning so suddenly, Trey saw your underwear!!

Naturally he plans to free you from the cabinets grasp first.

His cheeks are flushed and he's awkwardly adjusting his glasses

He didn't see anything...

Seriously he didn't see anything!!

Not that he meant to look anyways...

He tries forgetting once you're back on the baking grind...

He can't forget. And doesn't really want to...

Jokingly bakes you an apology cake with a dainty pair of undergarments on the top made of fondant.

You both laugh and the situation is no longer awkward!!

Cater Diamond

You were recording a video with Cater, and he noticed a few of the moves you did were a bit too revealing for MagiCam guidelines!! He saw your panties, meaning they were caught on camera too!!

He doesn't tell you he got a peek!!

He casually suggests that you guys switch roles, instead, you will dance his part and he'll do the much cuter moves!!

He's still thinking about it since you both dodged a bullet

Cater gets his account suspended

The world sees under your skirt

He'll whisper to you later that you should look into safety shorts when you get a chance

He has older sisters, he knows how to break things down

Ace Trappola

You guys were racing through the school to class and Ace manages to trip, grabbing your skirt in the process and yanking it down!! Thankfully it was only the two of you in the hall...

He's seriously sorry!!

Don't hate him!!

His face was so red you couldn't see the heart mark he had anymore.

He says he wasn't looking and that he'll immediately forget on your behalf.

Sitting in class together was a little awkward, but he texts you another big apology and a funny meme

At least you can laugh about it in a few days

Well, you can. Ace won't be.

Deuce Spade

The typical strong breeze many perverts pray for blows by on your way back from Sam's shop: Giving Deuce an eyeful of what’s under your skirt!!

He's shocked.

Mouth hanging open like you grew two heads

He drops whatever he has, fragile or not and tugs gently on your skirt with his hands

"Prefect! You have to be more careful!"

He's only scolding you since he cares about you!!

Respects Women™️

He gives you his uniform jacket to wear around your waist for the rest of your walk.

You notice his ears have gone red...

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

He was borrowing your lap for one of his naps in the garden and turned over... Leona got a peek most would be jealous of once he opened his eyes!!

He's a bit smug at first over being able to see them

He stares juuuuust a little longer... You're his favorite herbivore after all

However, Leona is a prince in a female dominating society

He casually yawns and sits up, looking at you mentioning he's hungry instead of tired now.

His tail is swishing against the ground and he's not looking at you

His face was red, and you noticed!!

"It's nothing."

You won't push for an answer but start to pout knowing he won't tell you

"Just don't let anyone sleep in your lap like I do."

Ruggie Bucchi

You asked Ruggie to use his spell on you, just to see what it was like!! It leads into him doing a cool handstand and you followed... In a skirt.

Is super quick to apologize!!

Please forgive him!!

Is very genuine sounding with his apology and offers to make it up to you by getting you a super delicious sandwich later!!

Has a hard time looking you in the eye, even if you accept his apology

Red faced, he brings you your favorite snacks as a peace offering

Eventually things are back to normal, but the next time he uses his spell on you... He flips your skirt up again.

“Shishishi.~”

You're now wondering if it really was an accident the first time!!

Jack Howl

You and Jack were admiring the cacti in the school garden!! You turned a little too close to a cactus and your skirt was stuck, pulling and revealing what was underneath to the wolf!!

He’s a stuttering mess as you try to pull yourself free.

It just gets worse for you.

He closes his eyes and yanks you free, tearing your skirt in the process.

Damn.

Jack takes off his shirt so that way you’re both even. He doesn’t like being indebted to people!!

This means you saw his massive bazoingas in exchange for him seeing your underwear.

His face is bright red.

His tail is wagging like crazy.

He’s happy he got to see, but in such a scenario was not what he would have envisioned.

He gives you his shirt to wrap around your waist and he escorts you all the way back to your dorm to change

His tail is still wagging.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul and you were on your way to the library to study together! You dropped something and bent over to grab it… He saw what’s under your skirt!

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Was not expecting to see under your skirt so easily!!

Awkwardly clears his throat while pretending he didn’t see what he saw

Sweating mess now

You ask him why he looks as if he’s been boiled alive due to how red he is.

He claims it’s just an octopus thing.

Studying is silent and he’s not sure if you know that he knows…

Has a conspiracy he made up in his head that you plan to use the sight of your panties against him.

He’s unusually nice to you until you ask him what’s his deal.

He beats around the bush in order to tell you. And of course politely apologizes.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was in one of his ‘moods’ and noticed your skirt was shorter than he thought. With just the slight movement he swears he can see just the hemline. Oh well. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

“Ehhh? So this is what Shrimpy wears?”

He’s already lifting your skirt to see your underwear.

Feel free to scold him and bat his hands away!!

He doesn’t see what the big deal is. Everyone wears underwear!! At least, they should at school

Floyd decides he likes how you react to him purposefully peeking and makes a game out of it

“Shrimpy is wearing teal today!”

After he announces his guess, he’ll try and see if he’s right

He usually is oddly enough.

Feel free to scold him some more, tell on him to Jade and Azul, or shock him by demanding to see what he’s wearing instead.

Jade Leech

Jade is showing you his collection of mushrooms! His favorites!! Ends up knocking over a small spray bottle of plant food and kneels down to grab it, getting a perfect view of what’s under your skirt!!

"Ah."

He isn’t usually caught off guard but now you got him

Give yourself a point for it!!

You aren’t sure why he’s looking up at you with such big eyes and you call out his name

He’s quiet as he gets back to his feet and is holding the spray bottle in an iron grip, so tight the bottle might burst in his fist!!

His ears looked red as he explained he thought he saw a spider crawling on you

He helps you spin around to check for ‘spiders’ and to get them off of you!!

After introducing you to his mushrooms he suggests that you should look into a longer skirt for the upcoming season. They are quite fashionable these days compared to shorter ones.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

During a quiet dinner party he wants to show you his magic carpet afterward!! He zips past you, flipping up your skirt and floats back over with a red face.

He didn’t mean to do that!! He just wanted to show you how fast he was!!

He’s ready to start crying now, and apologize with a very heavy bag of gold you couldn’t possibly carry back to your dorm…

“Now you can’t get married! I’m so sorry!”

You have to gently explain to Kalim it’s not the end of the world even though you are a bit embarrassed over him seeing them

He tries lightening the mood by telling you they looked good on you!!

Jamil will scold him later

Jamil Viper

You and Jamil were cooking together!! Unfortunately you had a loose shoelace and tripped!! And your undergarments were exposed!!

It takes him a moment to compose himself after seeing what he saw

It was just you in the kitchen and he quickly helps you to your feet

He's pulling his hood over his face and you feel concerned, did something happen?!

You try getting answers from him but he refuses to answer, unless you had a way to hypnotize him into honesty, you'll never get your answer.

After the incident, Jamil is as prone to sticking to your side as he does with Kalim!!

You're both such a handful...

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit

You were helping Vil with the film studies club after hours since he needed some help. Be honored Spudling!! Upon turning on a large fan, the breeze caused your skirt to flip up!!

You’re so careless with your clothing!!

Honestly… Thank goodness it was just you two in the club. Not even Rook was here yet!!

He quickly smooths your skirt out for you as the fan was shut off, at least the breeze was as strong as he needed it to be.

He wanted to tell you your underwear didn’t flatter you at all, but refrained

He wasn’t supposed to be looking anyway!!

As an apology he offers his advice for things you could wear in order to prevent such a malfunction from ever happening again!!

He ends up taking you out to shop with him… And maybe pick some underwear that suits you much better than what he managed to see

Rook Hunt

Rook was watching you through a window!! You had a free period and decided to try and climb one of the apple trees!! However you fell, exposing your behind to the watchful hunters gaze!!

Such a naughty way of getting his attention!!

Rook meets up with you later and is dropping hints about what he thought you were trying to do.

You're so confused... You just wanted an apple...

He realizes your little fall wasn't as intentional as he thought.

You had never expected to live long enough to see Rook blush!! What was he talking about.

He quietly explains that he managed to see a very pretty shade of whatever color was under your skirt today.

At least he was honest, but great, now you're both embarrassed in the hallway...

Epel Femier

Epel was taking you through his dorm for you both to have a cram session for an upcoming test. He was so excited to hang out with you that he ended up tripping over his own dorm uniform… And landed right were he could see up your skirt as you fussed over him…

Part of him feels like this is a major milestone in his life as a young man

He’s silent, partially from being dizzy and also to process you haven’t noticed where his gaze was

Only when you helped him up did his cheeks start turning red.

He won’t tell you he saw them as you went back to his dorm.

You assumed he was just embarrassed from falling that’s why he was red during the rest of your studying

That’s not why

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

You and Idia were playing video games and you had yet to change out of your uniform since you just came right over!! He asks you to pass him something, and crawling over on your hands and knees… Idia gets to see under your skirt!!

No way.

This stuff only happens in anime and Ecchi games!!

Not to a shut in like him!!

His hair has already turned pink and he’s looking away from you.

Should he say something?!

Before he gets the chance you’re already handing him the thing he asked for.

You ask him why his hair is pink and what happened to your game, you guys lost the co-op level!!

He’s stuttering and you don’t manage to get an answer out of him…

Ortho Shroud

Idia installed him with a software that auto-censors stuff like that.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

You and Malleus were walking together to admire the gargoyles!! You leaned over the stone dividers to get a better look, and far too much was revealed to Malleus!!

He’s silent.

Dearest Child of Man, was this purposeful??

A courting ritual to show off such a thing to a potential mate??

Either way, he’s not going to make a big scene.

He walks behind you and gently tugs your skirt down.

“Please be careful when you bend. Unless, that was your intention?”

You have no clue what he’s talking about!! But you apologize and assure him you’ll be more careful!!

Malleus will confide in Lilia later on what happened.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia wanted to play a little prank on you!! You’re too cute not to pick on!! He tried creeping up on you, reaching out to grab you, but instead, a slip of the hand from you turning to face him caused him to tug your skirt down.

"Oh my..."

The tips of his ears had gone red and he quickly backed away

You're locked in an awkward staring contest

You've never seen Lilia so frazzled, you feel like this was a win-lose!!

Lilia is quick to apologize and explain he wanted to startle you, but that wasn't in the stars to happen if he instead saw your undergarments!!

He makes you some apology cookies later!!

Don't eat the apology cookies...

Silver

You had found Silver under a tree asleep after being tasked to find him. You called out his name and watched him open his eyes...

"I saw it..."

You're not sure what he's talking about but you decided to gently scold him. He shouldn't just sleep anywhere!!

He's still staring off and you feel frustrated that he might not be listening to you.

"The color... Is cute..."

He's already drifting back to sleep.

What is he even talking about!?!?!?

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was in the middle of scolding you for something you didn't care to hear. Unfortunately, karma's a bitch and there was another pesky breeze to show off what was under your skirt!!

Oh Great Seven!!

He had gone so red in the face you thought he might've gotten instant sunburn

You were fixing your skirt back into place as Sebek was frozen where he stood

You'll have to get Lilia to help him, you trying to check on him makes him malfunction even more

Maybe he'll think twice about the setting and what your attire is next time he plans to scold you

[apt502-if]

i must ask, if either in the plot or for a scenario, if there will be any Running Through An Airport. like. this is just one year of the MC's life?

like thats not immediately making me wonder if apt 502 wont be a hime for the gang anymore by the end of the year, because either the mc is moving or everyone is leaving or what. like. Cal is dating someone they intend to marry thats a trust-fund baby (and probably wont want to live with so many roommates) and the MC did pack up their whole life to be with Rainn but then got broken up with and, yeah, that's potentially two out (unless your MC dates Cal, then maybe not, but idk) i duNNO, MAN, I LOVE FOUND FAMILY BUT I HATE WHEN EVERYONE SPLITS UP AT THE END, AND IM SUSPICIOUS AND I NEED TO EITHER BRACE MYSELF OR BE REASSURED PLS 🥺🥺🥺

you can, of course, give a non-answer to all that if such is Spoilers, but then it makes me want to ask: what Big Grand Gesture Trope would the ROs be?? whod be, if not running through the airport (or saying "I never got on the plane" a'la Rachel Green), the wedding crasher? who is confessing in the rain? who has the Love Actually cue-cards and a mix-tape of fake carolers? the 10 Things I Hate About You bleachers seranade? the Notebook ferris wheel stupidity, or the "I wrote you every day for a year" thing or the bit with the house and shutters if you prefer sanity? or any of the romantic parts of The Titanic, i guess?? or, back to cliches over specifics, who fills a bedroom full of roses?? tries to get the MC their dream house or maybe their own library?? who holds a boombox over their head? im sure there's more possibilities i could prompt you with, but i digress lmao just have fun with it and feel free to pick ones i didnt list, this was just to get the ball rolling. you can even pick something simple if all these are Too Grand for a specific character. like a love letter for the ages is still sweet, albeit it privater and simpler than any of these lovebomb-y Grand Romantic Gesture displays lmao rip

ha...

Grand gesture trope:

A would be singing on an airplane/public place Wedding Singer Style or the 'boombox outside window, if they did a grand gesture but they're more lowkey and would write a nice letter or do something big but in private, like a montage reel in their house or something

G would be confessing in the rain (and then write about it), Cal would DEFINITELY be the one to build a house like in The Notebook...just something so big like that would be right up Cal's alley since they'd rationalize it as " a house is practical"

Rainn would definitely fill MC's room wiith roses or run after MC in the airport.

L would do the 10 things bleacher performance, or some declaration of love on the internet

M is like A that they're more lowkey, I think M wouldn't do anything except use their words....like a big, fumbling speech that they're sort of embarrassed by lmao

[namandabu]

Dharma Listening

One of the most important lessons I have learned from my experience of the Jodo Shinshu tradition is how to listen to the Dharma. I am utterly incapable of doing it properly, however. Still, when I have gleaned insight from it, it is because I could, for even a moment, truly hear what the words of the Dharma are saying.

When we read books, we are not just reading words off a page. We are conceptualizing the meanings of those words in their context on the page through our own lens. We never just read a book. We derive meaning from it by bringing our own biases to the reading.

This isn't always a bad thing. In fact, many creative authors rely on this to subvert the reader, creating an amazing story by tricking us into believing one meaning while communicating another. Authors also grapple with this problem of bringing our biases, and they become skilled at writing according to their audiences in order to facilitate a change of mind in the reader. Such twists and turns are what make reading, as well as other forms of media, fun and intellectually stimulating.

Authors who teach the Dharma must grapple with the same tendencies. And it is often difficult for new readers (like myself) to fully internalize what the author is saying because we either don't understand or don't *want* to understand what they are saying. There have been many times when I read a piece about Buddhism and simply ignored or discarded a line that doesn't suit my sensibilities. An example from Rennyo: "The mind/that even once/relies on Amida: that mind/is in accord/with the true Dharma."

This verse is from Rennyo Shonin's letters (Letter 4, Fascicle 4). It is truly a mind-boggling statement. The idea that such high attainment (being in accord with the true Dharma) is so easy (relying on Amida for a single moment) is hard to believe on its own. Yet it is at the core of Jodo Shinshu: With the one thought-moment of reliance, we are immediately saved by Amida from birth and death and are certain to be reborn in the Pure Land. So why is it so hard to believe?

When I read that line initially, I thought of...laziness. I thought of how such a view is lazy. Surely, this is a teaching for people who do not want to put in the work necessary for enlightenment, I thought to myself. And when I read it now, those thoughts still come up! However, they are also accompanied by a small joy that I have not experienced before. Even though my mind tries to scream and cry to drown the words out, I still "hear" them.

These thoughts come from a mindset that I brought to the text when reading it. In my life, people who don't want to work have been called lazy time and time again. I myself have done this, and I have also been called lazy myself. Growing up, this dichotomy of "lazy" versus "determined" was drilled into me from the cultural norm known as the "protestant work ethic." This is the attachment of value to hard work, especially concerning one's job. American folklore is filled with examples of this, from John Henry and Paul Bunyan to the myth of the self-made millionaire or billionaire in the modern day. But this is antithetical to what Rennyo is saying here, as well as other Jodo Shinshu writers going all the way back to Shinran.

Hearing these lines now, I must confess that I still struggle with this conflicting set of views. But I know that they are true. After all, the goal of a Buddha is to make others like themself: free from attachment and affliction and able to act with perfect wisdom and compassion. The best way to do that is to make a path that is so easy that anyone, regardless of capacity, could complete it. Hence, Amida realized the name and forged his vows to create this easy path.

In my mind, I'm immediately skeptical of shortcuts. And while the Jodo Shinshu path is still difficult in some ways, it is certainly easier. But here, the Buddha is saying, "Come on! I made this shortcut for you! Trust me, and you'll reach the other shore!" And I have to blame only myself and my preconceived biases for being hesitant.

Listening to the Dharma as someone new to Buddhism requires us to put aside our own views as best we can and open our minds to a new way of thinking about the world. Even if we disagree with what it is saying, we will only get the message if we can listen with an open mind. If we project our ideas onto the Dharma, we will just be reading a copy of our own thoughts. It is difficult, however, to put one's ideas aside and listen to something new with an open mind. After all, if detaching from our erroneous views were easy, then there would be no need for the many paths of Buddhism. Therefore, We should be thankful for authors who speak on the Dharma in ways that are designed to bring us to a new mode of thought from our current condition or in a way that is so plain and direct that misinterpretation becomes nearly impossible. I have found that many Jodo Shinshu figures, like Rennyo, Yuien-bo, and Shinran, fall within the latter category. As a result of reading them repeatedly, the walls of my own views are broken down by their straightforward words, which are easy to understand and digest. I cannot help but come to understand them, even when I am at the same time entrenched in my own views. This example is just one concept in Jodo Shinshu that is difficult to internalize, but I am happy to say that, little by little, I'm starting to get it.

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Hi! Were there any instances of Laurens being jealous?

Quite.

Although I wouldn't exactly blame him for such, honestly. The prime examples I will be using are in regards to Hamilton's marriage with Elizabeth Schuyler. As they are what was mentioned in the post that these asks stem from.

I would take Hamilton as a great source of reading Laurens's character, with how close of lovers they were. So it is notable that Hamilton seems to sort of be aware of Laurens's envy, and mentions it a few times in their letters. For starters, in the “Cold in my professions, warm in my friendship...” letter [April 1779] Hamilton goes on a long ramble of Laurens finding him a wife in South Carolina. As Hamilton was jealous himself after discovering Laurens's, probably never mentioned before, wife, Martha Manning. In a way of petty revenge, he spends a long paragraph giving the details he wants in a wife, knowing it will feist him, as he says at the end;

“Do I want a wife? No—I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employ a proxy. Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to frisk? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more.”

(source)

Fast forward, around the summer of 1780, and Hamilton is to be wedded to Elizabeth Schuyler. When reading Hamilton's letters or discussions of Elizabeth, they are always extremely affectionate and always with adoration in her regards. So it is interesting that when Hamilton must confess the news to his lover, he tries hard to describe Elizabeth in the most dull terms he can to probably try and ease Laurens's jealousy. As mentioned in another letter while Laurens was a prisoner of war [30 June 1780];

“Have you not heard that I am on the point of becoming a benedict? I confess my sins. I am guilty. Next fall completes my doom. I give up my liberty to Miss Schuyler. She is a good hearted girl who I am sure will never play the termagant; though not a genius she has good sense enough to be agreeable, and though not a beauty, she has fine black eyes—is rather handsome and has every other requisite of the exterior to make a lover happy. And believe me, I am lover in earnest, though I do not speak of the perfections of my Mistress in the enthusiasm of Chivalry.”

(source)

With these instances in mind, they heavily imply Laurens was prone to being jealous (And I mean, can you blame him? It's literally his lover getting married away).

Even more so, Laurens's jealousy never seemed to have faded. Throughout the surviving correspondence we have between Hamilton and Laurens, Laurens never mentions Hamilton's new family, not even when Hamilton would bring them up continuously in his letters. Laurens never spoke of Elizabeth, in almost refusal to accept that she was Hamilton's wife or her existence.

There is only the one moment Laurens spoke of Hamilton's family, and it was bitter resentment towards Hamilton's firstborn son, Philip Hamilton, taking up all of Hamilton's time. He writes with complaints that Hamilton is spending too much of his time, or is too indulged, in his private family life. Which isn't too unexpected when you consider how we all know Hamilton tended to be as a newly, but also proud, papa — for example, his affectionate and rambling letter to Meade about Philip as well. Laurens must have been annoyed, or hurt even, by the lack of letters. And when there was letters, they were about his grand new family that didn't involve Laurens. So with boiled envy, Laurens wrote [July 1782];

“Your private affairs cannot require such immediate and close attention; you speak like a pater familias surrounded with a large family numerous progeny_”

(source)

An interesting detail about the original letter, ( Pointed out by @john-laurens who has the facsimile on their blog ) that Laurens chose to scratch out “large family” and replace it with “numerous progeny”, as to instead change the focus from the Hamilton family as a whole to just Hamilton's child. Thus Laurens continues to fail to mention Elizabeth in any of his letters, even adamantly purposefully. Tis clear here that Laurens actively chose to go back on his wording to avoid any mention of Elizabeth, even indirectly.

In Laurens's defense — even when really condemnable — as much as Hamilton was fully accepting of being married and still having a relationship with Laurens, JL himself wasn't as keen (He was somewhat, as they still obviously continued with affectionate letters; even after matrimony). He was often feeling alone and depressed during their letters, and Hamilton's reminders of his seperate family and loved ones was not helping in the slightest.

[hideousvoid]

Drowning in the dark

"please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl"

reader: gender neutral

warnings: stalking mentions, possessive behaviour, obsession, manipulation, delusional yandere and etc. + slightly smut

・゜゜・┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You didn't expect things to end like this, to 'fall in love' with the owner of the mostro lounge, the second-year student that is famous for his perfectionism. Azul puts all his effort in his studies and work, the restaurant or the contracts, same contracts that made you fall in his strong grasp. You only needed some tips for the test of alchemy, knowing how good the man was in that subject you immediately thought of asking him among all people, voices about deals with the grey-haired man could be heard by those who were in dept with him. Too many people, some happy and others annoyed about it, still no one recommended to avoid such a chance.

You thought the same thing even though it was a big risk, plus after Floyd teased you so much about it you couldn't stop thinking of risking for once. What could ever happen? Azul was a serious man with his actions so undoubtedly it must have been secure to do such a thing, bizarre the fact that the teachers didn't find out of his 'secret' already. Without making Grim notice it you went to his office following the little ticket Jade gave you, the eels it seemed to know too much but it wasn't dangerous enough to let it stop you. They acted like that with everyone, teasing and annoying other students just for fun or for work, wasn't rare to find the moody one arguing with someone.

Once arrived to the restaurant you were greeted by the twins with a creepy smirk, taking you to the master of that beautiful place. The lounge was dark with many windows showing the sea, purplish walls and furniture with some light blue or pink lights. Truly wonderful, the view of the ocean was incredible too, most of the time jellyfishes were swimming in front of the windows.

・゜゜・ ⬇・゜゜・

・゜゜・_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Jade knocked on the door of the vip room with that grin never leaving his face, after hearing the words 'come in' Floyd opened the door making you enter but blocking your way of freedom staying behind you. Azul was there sitting in his chair with his arms on the desk covering his mouth using the hands, he waited too much for you to finally come. Slowly his hands laid on the woody surface, a serious glaze on yours as you sat down uncomfortable for the presence of the eels. The grey haired man already knew what you needed, always catching useful informations and making plans, gladly delivered by his two best colleagues. Slightly raising his eyebrows as you confessed what you went for, he didn't say anything at first just picked a paper and started to write on it, after some seconds letting it slide in front of you with a pen.

"I can give you all the answers for the test but with a condition, you are going to work in the mostro lounge like Jade and Floyd for a week and half, don't make any damage or you'll get severely punished. Sign here and I'll make sure you get the best vote in alchemy" his voice was confident and hypnotic, his beautiful blue eyes staring in yours while his soft lips perfectly moved at every letter. You weren't sure about it, working in a restaurant so many days for a test? Your thoughts were interrupted by Jade that grabbed your shoulder tighting the grip, his voice calm but at the same time dangerously slow. "You already saw how many students were happy after making a contract with our 'boss', let us see your pretty signature." Not even the chance to answer that the other twin added his words too, looking at you as if he was going to bite you. "Come on shrimpy, don't be so hard to get or we'll have to squeeze you!~" sneered as you finally signed the paper, you didn't have a choice anymore and it was obvious, no way to run or to win.

Azul bit his glove trying not to laugh, the human that everyone talked about finished in his trap like anyone else, how desperate were people for a test? Enough to get theirself in such a trouble, he always felt superior whenever someone signed one of his contracts without even thinking about it. "It's a deal! I'll make sure to deliver you the answers once you come back to your dorm, have a nice day and good luck (y/n)" nodding you stood up saying goodbye as the eels accompanied you to the door, this time they didn't say anything and only waved at you while rapidly getting away from that place.

Your test got the highest score and everyone looked envious, how? Azul unfortunately and fortunately kept his word so you had to work for him, the eels making your days more and more difficult trying to get you punished but when you were reaching that point the dorm leader always walked towards you to chat, bizarre for the way he blushed or slightly stuttered while looking at every little move you did. When the contract was finally gone you didn't work anymore with those two devils, still you were attracted by Azul's office as if it was a magnetic. You don't know how you ended so physically with him, the way he teased you got to intense to ignore it, sticking your tongue in his mouth as you pulled his hair or biting his neck. The dorm leader never refused those actions, so desperate to receive it laying on the desk as if he was a snack, begging for more while pressing his thighs together to get more friction.

In the present you were effectively in his room, when a request came out of his trembling mouth "please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl." You didn't think twice and tighten the grip on his throat this time with your hands, a moan escaping his mouth as he was getting warmer, his right hand sliding in his pants without letting you notice it. A long night is ahead for you two, be careful to the dorm leader's voice before anyone finds out about this.

[oletusfragments]

💌 good morning Norton!

I hope you're doing well! I just wanna say that I adore you and all that you do. Your love for geology is admirable and if it wouldn't be a bother, I would love to listen to you talk. You might not believe me and it's fine, but my love for you will always exist. I just hope you're happy in the end, and that I can help you.

From,

Your secret supporter (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Norton Campbell has received your letter! 🔔

It's not every day Norton is greeted with merry or be wished happiness.

He questions if this is some kind of trap to put him in vulnerability and humiliate him.

It took him perhaps, a thousand times of reading the letter–in a couple of weeks before trusting it. A bit.

No one would ever say this to him. Atleast, in his opinion. But here you are. His secret supporter!

Norton is baffled reading you confess your love to him so blatantly. You even wished him to be happy. Yeah, well—he is having an internal crisis. Whenever he enters his room, his immediate thought is you. He doesn't know why. Is he getting attached?

The prospector stares at your letter a few hours everyday. Perhaps not the most productive activity to do when you have a lot of pending matches in the day and all you do is stare at a paper in disbelief instead of preparing.

Norton reads—spells out every letter in your letter. As if the letter a or y has a deeper meaning. Okay, perhaps an exaggeration. But he obsess over it that he may have unintentionally memorized the contents of it.

The glorious day finally comes where he has decided to reply. He writes bravado to hide the fact that he kind of lost his mind.

Perhaps he can revel in your affections for a bit—adore the feeling of getting appreciated for once.

— Norton replied to your letter!

Dear secret supporter,

I must admit, this is completely unexpected. Are you someone who find pleasure in teasing poor class people? Or are you really that obsessed with me?

My 'love' for geology is so I could earn money to catch up to those who step on me—reach higher than them. Still, thanks for thinking of it so positively.

You said you want to hear me talk, but why? I don't even speak a lot or even say anything entertaining. Do you find my voice attractive is that it? Actually, yeah, maybe you do.

But if you want to hear me, you gotta come to me. I want to see you too, you know?

– Norton Campbell

[ bro has trust issues, same tbh]

[butter-beekeeper]

Sunshine;

I am now at a very pleasant Cottage window, looking onto a beautifully hilly country, with a glimpse of the sea; the morning is very fine. I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me. Ask yourself ray whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in a letter? You must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it, make it rich as a drought of poppies to intoxicate me, write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright; a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days, three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain

not my words, me not smart enough for this dude

also this bitches do be dramatic but i get it

mail is here 📬📩

I know this is supposed to move me but I can't take it seriously with the gifs 😂

It's a good letter I do like Keats and Bright Star must be one the few sad movies I like to watch

Thanks for the attempt cillyputty lol