#°。°。°。𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒. °。°。°。

[asongwearysoul]

"You just ran into a wall. Time to lie down." (from sil)

Pirouette rubbed at his forehead. "I'm fine I just- I need to finish writing this stupid song-" He spared no glance at Sil as he rushed back to his desk, writing in a small frenzy before crumpling up the parchment and tossing it on the floor.

The floor was covered with crumpled pieces of parchment.

"The words are on the tip of my tongue!" Pirouette said, "I'll lie down once..." He trailed off, scribbling something down.

[orlesianvirtuoso]

[marloree]

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒

Pairing: Model! Beomgyu × Artist! Reader

Genre: romance, fluff

Word count: 2.2 k

As an artist, you always admired beauty - in nature, in things, in people, in feelings. Your entire life revolved around it, you could find beauty in the smallest of things and it delighted you. Beauty was something you always appreciated and strived to express in your art. Beauty, in a way, was your home, a place of peace.

Since your teenage years, you always found beauty in the passers-by. Sitting in the school, in the park or in the subway, you always found the person whose beauty you wanted to capture.

Now, as you became a professional artist, this habit of yours didn't change. Albeit, now you had the chance to ask the person to model for you - for money, obviously. And, fortunately for you, some agreed, letting you attempt to capture them on canvas for however long you wanted.

However, this time was different. The man you met left you speechless. The beauty that radiated from him was nothing less than ethereal. You couldn't help but look at him in awe. Luckily, the man agreed to model for you, making your eyes glisten with undeniable anticipation.

Since it was summer, you both agreed it would be best if you do your painting sessions outside.

The next day, half an hour earlier than the arranged time, you were already looking for the perfect spot in the park you two decided to meet at.

And you did. You found just the perfect spot. It was in the middle of the park, nearby the pond. The water made the air there cooler compared to the other parts of the park so, gladly, you wouldn't sweat buckets while painting.

As you awaited the model, you settled down your supplies, thinking of the yesterday's encounter.

Beomgyu, that was the said model's name, appeared to be just as beautiful inside as he was outside. He was aware of his charm, but didn't act on it or seemed arrogant. Despite his undeniably gorgeous looks, he seemed to be a humble and nice man. At least, that was your first impression. Well, you hoped it wasn't just a first impression.

Rethinking your numerous encounters with your ex models whose ego seemed to be higher than the sky, you hoped that, just maybe, this one wouldn't be like them.

As you were thinking, you suddenly heard the rustling of the branches - someone was approaching, for sure. Looking up, you saw that it was your new-found model, Beomgyu.

"Oh, hi!" you waved slightly, inviting the young man to sit at the already arranged for him area.

"Hello", Beomgyu settled down, preparing to pose.

You helped him take the perfect position, relieved to see the man being cooperative. Letting out a delighted sigh, you sat down, ready to begin your work.

"Oh, before I start, do you have experience in modeling?"

"Not really," the man shrugged, "but I thought it would be an interesting experience to give a try to."

"An interesting experience, huh? Does he have nothing better to do than model for a total stranger?" Numerous thoughts popped in your mind.

"I see...Well, I hope you enjoy your experience here."

Beomgyu did a perfect job for someone with no experience. He was patient and willing to listen to you, sitting in one pose without moving for long periods of time.

Almost two hours have passed when you finally decided to take a break and have some mercy on the poor unexperienced man. Setting your brushes aside, you got up, shaking off your legs.

"Would you like to eat something or just relax and get rid of the stiffness?" You reached into your bag and pulled out the snacks you brought, offering some to Beomgyu. "I know posing isn't an easy thing to do, especially for long periods of time. So feel free to take a rest, however long you want."

The man let out a groan, immediately getting up and walking in a small circle, shaking off the tension in the muscles. Once Beomgyu finally relaxed, he reached for one of the snacks.

"Thank you. I knew posing wouldn't be easy, but...I definitely underestimated the discomfort it may bring."

"Ah, it's always like this! We tend to underestimate things, you know." You chewed on your snack while looking at your sketch. It was far from perfect, but you were doing quite a good job today.

You looked once again at the sketch and then at Beomgyu. You, undeniably, managed to catch some of his beauty on the canvas, but...the only thing you could see was a not yet finished portrait of a handsome man. Nothing more, not even a hint of soul. You just drew a blank portrait of a person. Or, rather, you drew the person you knew nothing of and couldn't portrait his character.

Beomgyu noticed the disappointment in your eyes that appeared when you looked at your work. "Is something wrong?"

"No...Well, not really. I'm just thinking that I shouldn't draw people only because they're pretty. Look at this", you turned the canvas to him, "it looks absolutely blank, meaningless."

Beomgyu glanced down at the sketch, comparing it to the face he saw everytime he would look in the mirror.

"Yes, you did a good job conveying my features. But, it is just a pretty drawing with no meaning behind it. However, what meaning could you put? You know nothing about me."

"Yeah, you're right", you muttered.

"Although, it's not so hard to change that: we could try getting to know each other," Beomgyu offered, a small smile evident on his face.

"Really? You wouldn't mind that, would you?" you asked, just to be sure.

The man shook his head. "Not at all. Moreover, I'd be glad to get to know you better. You seem to be a nice person. Plus, I've seen some of your art before and, well, it left me curious to get to know what kind of person stands behind it all."

"Oh, so that's why you agreed to model for me...I see," you muttered, realizing that his interest for the job wasn't the only reason. He was interested in you, as a person.

"You mentioned seeing my art before, am I really that famous?" you joked, wanting to change the topic.

"You might not be so famous, but I for sure stumbled across your drawings in the magazines for a few times. Every single one of your works left me wonder just what exactly you wanted to represent, what emotions you put in and what you've been going through while you worked on it."

"Well, art for sure is a way to express my feelings for me. It makes me more relaxed and helps me get calmer, knowing that I was able to express myself, that some people will actually get the message I put into my work. Overall, letting my emotions out through canvas or paper is already good enough for me," you explained, feeling yet once again the love and passion you had for your work rising in you, "but it makes me so happy knowing that someone actually gained interest in my art", you smiled.

"I'm glad you were able to find a way to express yourself, it truly is something to treasure", Beomgyu replied thoughtfully, "especially when it becomes your safe place, a place where you can seek comfort when needed."

You nodded, "it really is".

Just like that you would meet up in the warm summer evenings in the park, taking your time to talk and paint. You discussed many different things, day by day getting to know and understand each other better. Slowly, the unknown man, like a puzzle, was turning into someone you could call an acquaintance. As days passed, the acquaintance turned into a friendship.

As you were slowly learning the man's character and his point of view on numerous things, your sketches gradually improved, too. It wasn't lacking as much emotion as it did before. The once emotionally blank portrait slowly turned into one of a living, feeling person. You couldn't deny that the similarity of the man to the painting grew stronger each day, too.

Luckly, your first impression didn't trick you this time. Beomgyu turned out to be a genuinely nice and humble person. As time flew by, you barely noticed how attached you grew to him.

Going home after your everyday sessions, you would catch yourself thinking about Beomgyu, your conversations with him, his words and opinions.

Meanwhile you didn't always particularly agree with some of his thoughts, you couldn't deny that they made you rethink your own opinions to come up with a stronger argument next time.

Once almost silent modelling sessions now would occasionally turn into heated arguments, which both of you enjoyed. You would explain your point of view while attentively listening to the other party. Sometimes it would turn into endless bickering, leaving you two laughing out loud at the way you acted.

Either way, these vocal debates helped you understand each other better.

But, on your way back home, Beomgyu's opinions weren't the only thing on your mind. Your thoughts would wander to the fact that, no matter how much fun you were having in the moment, your sessions would come to an end one day.

One day you'll finish your work and will have to say goodbye to once a stranger who now held a rather special place in your heart.

During your numerous sessions you grew fond of Beomgyu, of his lovely character, kind personality. You were happy that he was just as beautiful inside as he was out. And you didn't want to lose such a precious to you person. The thought made your heart ache.

June passed, July slowly turned into August, your work was slowly coming to the end. You almost completed your goal: painting an actually worthy portrait that both showed the person's outside beauty and his character.

As the summer flew by, the day of your last, final session arrived. It seemed like you only started your sessions a few days ago, but, sadly, the transience of time in the real life didn't match up with the slow pace of the time in your mind.

Now, you were finishing your portrait completely, only leaving a few last lines here and there to complete the painting fully, make it as perfect as you could.

As you worked, you looked at your painting, rather unsatisfied. It wasn't that it didn't turn out the way you wanted to. On the contrary, the piece of art met up all your possible expectations, you could proudly say that you've outdone yourself this time.

But, the thought of leaving this place and never coming back to your usual sessions saddened you. Of course you would have many opportunities to visit the park whenever you wanted to or had the time, you could even arrange your sessions with other models there. However, you were sure that it would never feel the same without Beomgyu by your side. You might be lucky enough to find good models, but could they replace the kind man you've spent all the summer with? You were positive that they could not. At least, they wouldn't replace him to you. These said models may be 10 times better than Beomgyu in skill, but, to you, they still wouldn't stand a chance against the person you grew so attached and attracted to.

As you were so deep in thought, Beomgyu, just like on your first meeting, immediately noticed the look on your face. It was clear as day that you were unhappy with something.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He asked softly, barely breaking the pose he was in. During these past months, he really caught on the modelling business. Once being totally unexperienced, under your eye he quickly learned the basics and now could come off as a professional model.

"Not as alright as I'd want it to be", you answered truthfully. "In all honesty, I think I got a bit too attached to you during this summer, Beomgyu, and now it's hard for me to let you go. I know it's unprofessional on my side and I shouldn't have let my feelings take over the job, but I can't fight what I feel, either, can I?" you sighed.

"Oh, but who said we should part our ways completely? You never asked for my opinion on the matter, Y/N. Have you never thought that I, too, might feel the same way?" Beomgyu looked at you with his usual sparkly eyes, but now you could see a gleam of something new, yet unfamiliar to you, shining in his gaze.

You looked back at him: the idea, to be fair, never really crossed your mind. "Well, I didn't look this far, honestly. I never got into anything personal with my ex models so I thought you'd want to stay professional too..."

"You should have asked me, you know," Beomgyu smiled slightly, "on my part, I'd hate to stay "professional only" if we both feel the same way."

"But...do we, really?" You inquired sheepishly, still finding it hard to believe that everything was going so smoothly.

"I do, Y/N, I really do."

Within a moment the canvas standing in between the both of you were carefully pushed aside as your bodies enveloped each other's in the so long awaited embrace, all your doubts disappearing in a gentle kiss.

Taglist: @babymochibeargyu (thank you for asking to be added 🥺)

A/N: this took me a bit longer to write than I initially expected, but I hope you guys enjoy!!

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Yay! Mara is an adult in the legal sense now! (Well, as of 2 days ago, I was just too busy) This celebration will be going from 4/22-5/1 because that feels like a nice reasonable length, with a minor Daisy Jones and the Six theme because I'm watching it while sewing my prom dress again <3

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 ~ Ships! I love a good ship, you know the drill, fandom, gender preference, some things you think i should know. All the fun things <3

𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉, 𝓂𝒶𝓃. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇. ~ ask games, cym, fmk, the works

𝒲𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌? ~ Tell me anything you want, anything in the world

𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹 ~ Head cannons! give me some, and i'll give you some, or just give me a little concept and I'll see where I can go with it

𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 ~ Give me anything, a theme, a concept, anything at all, and I'll give you some songs I think of

@thebestieyoureinlovewith @starstruckmoony @anglbby444 @sincerelyyoursg @toadstool-amongst-the-tulips @shefollowedthestars @starlit-epiphany @angry-little-frog @unadulterated-syd @loverliner @diorgirl444 @sp1rit-realm @siriusownsmyheart @cannibalizedyke  @munsonsreputation@on-my-contrarian-sh1t @babyrunsforfanfic @esperisdrunkinwonderland @masivechaos @mapleransom-blog @bug-boy32 @finnyboob @beezywriting @writingsbybirdie @steviesnailbat @katsu28 @loving-and-dreaming @maroon-winestain @writingandbaking @buticanfixhernoreallyican  @starsinmyeyesbloodonmyhands @shadesofsteve @bealovesmarauders @spaceagebachelormann @su-alteza-emia @faerieroyal @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @loving-and-dreaming @haydipoof @imabee-oralizard

(and i think that's all of you but if I'm missing anyone i hope this finds you somehow)

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[sugcrkisses]

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈: open, f, 25+ y/o 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒: caius harwood, 36-41 y/o, canonically he's head of a crime syndicate, but for this plot it's an AU where he's a wealthy businessman 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉: my grandmother is loaded and owns a very successful company (a family legacy), but before she leaves it to me she wants me to marry, so now she is setting me up on blind dates which i hate (nor i have time for), and this is where you come in - i will pay you handsomely if you come live with me, pretend to be my secret fiancée and marry me in a month (we'll divorce as soon as i get the company)

ㅤㅤㅤWas this plan of his crazy? Yes. Was he drunk when he came up with this plan? No, but he was very desperate. He didn't have time for dating, but his grandmother had a different opinion. It took him to go on one blind date to devise this plan. Caius didn't think his grandmother was going to go through with her words, but she was dead serious. Therefore, in a matter of days, he found a girl, who'd play the part of his loving fiancée he had been keeping secret due to his family being well known and who he would later marry to get out of this crazy idea his grandmother had come up with.

ㅤㅤㅤThey barely knew each other, she was basically a stranger to him, but he knew she was down on her luck and desperate to get money. It was a business deal, really. She'd pretend to help him out and he would pay her handsomely. But something was missing. She was a great actress and his grandmother quite liked her, but she might see through their act eventually if they weren't convincing enough. Caius didn't like to mix business with his private life, but he had no other choice. They must get to know each other on a deeper level. That's why he suggested a question game - each of them could ask the other three questions in the morning and three in the evening. Nothing is off-limits and has to be answered truthfully.

ㅤㅤㅤToday his grandmother came for dinner, and they had a lovely time. As soon as she left Caius started to pick up the plates and carry them to the kitchen. A little bit of wine was still left at the bottom of a bottle. "You want some? We should finish this," he said picking it up. "Also, have you thought about your questions for this evening?"

[hisdigitalpup]

౨ৎ 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 ౨ৎ

[neonliights]

it’s been some time since they had a chance to sit down and talk, they were busy, so for the past few weeks they only face-timed or texted when they had time, but it was never the same as meeting up. finally, they met in their favorite bar at their table, ordered drinks and let themselves share everything that happened. listening to him talk, caroline couldn’t hide the surprised face expression, judging him hard. “ wow. “ the female said shaking her head in disbelief. “ seriously? “ shaking her head caroline couldn’t hide how disappointed she was. “ twenty is like... a child. when are you going to start sleeping with women your age? “ rolling her eyes she knew he liked what he liked, her theatrical reaction was for giggles of course. “ i’ve always knew you are into being called daddy. i just knew it. “

open to MALES ( + 30 ) / PLOT: caroline ( 𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 ) and your muse are best friends. between two of them there are no secrets, and they share almost every detail of their lives with each other. due to busy schedules they didn’t see each other in a few weeks and now are catching up.

[sunoksunny]

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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[pairing]  |  photography/art student!jungwon x dance/music student!reader (she/her)

[riceball-galore]

Hands Orihime an Asauchi.

𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓂, 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉 || 𝙰𝚜𝚔 (𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍)

"Huh?"

The gray figure handed Orihime the blade, feeling the weight of it heavy in her palms. She never even held a sword, let alone owned one. A puzzled look came to her face, looking at it for a minute. "What do I do with it?"

Slender hands grabbed the hilt and as she tried to pull it off, the stealth of the sword slid to the ground. A dull thud came as it did as the blade was exposed. Orihime could feel the weight of it, wrapping both hands at the end as she brought it up. The steel almost shined in the light, blinking softly. The realization of what she should do It it shined in her eyes, excitement now crossing her.

"I know why you gave it to me now. I'm suppose to cut my breads and my foods, right?"

Brings the sword up over her head, struggling, a gleam of dedication crossed her now with a little drool from the thoughts of all her food . "I can cut my leeks, fruits, red beans, everything! This is the perfect gift anon-san! Thank you so much"

The ginger now trotted off, heading to her apartment to start cutting of her food for the meals and in the process, probably destroy the kitchen.

[xsister-serpent]

♱𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢♱

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝒾, 𝐼'𝓂 𝟤𝟫 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 / 𝒽𝑒𝓇. ☼ 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓅𝒾𝑜 ☾ 𝒫𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓈 ↑ 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓅𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒿- 𝓉

𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇. 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸, 𝑔𝑜𝓉𝒽, 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒. 𝐼 𝒷𝓊𝒿𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇.

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇: 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓈 (𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓀𝓎𝓁𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓃) 𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓁.

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒-𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉.

F/O: (I'm still new to this so please don't crucify me)

♱Kylo Ren♱ Just a little info on why I self ship and whatnot

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[iamlolaj]

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[crybb-poe]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝑒

𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓅 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒷𝓊𝓉

𝓉𝒷𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

[carefreecarla]

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[sweetxhaven]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 .. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓂.. 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒. 𝐼'𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈.

[sugcrkisses]

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈: open, m/f/nb (m, if romantic) 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒: Madalynn Belancourt, 28-33 y/o, (bastard) daughter of a king, fantasy/medieval setting, but can be also modern day, just let me know then 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉: she's arguing about something (can be plotted out what exactly) with her oldest half-brother, who's the new King, and y/m overhears their argument, especially the last thing he says, and a moment later Madalynn bumps into y/m. she has always had this 'nothing can hurt me' facade, but y/m can clearly see this hurt her even though she tries not to show it. she tries to get away from y/m to be alone, but y/m keeps following her to annoy her or offers their company or something else and she eventually agrees. this can be plotted out or we can wing it. 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: someone who enjoys annoying her, but who also might have feelings for Madalynn (and she might be catching feelings too, but she won't admit that)

ㅤㅤㅤContrary to popular belief Madalynn loved her half-siblings, at least most of them. Her oldest half-brother on the other hand – she couldn’t stand him. He was the most arrogant and ignorant asshole she had ever seen, and he was the new King now. Their conversations had always ended in shouting matches. This one was a little different. They argued, but for some reason, he was being an even bigger asshole than usual and his comments were more hurtful. Without saying a word, just throwing death glares at him, Madalynn stormed towards the door. Just as she was in the open doorway, she heard him snort. “Fucking waste of space,” he spat. She froze for a moment. Her gaze lowered. It hurt. She stood frozen for a moment, trying not to show any emotion before fully walking out and slamming the door behind her. Just as she was about to take another step, Madalynn nearly collided with someone. She looked up as she stumbled backward. “Oh, for fucks sake,” she rolled her eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Indeed, bad things come in threes,” she eyed them from head to toe. “Why do you keep showing up when I least need you to?”

[rencel]

𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒? 𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝐼 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 11 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒜𝓉 3𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹, 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒜1𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒿𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝒾𝑔𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓌𝒾𝓉, 𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉, 𝐼 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒮𝒢, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝓃. 𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎.