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random oc question: which oc of yours would you most like to give a big hug to?
Oh gosh that’s so hard, I don’t know if I can even pick one!!!
Off the top of my head, I think I’m going to go with Laurel, one of my TW OCs. I just put her through way too much from being an orphan to having to leave her home, but at least she has her aunt, brother, friends, and Liam! It’s the least I can do on my end!
Tagging @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, and @daughter-of-melpomene because they adore laurel sm and would die for her
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pjo prompt: percy and jason have to go on a quest together, so they both decide to bring their respective partners (annabeth and leo). during the quest, they get kidnapped by monsters and percy and jason wake up in an arena. the monsters explain that they have their partners and in order to save them, they have to fight to the death, with the winner getting to leave alive with their partner, while the other is killed. however, the monsters are very shocked when percy and jason sit down and start calmly playing cards with each other. they’re not worried about their partners. instead, they’re worried for the monsters. they trapped annabeth and leo together, two of the smartest demigods. the girl who redesigned olympus and the boy who built a warship in six months. they were toast.
#pjo#percy jackson#jason grace#annabeth chase#leo valdez#percabeth#valgrace#like they could probs take over the world if they wanted (and those two would help)#never leave these two alone for too long they will find a way to defy the laws of the universe just for fun#lowkey kinda wanna write it but too many wips#might start a drabble series just to write like the one scene i want to in long fics I have ideas for#mmmmm we shall see
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these two not existing in the same universe is a hate crime to superbat shippers everywhere. but also??? they compliment each other super well! mister gunn, i need you to see the vision.
#superbat#clark x bruce#david corenswet#robert pattinson#battinson#superenswet#THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER#makes me wanna write a superbat fic of these two despite the movie not being out#MY WORLDS FINEST#i can take them (not in a fight)#now kiss
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monologue
#they said i couldnt have a worse speech bubbles to image ratio and i said 'bet?'#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#two hats spoilers#isat#lucabyteart#sifloop#not rlly but it gets the tag in case ppl r backscrolling my tags on my blog for some reason#anyway this dialogue has been kicking around in my files for about 2 months as it is known to do & i wanted to play with typesetting#'write a fic if you like words so much' absolutely not . what if it was pictures instead. and also i wanted an excuse 2 loop gradient#but yeah uhhhh this is very . very loosely the result of me thinking about the 'island is trapped in the fucking future' theory.#like if so. would it just like. reappear. when the rest of the world catches up w where it was stuck in time. like . 20 more years on.#and thus the q: god wait at what point would sif be older than the age they last knew their parents to be. theyre nearly 30 now so like.#you can see my logical path thru these thoughts yes? anyway i think its fun when these two put their braincells together to realise#the horrors. and kind of exclusively the horrors. wahoo!!!#anyway food for thought re: island reappears and to the islanders it's not been any time at all. but its been like 30 years for the rest#fuck do you do: your boy returns 30 years older plus a family (maybe even a child) and minus . a fucking eye.#also theres a fucking angel with them? update. thats also your boy what the fuck. wait fym theyre married. hold on. wait--
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When your best mate is about to go full vengeful and there's only one way to shock him back to his senses...
Companion piece to my fic Spectral Rage!
#dbda#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#mine#fanart#5 of my 7 dbda fics are about these two getting together in different ways lol#i just love putting these boys in Situations#and how could i not with such an open premise/world?#literally anything goes and that SLAPS
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I like the Looey:]
#Dogge to me#dandys world#cinder.png#dw looey#looey dandys world#Looey#glisten#glisten dandys world#twisted glisten#The last doodle is for a sillay au i've been brainworming for the past week#there's like two mini comics and a fic for it already 😔#twisted looey#I think he should float
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"Mistakes on mistakes until" (my speed of reading is that one day where every planet stands in one line)
2 chapter in nutshell
3 chapter in nutshell
#I keep falling out of world pffht also my hand hates me but I love it so my max is dead ugly doodles#BUT#3 CHApTER#I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO ANIMATE THE MOMENT WHERE JAZZ TOOK OVER#HE WAS SO BADASS AND PROWL JUST :“...Yeah I wouldn't be able to do so myself.... wow..” *and agrees with dying dude about his skill*#HEHEHFGEHGEHGWEW and the bickering starts#Prowl. Do you know what is the lie.#GAH#momu#transformers#jazz#prowl#jazzprowl#Also DAMN GOD YOU ALL WROTE ABOUT TWO VOLUMES OF FICS FOR JAZZ PILOT HUH WOW WHAT A CRAZY FANDOM#cockroachdoodles#Augh I need quiet rest
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tw for panic attack, eyestrain (last page), swears
@tsunochizu's backwards through the snow!! this fic is my lifeblood
this scene's from chapter 15, in which iirc sig is like "ok pebbs is acting weird as hell time to get to the bottom of this" and pebbs wants some modified neuron flies for extra storage (which sig can send him the blueprints for), which ends up in them having a very... exciting video call
also I belatedly realized that the author made designs for sig and pebbs in btts but haha I am not redrawing pages~
this took me over a month I'm not even kidding
*dies*
#rw backwards through the snow#chapter 15#tw eyestrain#eyestrain#panic attack#five pebbles#rw five pebbles#5 pebbles#rain world#rain world art#rw comic#no significant harassment#rw no significant harassment#this was supposed to be a short scribbly thing#because i need to stop being a perfectionist#it kinda worked for the first two pages#fic art#long post#riantart
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OHPOSHERS, DRAW CLAYLEX AND MY LIFE IS YOURS !!!!!
give me your credit card number rn (sorry the canvas is really small i didnt realize i was so zoomed in when i was drawing euaggg)
#im mad at vilevenom cause their claylex fic lowkey got me into this ship grrr#i havent drawn trolls in like a month or two im dying i forgot how to do this#i want clay to drown in techno reef#trolls#trolls world tour#trolls band together#brozone#trollex trolls#king trollex#clay trolls#claylex#claylex trolls#my art
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the dickroy dynamic that lives in my brain is so sexy. two disabled dudes. literally mansplain manipulate malewife. being really nasty to each other. being very loving. tantric violence. ptsd. both knowing fire and the fear of being buried alive. the sweetest eight year old in the world. they both hate each others dads. damian wayne is also there, sometimes
#reading the as yet unpublished roy fic about Nightwing 93 again. he is……. very special to ME#persephone tag#tbd#explaining the intricacies of my rich inner world (trying to portray a realistic relationship between two semi-functional adults)
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admittedly i dont specialize in moshang so perhaps i am simply not seeing the scholarly discussion on the topic but whenever ive seen the idea of airplane being the guy who wrote the sv world into existence and now Lives There acknowledged in any kind of metaphysical capacity its always either been "airplane by writing the world literally created it" or "airplane was getting prophetic visions beamed to him from another world and he wrote that into a book in his" and tbh neither of these has ever really resonated with me. i dont want to overplay his involvement in the higher powers of the universe, but as a writer myself it kinda rankles to have his creative woes, which are covered in the story and are sort of the backbone of The Entire Setting, dismissed in such a way that would rob him of authorship of his own work. his writing does not innately have some power to make worlds into reality, but it's HIS.
to me he is not a god, not a prophet, just a poor author who has had his most successful work plagiarized by extra-dimensional beings who may or may not be fujoshis
#svsss#shang qinghua#the real thing i wanna inspect is how much power does the system have#is it a a member of a group of higher powers? an extension of a god?#or is it just a underpaid corporate slave? a unimportant but perhaps still eager minion?#the dimensional higher powers' version of a .exe?#since i started reading orv it has amused me greatly to consider the possibility that the system exists in a way similiar to the dokkaebi#then there was that one fic where the system was like a manifestation of sy's repression and denial that was fucked up#to me sv as a world is like when i take all the characters from an ip i like#and make them characters in the sims and reanact scenes that compelled me or i would want to see#except if i had the power to also take the souls of the auhor of this work and its biggest hater and put them in two of them sims#and then this made the whole simulation fly off the rails
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🐼 + sweet boy Lucas? 💜
MY PRINCE OF DARKNESS THANK YOU FAE! tagging @ginger-grimm because she loves the puppy pack and @dancingsunflowers-ocs
Would they consider going onto a game/talent show on TV? If so, which one have they always had in mind? i don't think lucas would want to do it (he doesn't like a lot of attention on himself and he's just not a game/talent show type of dude)
Have they ever done something stupid to try and impress someone? he doesn't need to because grace has always been impressed with his accomplishments
Something they collect: video games (seriously his video game collection is the stuff made of legends and liam and mason are extremely jealous of it)
Their theme song: anatomy by kenzie (though he tells anyone willing to listen that his theme song is really return of the mack by mark morrison)
If they get sick easily or not: lucas doesn't get deathly ill (you know the flu or something along those lines); the worst he's ever gotten is a nasty cold
Their go-to destination for a day trip: skate park because that dude is obsessed with his skateboard
If they've ever worked a summer job, what was it was: he got a job working at a local amusement park the summer before senior year of high school (it was a nightmare but he did get free admission to the park on his days off so the puppy pack normally would go there when they wanted to do something fun)
Last year's Halloween costume: batman
Their go-to flavor for anything: cherry
Is there one thing they always manage to break no matter what? What is it? his video game control whenever he's in his competitive zone and liam starts beating him at a game (his temper does not do well with competitiveness)
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i am so obsessed with the fact that out of everyone, runaan is the one who is so fucking Done
i can literally hear him thinking "yeah i've gathered. the walls in this house are only so thick."
#all the reactions here are awesome#callum's about to kill himself#ethari thinks this is the funniest thing in the entire world and he is correct#and rayla's like “ok slow your roll there i thought we agreed on 6 now you're just being crazy”#god i can't believe this is a real scene#i am so blessed#tdp spoilers#tdp s7#sticky fingers#rayllum#moon fam#runaan#tdp runaan#tdp#the dragon prince#continuethesaga#giveusthesaga#i will not shut up about this you know these two have been going at it like rabbits and runaan and ethari absolutely know#i have no patience when will the fics start coming out please y'all i beg of you
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You know what I really love that should be explored in even more Merlin fanfics?
Immortal Leon. Like, you've just got Merlin over there sulking about while he waits for Arthur to return. Then there's just Leon, living his best immortal life, doing the most randomest shit known to mankind
#bonus points if merlin and leon are like fully bonded over the fact that they are the only two people left from their time#i want in depth nostalgic conversations between them over the return of arthur... while cooking some food in an airfryer or something#or EVEN BETTER- leon has learned a bunch of skills over the years and while merlin sticks to himself you have leon having famous careers#like they meet up for their like annual get together or whatever and then leon's just like#“oh yeah i got bored of being a world renowned painter so now i'm just going to go and write some socially critical novel”#basically what i'm saying is i want a fic where arthur comes back and merlin is frantically rushing around and he calls up leon#and leon answers like “hey merlin so glad to hear from you but can this call wait i'm about to perform at my world tour concert”#bbc merlin#immortal leon#sir leon#merlin#arthur pendragon
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most noble ; kento nanami.
pairing kento nanami x f!reader word count 3.6k synopsis your beloved knight nobly defends your honor by participating in a tourney to duel the man who insults you. he does not realize that the reward for his victory is your hand in marriage. content contains medieval royal au, knight!nanami & princess!reader, age gap (reader is 22/nanami is 29), longing!!! it's about the pining!!!, requited unrequited love, romantic tension, nanami being hopelessly in love but feeling undeserving :( author's notes omg can y'all just get ur acts together n marry each other holy shit (make me make a pt. 2, plssss)
Kento Nanami knows that he’s made a mistake, perhaps one so major that not even taking another professional role within the castle will be able to cover it up. Then again, it’s not like him leaving his post the first time around has resulted in any change. Maybe him leaving only to return back to your side once more is precisely the reason why he’s making so many mistakes.
For example, earlier this week, his fingers brushed against yours while handing you your tiara. Or, just before that, he found himself remaining only two steps behind you rather than the traditional three. And maybe he’s just paranoid, afraid that he’s being obvious and overly obnoxious in his displays of affection for you, but he did not earn the title of Head Knight of the Royal Guard for no reason. The king — your father — would not have bestowed such a prestigious title to a man who is not always proceeding with constant caution.
To any visitor of the court, Sir Nanami is just another highly skilled knight, dedicated to protecting the princess. To Nanami, he is a lovesick fool trailing after you, failing to mask his true affections.
No one sees through him, except for the one person who he so wishes were blind to his feelings.
Easily excitable and sweetly endearing, you are the heiress to the throne and future ruler to citizens who adore you. It’s hard not to fall for your charm or the kindness that you bestow upon anyone who comes across your path. You’re considered to be the sun that shines over the kingdom, and Nanami knows of no star that shines brighter than you.
But behind your youthful exuberance and seemingly carefree attitude is a highly perceptive young lady of the court. With your cheery smiles and laughter that seems to flow so easily and rings through the halls of the castle, it is easy to forget that one day, you will be queen, and that you have been raised your whole life to fulfill your royal duty.
It is easy to remember this fact when you’re sitting atop your throne, staring down at him as he kneels.
“You regret it,” you say, absentmindedly tracing the intricate designs carved onto the handles of your seat. You still haven’t learned how to stop moving your hands every time you’re nervous. It’s your only tell; for as well as you can read Nanami, he can read you even better. Your anxiety only causes him to tighten his jaw, his eyes focused on the lower half of your face because this is all his role allows him to do. He should not dare to look Her Royal Highness in the eyes; not at his lowly level in comparison to you.
You frown at his silence, knowing that he’s doing it to raise the barrier between you two. Four years ago, he hadn’t tried to shut you out so firmly, and every day since then, you have spent all your free time wondering why he wants nothing to do with you.
The it you’re referring to could be many different things. “It” could possibly be him leaving his station as your personal knight in order to become one of the king’s advisors. “It” could also be referring to him returning to be your knight. Or maybe you’re talking about the kiss the two of you shared a fortnight before he decided to stop being your royal guard. The kiss that lingers on his lips, even to this day. He doesn’t even have to think hard enough to remember the wonderful feeling of your soft lips pressed against his own, or that saccharine taste of yours that is yours alone; no fruit, no candy, nothing has ever been able to mimic your sweetness. The kiss that never should have been. The kiss, the kiss, the kiss.
Maybe “it” is none of that, or maybe it’s all of the above. He knows you, and you’re not going to clarify because you believe that Nanami is a mindreader, and for the most part, he is. He knows what gowns you favor, and when you’re sleepy during court meetings, and he knows what order you’re going to eat the food on your plate. He knows where you go when you want to be alone (to the horse stables, to be with your beloved mare), and what your favorite tiara looks like, and that you snort when you laugh (but only ever in the presence of those you are truly comfortable with; only ever in the presence of him).
He does not, however, know about his place in your heart.
You wonder if he’s forcing himself to be unaware of your feelings for him. Sometimes, in the corner of your eyes and in your shadow that he follows, you catch him staring at you longingly, hopefully. With a type of reverence that differs from the one grateful citizens show you. This one feels… intimate. A look meant to be shared only with lovers.
Lovers.
You had toyed with the idea four years ago, when you were eighteen and bright-eyed and much too hopeful for your own good. You craved romance and passion, and whichever suitor you came across, you always found them to be lacking, none of them comparing to Sir Nanami. And you knew, with girlish glee, that it is Nanami that you want. And then came that fateful afternoon in the gardens where you kissed him, and you swore that flowers started blooming on the bushes as a result. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining much brighter than ever, and you felt weightless. As if the inevitability of having to rule a kingdom was no longer a point of stress, and the burdens of your royal duty slipped from your shoulders and melted into the dewy grass beneath you. All that existed, for that brief second of bliss, was you and Nanami.
And then, two weeks later, he resigned and decided to work for your father.
His return had come as a surprise to you. During the years he stopped being your knight, you saw him only once a week, if the fates decided to bless you. For the most part, you’ve grown accustomed to only seeing his broad back or a flash of blond hair passing you by in the corridor. You wonder if he knows that he’s your first kiss — your only kiss. Surely he must. He’s spent a good portion of his life ensuring that your virtue was to never be tainted.
“I do not know what you speak of, My Lady.” He says. He speaks so little to you now that you savor the sound of his deep baritone, the smoothness of how words seem to glide off his tongue. Nanami takes something so mundane as talking and turns it into an art.
“You regret the duel.”
And here lies the grand mistake that Nanami cannot figure out how to fix. He believes that being cold to you will perhaps dissuade anyone from assuming how closely he holds you to his heart (his act of emotional indifference towards you is so convincing, even you sometimes believe it), but he’s only human. He is a slave to his emotions — the utterly irrational ones, the ones that make him act a fool — as all men are.
Nanami hadn’t intended on participating in the tourney. He’s nearing twenty-nine, after all. He’s reached the highest status any knight could possibly aspire to, and he no longer is a squire from a commoner family with something to prove. Tourneys are a thing of the past, a memory from his boyhood.
But there are visitors from all sorts of lands who came down for this royal celebration. A lowly lord from a kingdom ruled by Mahito is precisely the type of scum that does a disservice to all men. Crass, vulgar, and entirely immature, Lord Shigemo has a dastardly reputation for never keeping his disgusting comments or filthy hands to himself. And while it was not his touch that threatened your very virtue, it was the perverted proclamations he kept declaring that had Nanami seeing red.
“She’s a bit old for my liking, but I still bet her maidenhood is ripe enough for the taking. I’d love to see her bleed all over my cock.” Lord Shigemo snickers as he loudly announces this, his beady eyes staring right at you. He’s smart enough to not say your name, lest his head end up on a stake outside your father’s castle, but he’s dumb enough to not heed the warnings he’s been told.
The princess is protected by the bravest of all knights, and the most honorable of all gentlemen.
For that comment alone, Nanami is ready to unsheathe his sword and behead Shigemo, but he knows he cannot. There has been no direct threat to you, and Nanami has just enough restraint to remember that his anger cannot get the best of him. He is not to harm visitors to the kingdom, no matter how deserving of punishment they are, because maintaining peace between the lands is of the utmost importance.
But the way your body stiffens and the almost sickly pallor of your face that occur as a result of Lord Shigemo’s verbal transgression is enough to have Nanami pledge his participation in the dueling tourney. He signs his name in the same competition bracket as Shigemo’s, and you’re pleasantly surprised when Nanami kneels down, asking for your favor and a blessing as he goes to represent your family.
“And what has made you so keen on dueling now, hmm? Why, King Gojo has spent the better half of today trying to goad you into jousting with his knight.” You’re teasing him, eyes sparkling, your gibe gentle and without malicious intent.
You’re not trying to convince Nanami to not partake in the tournament. In fact, you take secret pleasure in watching his swordsmanship, even going out of your way to sneak into the training grounds and watch as he practices moves you’re certain he’s already perfected. For a man with so much muscle mass, he moves swiftly and with a sharp, quick precision that does not befit his firm build.
“It is to defend my lady’s honor.” He curses himself for being so forthright with his intentions. He could have told you that it was to honor your family, and it would not have been a lie, but it wouldn’t have been said with the same strong conviction he speaks with now. It is not the king or any of your cousins that he is fighting for; it is just you, only you.
Removing the brooch from your gown, you attach it to the cloth of his shirt that is soon to be covered by armor. It’s a dark blue gem, matching the color your house favors.
“My most noble of all protectors. You have my favor, then, and all my prayers.” As you always do is the real ending to your sentence, but you fear that if you reveal too much, then Nanami will not be able to focus and give this tourney his all. You wonder if you should reveal the prize for winning, but decide against it at the last minute when he dares to look at you, a glimmer of the same affection from four years ago shining in his dark eyes. It’s a similar look to the one he gave you before your lips met his.
The urge to kiss him again rises, your heart thumping against your chest, but all you allow yourself to do is smile at him.
The tourney itself is a quick event. Usually, it lasts far longer than the hour it takes up, and the gambling a tense, exciting affair. With Nanami entering at the last minute, most gamblers changed their bets to go all in on him winning, and for a good reason. He makes quick work of every opponent unfortunate enough to be paired with him, and the only time Nanami truly takes his sweet time is when he comes face to face with an anxious Lord Shigemo.
Even toying with him doesn’t give Nanami much pleasure. Shigemo is a weak opponent, a poorly trained fighter, and a pitiful excuse of a man. Tired of his time being wasted, Nanami has the man shaking underneath the sharp point of his sword within seconds after deciding he is done playing these games. Even after being declared the winner of the whole tourney, an outcome he isn’t surprised at, he doesn’t feel any satisfaction. Flowers and handkerchiefs are being thrown at him as a show of respect and celebration, but only when he looks up into the crowd, his eyes focusing on your smiling visage, does he feel an ounce of pure happiness.
Before he can climb the steps leading to the showbox that houses all the prominent royal families, one of the tourney competitors stops to congratulate Nanami.
“Lucky bastard.” It’s Naoya Zenin, Crown Prince of the neighboring kingdom. Nanami is glad he was not competing in the same bracket as the prince; not because of a difference in skill, but because wounding a Zenin’s pride was considered treason to them.
“It’s just flowers.” Nanami says. He doesn’t understand what Naoya’s fascination with them are, but perhaps it’s the glory of being a victor that he’s envious of.
“Don’t be a fool.” Naoya scoffs. “We all know the real prize that every damn man was trying to claim.”
Nanami is still confused. Of course, Naoya talks incessantly and most of the time, Nanami does not care what the Zenin heir has to say, but he did notice that there were far more competitors signing up for the tourney than previous years. Is there a monetary reward no one told him about?
“So, how much for you to forfeit?” Naoya asks, completely unaware of Nanami's ignorance.
“Pardon?”
He rolls his eyes, as if Nanami is some type of undomesticated animal, untrained to following commands. Nanami wishes he had been placed in the same bracket as Naoya now, treason charges be damned.
“Never mind, then. I’m sure the princess herself will just make an announcement rescinding the reward.” Naoya smirks at the thought of that, and Nanami struggles to fight the urge to demand the prince stop being so cryptic and to just explain what the hell he’s rambling on about. Rescind what reward?
A familiar head of pink hair pops up by his side, and Nanami immediately recognizes his young student. Eager Yuuji Itadori is smiling widely, happy for his teacher, and for once, Nanami is grateful that young Itadori does not know how to beat around the bush.
“Wow, congratulations, Sir Nanami! I had no idea that you wanted to marry Princess [Name]! Will you still be able to train me as Prince Consort?”
Nanami’s blood runs cold. Oblivious to his mentor’s sudden anguish, Yuuji continues on.
“Her Royal Highness was so kind to open the competition for her hand to any class. Of course, some people dared to criticize her and claim it’s because she’s becoming too old to be a maiden so she had to cast a wide net, but I know plenty of ladies who are unwed in their twenties. Will you still be her knight as her husband, or will that role have to go to someone else? Say, Sir Nanami, are you feeling alright?”
You’re beaming with pride at your beloved knight’s victory, yet nervousness at watching him interact with Prince Naoya started creeping in. You start to relax when the Zenin heir walks off, but your peace of mind shatters when you watch Sir Itadori engage in conversation with Nanami. You watch his facial expression tighten, his body tense up, and you realize that Nanami knows. He knows that he has a right to be betrothed to you, and it dawns on you, from his poor reaction, that this is not the outcome he wanted.
Which leaves the two of you here, alone in your throne room. Your father had found your idea of a tournament for your hand in marriage to be a silly one, but he had indulged you because you promised to be betrothed to someone at the end of it. By standards of the court, you’re much too old at twenty-two to remain unwed.
You’ve been plotting ways to get Nanami to participate, even daring to consider commanding him to do so, but never has being a victim to malicious comments ever been as beneficial as it has today. Nanami signed up for the tourney by his own will! His words ring in your ear, looping incessantly as you watch him fight.
It is to defend my lady’s honor.
He does not know the effect that title has on you, at least when it’s coming from him. My lady. His.
“If the idea of marrying me causes you so much ire, I will call off the betrothal at once and relieve you from your knightly duties, as well.” You do not want to do such a thing, but… You love Nanami. You love him so much that if it is your presence that pains him, you will take your leave now.
“No.”
The word comes from somewhere deep within himself, throaty and raw, like it hurts to say it, but it had to be spoken. The fates demand it.
“No?” You repeat, slowly, almost as if the word is something foreign to your tongue.
“Forgive me, my lady. I did not mean to speak out of turn.”
“You do not want to leave me?” You say it softly, but it’s just the two of you in this room. Every word exchanged seems to bounce around the walls, ricocheting, hitting the both of you in the face.
“Princess, it is not a matter of my wants.” Why must you torture him so? While he knows he can never marry you, there was a second of elation that excited his soul at the prospect of being your betrothed. He’s lived a rough life, his calloused palms and hardened heart proof of it. He hasn’t allowed himself to indulge in fantasies for quite some time, but you inspire just enough hope that it stabs him in his heart. Daring to dream of the impossible is a fool’s game.
“Ask me what I want.” You say it firmly. He obliges.
“What is it that you want, my lady?”
“You, Kento.”
No title, no boundaries. You have spoken his name, and that sting in his heart, the harmful side effect of his hope, grows. He dares to look up just a bit more, his eyes staring deep into your own.
All the walls Nanami painstakingly built to separate you two threaten to crumble right before his very eyes. His battlefield tact is of no use here. Had this been any other battle, he would charge forward with his head and sword raised high. Retreat is not an option for a soldier such as himself.
So why does he flirt with the idea of fleeing now?
“I am not deserving.”
“It hurts me when you say that.” And you say it with such a wounded look on your soft features that Nanami knows it must be true.
“I am not even a lord.” He’s fumbling for an excuse, anything to convince you that marrying him would be a mistake. He finds your stubbornness endearing, but he must get you to understand that you will regret marrying him.
“I have no need for a lord.” You retort, almost scoffing at the notion.
“I am seven years your senior.”
“Much better than the suitors decades older than I.”
“You must understand that I am not the gentlest of men. I am not built for care.” The tips of his ears turn red, a giveaway to his shame and embarrassment at the fact.
“I am not fragile.”
Stubborn. You are much too stubborn for your own good.
“I have tainted you.” He chokes out, staring you directly in the eyes. Showing his sins to the broad daylight filtering through the stained glass windows of this room. “I have stolen a kiss meant for your husband.”
“I kissed you! You have tainted nothing, you have robbed no one!” You exclaim, shocked at his misery.
“And now I have stolen your fate.” He continues. “You should not wish to marry a man like me, and you will only come to regret this impulsive decision of your youth if you force this betrothal.”
“Am I forcing you, Sir?” The title seems almost like a mockery, especially after you exchanged it for his given name just minutes prior.
There is nothing Nanami can say that will change your mind, and he realizes this. He realizes the pure selfishness of wanting you to not change your mind, but he is stubborn as well. The tension in this room wraps around the both of you, binding you two together. It’s a battle of wills, now.
Perhaps it always has been.
“You will regret this, my lady.” This is what he says. Inside, he begs of you, please do not regret me.
Satisfied at seemingly having your way, you settle into your throne, leaning back.
“So noble of you to want to save me from what you consider a dastardly fate, but I shall be the judge of that.”
And thus, the engagement period begins.
#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami x you#kento nanami x y/n#one shot#drabble#imagine#jjk x reader#royal au#omg me actually posting two fics in one week? it's the end of the world
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if you like silly gay people in love read @phantom-does-a-thing's They Ain't Casing Out Weddings the clothing descriptions have me in a chokehold
#NOT REALLY SURE ABOUT ETIQUETTE WITH FANART FOR BANG FICS SO LMK IF I'VE MADE A FAUX PAS 🙏🙏#jrwi#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#jrwi chip#jay ferin#polypirates#albatrio#avepharts#genuinely finished the fic and my brain was haunted by the outfits for like two days until i blacked out and drew something#and if there is one thing about me it's that i'm always fucking drawing characters in clothes.#but they are my WORLD. do you understand. anyway hi phantom i'm obsessed with your fics forever and ever they're incredible.
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