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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years ago

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XXV. Epilogue

GIF: Originally posted by @thekingofkawai

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, AMAB oral receiving, penetrative sex (AFAB+AMAB)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hello there dearest readers. Here it is. The final chapter of Remember Me, Special Dreams. I won’t replicate all the sentiments I wrote about in my post here but just know that I love and appreciate every single one of you who has read this story. Until next time, all my love, Saskia ❤️

Sandman Masterlist

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5 Years Later

The weekend bag weighing down your dominant hand is what you focus on as you de-materialise in an eddying haze. Despite having travelled this way countless times, you still get anxious about doing it alone. Getting out of your head by connecting with your senses was a good way of diminishing the feelings but the only thing that could truly banish them was the sight of your destination, the heart of the Dreaming.

It had only been a couple of days but you had missed it keenly.

You taste the fresh, nurturing air as you gratefully inhale a breath. Welcome images of both pure realism and fantasy beam from your optic nerves to your brain. Faint sounds of ripples across the surface of the lake are a soothing soundtrack. Your tension from travelling melts away.

You journey across the bridge that leads to the front doors. Sure, you could have appeared inside the palace but you like the walk to soak in every detail of the approach and converse and check in with Dreamfolk that you see on your way.

You have timed your arrival to coincide with the end of Morpheus' audience hours in the throne room. You take the familiar route to the place now.

With a careful press of your palm, you noiselessly push one of the doors open and slip through the gap. While neither of you can see each other yet, you are aware that Morpheus knows you are here. He would have felt your presence as soon as you re-entered the Dreaming.

You leave your luggage to the side of the door frame and walk to the bottom of the curving staircase. The resplendent glass panels that serve as a backdrop eke gorgeous pastel shades over the marble that makes up the cathedral-like room.

As you look up to where Morpheus sits on his throne, a warm smile touches his rosy lips, one that you cannot help but return.

"My love," his voice oozes with the sweetness and warmth of honey and ginger.

"My Lord."

You ascend the steps, each footstep invoking a growing anticipation. To be close to Morpheus again is your only wish.

Once stood in front of him, he reaches for your hand and brings it to his mouth. His lips touch the ring on your left hand; a silver band set with a black opal. The iridescent speckles in the stone reflect colours of red, blue and green onto his pale skin.

He keeps his eyes locked with yours throughout, enhancing the intimacy.

You pull your hand away gently and rest it on the back of your neck as you are overwhelmed by the feelings blossoming in your chest.

Even after all these years, he is still able to make you giddy and delirious.

"Hi Morpheus," You say shyly.

"Hello, Y/N." He stands and puts his hands firmly on your waist. "Tell me how you are, how were your parents?"

You smile broadly as you mentally recall the weekend you had spent together. Afternoon walks and conversations that lasted long into the night. Wholesome food and non-stop tea drinking. Reminiscing and planning for the future. So much love and affection.

"It was lovely. They were on sparkling form, although they seemed a bit disappointed that you couldn't be there."

"Next time, I promise." He pulls you into an embrace. His clean, comforting scent is a balm.

You mumble your next words against his chest. "I think they might also be starting to notice that I've stopped ageing."

You are melancholy about this; their realisation means it will bring about change and you have grown quite accustomed to your life in its current guise.

"Do you regret your decision?" He whispers.

Pulling away, you cup his jaw with a hand. "Not at all. I promised forever in our wedding vows."

"And I promised to support you in times of difficulty.”

"It's okay. We always knew this day would come."

"We should decide what to tell them."

"I agree,” you lighten your tone. “But first, you must let me know how you have been."

Morpheus looks wistful. "I have missed you, My Queen, as I always do when we are apart."

"I missed you too. Especially at night."

You are referring to the necessary measure where you are shut off from the Dreaming when you spend a night in the waking world. It is something that you know saddens Morpheus, for it brings him great satisfaction to feel you enjoying dreams again after choosing to live predominantly in the Dreaming, particularly the dreams he makes especially for you.

"I thought about you a lot when I was alone," you confess in an afterthought.

Morpheus raises his eyebrows. "Did you think of anything in particular?"

"I think you can guess."

He chuckles with a playful smile. "I have an inkling but I would much prefer you tell me."

"I would much prefer to show you."

You push on his shoulders to get him to sit once more and then sink down onto your knees. Your long black coat, deliberately reminiscent of Morpheus’ own, pools about you.

“May I?” You ask as you trace an index finger around the circumference of the button on his trousers.

He nods and a little thrill electrifies your core. While it was not the first time you had done things in this room, you always find it exhilarating to be able to pleasure your King atop his throne, and even more so when you are the one taking charge of the situation.

You free his erection and steady it at the base with your hand. His tip is dripping with arousal; you lap at it with your tongue and he gasps.

His reaction makes you grin mischievously. You tease him with little licks and kisses until he is tense with need. He has never begged verbally yet you know that this state is the closest he will get to uttering the words and a cue that he is desperate.

The instinct to quell his torment is all-encompassing.

You open your lips and take him into your mouth. The groan he issues as you envelop him is guttural.

You take in as much as you can handle without bringing yourself discomfort and then look up at your husband. Lustful darkness glints in his eyes. You move.

Dragging upwards, you suck all the way to his swollen tip, swirl your tongue around and then dip back down. You repeat this at various speeds and pressures, and use your hands to provide extra sensation. Scandalous, wet noises and breathy panting fill your ears and turn you on.

You slow a little and peek up at Morpheus. His hands are gripping the arms of the throne, clearly showing the strain he is bearing in order to keep himself under control. You know that he wants to let his hips rise up. You tighten your lips and move faster to compensate. He begins to twitch.

“Y/N,” he calls.

You withdraw.

"I want you in my lap."

You stand, and as you do so the clothes covering your body dissolve into nothing. It is a feat that never fails to impress you.

Morpheus moves to sit further forward on the throne and you place yourself so your thighs are either side of his hips. His expectant expression and the feeling of skin on skin makes you quiver with delight.

You fix your attention on the enchanting, exquisite face that you adore, at the person you love so dearly and your heart stumbles. You sometimes wonder how the universe pulled this off however you are glad it managed to.

Morpheus draws your face to his and you kiss deeply, running your fingers through his wild, wispy locks. His own fingers massage your breasts and your nipples harden against his soft palms.

Without breaking the kiss, you position your entrance to hover over his cock. You pull back and look deep into Morpheus’ bottomless blue eyes.

"Do it," he says darkly, as his smouldering gaze consumes you.

You drop down with a controlled flex of your leg muscles.

The groan that rumbles in his chest is like the growl of a jaguar. Your own groan is higher in pitch but just as vehement.

You find a rhythm; a shallow yet sensual one that keeps you from knocking your knees or Morpheus' back into the upright of the seat.

You stare at each other with wonder. All that pent up longing seeps away, replaced by relief.

Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder. From your new viewpoint, you have full sight of the place where your bodies are joined. You blink in surprise.

Literal constellations are swirling, dancing on your skin.

Shades of blue, purple and pink highlighted with twinkles of silver, they caress the insides of your thighs, hips. Everywhere that Morpheus’ skin is touching yours.

You have no idea whether he knows what he is doing.

You stop your rutting and raise your head.

"My love?" He questions with concern.

You look down again and he follows suit.

Morpheus sees the galaxies. His lips part in surprise.

He experimentally trails his fingers up your neck and across your jaw. You can’t see however you know that the same is happening because of his expression of fascination.

His hands are then everywhere. Brushing over your lips, eyelids, breasts, stomach, leaving stars in his wake. He's painting you with his very essence. Making you shine with the same radiance of the ceiling above you.

He then places a palm over your heart. “I love you, Y/N,” he intones delicately.

“I love you, Morpheus.”

You kiss again before you grip the back of the chair and lift yourself up a little. Morpheus' hands grasp your hips and making full use of the newly created space, he begins to pump up into you.

Burying your face against his neck, you gasp with every thrust as he hits a spot inside you that makes you feel like you are on the way to losing your composure.

You allow him to do it. You let yourself be swept by his currents, higher and higher into the boundless night sky above you.

He then makes a sound that has been echoing in your mind since the very first time you had sex. A deep, drawn out moan of pleasure that makes your walls start to constrict.

You relish the cooling flood of liquid that he spills inside you and the shuddering of his release triggers your own. Morpheus' long fingers then engulf your clit with sweet friction and your body arches with ecstasy.

You are suspended, floating in the vacuum of space. The stars that float around you, the same as the ones marking your skin.

Your lips are forming a single word. His name, but you can't hear the sound in your current orbit.

Morpheus' voice pulls you back through the atmosphere and down to somewhere more grounded.

He is murmuring praises that tickle the shell of your ear.

You are weak, unable to reply with anything but laboured breaths. Your legs shake so much that you are afraid you will fall if you try to get up. All you can do is cling to him like a koala on a eucalyptus tree.

Morpheus stands, still buried inside you. Your surroundings transform into your bed chamber.

You whimper when you feel your centre of balance shift as he goes to lay you down on the sheets. You don’t want to leave the safety his arms provide.

"Relax, my love," he murmurs.

He lets his cock slip out from your warmth. Pillows cushion the back of your head and cotton meets your bare skin. He clears his release away with a wave of his hand and drapes the covers over your exhausted frame. Suddenly, he is gone from your vision field.

"Morpheus?" You sound fearful.

"I am here, Y/N." He reassures.

He settles into the space beside you. You smile as you feel his hands stroking your face. Soothing you this way was something he excelled at.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

You shake your head, fighting to keep your eyes open. “No, thank you.”

He presses a kiss to your temple.

"Sleep, my love. I will watch over you until you wake."

It was such an inviting idea. The light in the room begins to dim, as if Morpheus has read your thoughts.

You give in to the lull, but before you are drawn under, you grab onto Morpheus’ hand.

"Don't leave me, please," you implore.

He lies down beside you and pulls you flush against his chest with his lithe arms.

His reply is a promise, spoken with his usual sibilance of storm clouds and sea breezes, a promise that would last for eternity.

"I wouldn't dream of it.”

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"So let me sleep where I live. With a murder of crows that live in the boughs of my brain. See me when I float like a dove. The skies above are lined with trees. I'm on my knees, I'm singing please. Come and take me away."

A/N II: A happy ending! Hope you enjoyed it. Would love to know your thoughts. Have a good evening ❤️

Also. Send help. I watched The Boat That Rocked and On The Road last week and I am now more in love with Tom than ever.

Taglist: @pinkcyclewitch @layla2-49 @shoidy-cat @silverhart93 @boofy1998 @dotieeee @ponysboy-sunsets @fangirlmary @littledollll @fatimakinney @jamiethenerdymonster @rosaren2498 @mr-sandman-bring-me-a-dream @madiebear @sandman-33 @sallysal9 @asiludida164 @elf-punk @grungeisntmything @sapphireonline @seninjakitey @emarich7

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owlespresso · 1 year ago

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commissions are OPEN!

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fandoms

I currently am writing for: Final Fantasy 7 (Crisis Core included), 14, 15 & 16, Fire Emblem Awakening, Fates & Three Houses, Jujutsu Kaisen, Trigun, Pokemon (human characters only), Witch Hat Atelier, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail.

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tehrevving · 7 months ago

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Hi! I remember you saying once that you’ve got the sequel for “An Incompatible Coping Mechanism” in your mind where the reader insert has her tongue cut out. That’s so deliciously fucked up and I love it. Any more thoughts about that story rotating in your mind you wanna share? All good if not! Enjoy your night!! ❤️❤️

Hello. Oh my god that was a long time ago. I am so fucking impressed you remembered that. ❤️❤️

I love 15, I love everything about it, except the ending. I get it, Noctis dying is very ‘versus’ and I get it. But Final Fantasy the series as a whole is about defying fate. If the bros and Noctis had spent ages trying to fight his fate, and failed. Then atleast that’s a compelling ending. But it didn’t. No one fought, no one tried and Noctis died.

I finished Incompatible before ep Ignis came out. So I conceived of the whole story before the ep Ignis alternative ending. My thought process was about what can I make happen, with just one OC that could cause everyone to fight harder and have Noctis survive.

My idea was to make Ardyn more evil lol.

In Incompatible, Ardyn is the full on reason for Iggys blindness, not just kind of indirectly. I wanted to give Ignis some proper resentment towards him.

In my story, Ardyn kidnaps Prompto when he does in game, but also kidnaps ‘reader’ during the alternate chapter 13. Ardyn makes Noctis choose between the two of them. She begs for Noctis to choose Prom, that she’ll be fine and so he does. The scene in game where Noctis grabs Prom from the crucifixion thing is so damn powerful I had to keep it.

So Prom ends up scarred, but he’s okay. In exchange Ardyn tortures reader. He cuts out her tongue specifically, so she can’t communicate with Ignis. To inflict maximum pain. So we have Ardyn responsible for blinding and muting Noctis’ friends.

I thought this would encourage, the 4 of them, while Noctis is in the crystal, to fight harder to find a way to save him. I hated in game how easily Ignis gave up, when we all know he would never stop fighting for Noct. And then also encourages Noctis, when he comes back in the future, to never give up.

So he ends up surviving and ushering in the dawn.

I wanna add that I have never had an outline for this. It was my idea for how the series ended, but I never planned to write it. So you’re not all missing out on a big fic that I never ended up getting to.

I have a lot of these for a bunch of stuff I’ve written. So if you’ve gotten this far, ask and you shall receive lol.

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year ago

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KNIGHT'S COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!

Hey guys! Knight here. As all of you know, I’ve been teasing about my plans to do commissions before, and today it's time for me to finally announce that I am officially accepting Ko-Fi commissions for everyone who wants me to create a fic of their own idea, but this time it will be required with a payment. The reason I’ve been doing this is that I hit the point where I do indeed need to save up some income for my college life, and there's a bit of pressure that I’ve been getting from my parents, who want me to save up some money of my own. With that, I decided to use my hobby and interests as one of my sources of funds. I hope you guys understand my situation. My Ko-fi account: knightyoomyoui's Ko-fi Commissions - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page.

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WHAT I'M GOING TO WRITE: NOTE: 1.) I only accept pure one-shots, but I’ll consider inserting one smut part that won’t affect the entire plot. 2.) It could be Idol x M Reader, Idol x F Reader, Idol x Idol, or Member x Member. 3.) The plot could be fluff, angst, or both, and the concepts could be anything you want, such as fantasy, action, mystery, etc. SPEED FANFIC for ($15) = 2k–4k words (This should only have a light plot, with not too many situations going on—a quickie, to be exact.) NORMAL FANFIC for ($20) = 5k–7k words (The plot for this could be expanded, with more situations appearing in detail to either show the aftermath of what happened or a flashback to explain how the characters led themselves in that scenario.) HEAVY-DEPTH FANFIC ($30) = 8k–10k words (In this one, you can go all out. Bring every idea you have in that plot, and I’ll do my best to give it magic. Since this is long, you can freely give me a complete story to create, but make it as exact as you can.)

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For the smut, I don’t allow kinks that present body harm, watersport, foot-sucking, armpit licking, non-con, humiliation, other over the top kinks, or incest, especially for idols who are under 18.

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Expect that if you order SPEED, it will only take like less than a week to be finished, but for NORMAL and HEAVY DEPTH fanfics, it will take much longer, like more than a week but not exceeding up to a month. All of these will depend still in case I do find some struggle with my real-life stuff to prioritize first, so please understand and have some patience for me.

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I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has been supporting me as an author. I may not be a great writer, but I can assure you that I’ve been doing everything I can to improve myself so that I can continue impressing and entertaining my readers and fellow K-Pop fans. I am actually overwhelmed that this hobby that I fell in love with has led me to gain the ability to use it as my strategy to earn income. I wish you all a wonderful day and thank you so much again for reading, especially for those who will have an interest in ordering!

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candycandy00 · 9 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of mine have pretty happy endings!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics.

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

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nyxcaelum · 2 years ago

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My Fanfics Masterpost

These will be sorted by length, and each by fandom underneath. They are all on AO3, I moved all my works to their archive.

I keep this list up to date as good as I can. In this case, all fics unless stated otherwise are written romantically, just to make it easier I use & instead of / for the Ships.

Works in Collections will not be listed each one by one, but instead can be found under the "Collection" tab.

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Rated 18+: All are Sherliam unless noted otherwise

Three Minutes in Heaven

The color of Depression - Albert & Mycroft

Sinful Indulgence

Desire, Flavor, Bliss

On Fire

General Audiences, Teen and Up:

Memories lost at Sea

Watching Fireworks together

Dancing in the Moonlight with you

Between Strawberry cake and coffee

Trigun

And we took the leap (explicit), Vash x Wolfwood

Love your next like you love your coffee, with or without milk and sugar. (CW: Incest) Plantwood /Vash x Wolfwood x Nai

Bungo Stray Dogs

Soukoku:

Kissing Strangers

Addictive Whispering

Oda & Ango:

A Promise of a lifetime

Sunshine & Pancakes

I´ve always liked you, you know

Hypnosis Mic

A heartfelt talk at dusk - Hitoya & Jakurai

Sugary sweet Sleepover time - Fling Posse Fluff

Drunken Confessions - Doppo & Hifumi

Persona

Signs of Love - Protag/Akira & Akechi

Arknights

Cold, cold, twisted hearts and an unusual proposition - Doctor & SilverAsh & Gnosis

Sk8 the Infinity

Usagi to Yuki - Reki & Langa

Prickly like Soda, Sweet like Juice - Reki & Langa - unfinished, probably will never finish it

Shall we Date? Obey me!

Maybe you´re the reason I can´t sleep - MC & Belphie Sleepy Fluff

Idolish 7

A Confession - Tsumugi & Gaku

Vanitas no Carte

Tarte Tatin, for my beloved - Vanitas & Noe

Fate Series

Under the Christmas Tree in NY - Saber & Gilgamesh (was a work for secret santa)

Be naughty and you pay the price- Gil & Gudako R18

Dango, Dango - Miyamoto Iori & Yamato Takeru

In rememberance of a good time gone by - Bazett & Krei R18 + Warnings apply!

Deeds, not words - Ritsuka & Murasaki Shikibou

Oh so bitter sweet, is young love - Gray & Waver Velvet

FMA

And do they? - Roy & Riza

Fairy Tail

A drop of Sake - Jellal & Erza

Tears of Themis

Curry together tastes better than having it alone - Rosa & Vyn

Honkai Star Rail

Always make sure to pay your bottoms well - Sampo & Stelle R18

Desire and blood, between spider lilies of another world - Luocha & Blade R18 - Collab Event Fic

Ohh to be the ducky in his tub... - Ratio & Stelle R18

Sleeping Together - NuCarnival Fluff One Shots (All guys)

Tunas DOA & Hunting Dogs Crack One Shot collection

Tunas Genshin Reader Fics (Eng, Ger, and 18+ available separately inside)

Tunas Writing Requests (EN, mostly Prompts Fulfillfing for Fate Series Kink Prompts. Some 18+)

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Oh woe me, my sick heart - Will & Sherlock

In solving Crimes, we find Love - Will & Sherlock

Tales of

The sun and the moon and the stars Mikleo & Sorey mainly

These are all basically German works.

Nur jeweils eine Fic:

When the Devil meets the Fox - BSD Soukoku

Empty Dreams - LoL SettPhel

-> LoL Novel lange Fanfic Collection

Cantarella - Arknights Doctor & SilverAsh

Blindfold of Love - Riza & Roy

Mein Servant und Ich - Fate Grand Order Misc. Geschichten

Rabenschwarz - Tekken Jin & Reader

The little Sweets - My Hero Academia - Ochako & Bakugo

In the name of Love! - Soul Eater - Blackstar & Tsubaki

At the end of a long escape - Resident Evil - Sherry & Jake

Grandiose Stadt - TEWY - OC & Joshua - freundschaftliches Ship

Der der die Sonne stahl - Noragami - Iki & Yato

Winterwunder und blaue Jeans - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien & Marinette

Persona

Schwarzer Kaffee - Protag/Akira & Makoto

About the Pleasant Boy - Nur Goro Akechi

Tales of

Abends in der Taverne - Zaveid & Eizen

Memories of Brother - Eizen & Edna Drama

The tale of the time traveling Girl - OC/Autor Insert & Zaveid

Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy x Reader Short Stories - Collab mit Schwester , mit den 15. Protagonisten

Nacht des Kristalls - Generelles Abenteuer mit Luna, Noctis, Ignis in AU

#fanfiction masterpost #all my works sorted and listed #ao3 fanfic #sooo many fandoms #jesus christ man

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wondereads · 8 months ago

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Weekly Reading Update (04/15/24)

Reviews and thoughts under the cut

The Buried and the Bound by Rochelle Hassan (8/10)

This was a quick reread since I'm going to be reading The Summer Queen, the sequel, and I actually liked this one more the second time around! It has a sort of casual interaction with the fantastical that I love, and Aziza, Leo, and Tristan are all great characters with unique ties to each other. There are some points where I think things are just a little too convenient or rushed, but those mostly happen early on and the plot is cohesive and strong for the rest of the book.

House of Crimson Hearts by Ruby Roe (3/10, DNF @ 50%, 18+)

As I've mentioned, I was excited for this one since sapphic fantasy romances are few and far between. Unfortunately, this book was just a mess. The main characters have wildly inconsistent characterization, and it's so obvious the author wrote in certain worldbuilding elements to make them have sex without working out their issues and hatred for each other. The worldbuilding is atrocious; despite the typical vaguely historical fantasy setting descriptions and the lack of anything like lightbulbs, phones, or really any technological advancement, the final straw for me was the remote control vibrator that made its appearance halfway through. There's absolutely no effort to build a sensible setting for the story, which is barely there in the first place. The actual plot was just beginning when I DNF'd--halfway through the book! An unfortunate letdown.

To Gaze Upon Wicked Gods by Molly X. Chang (CR, 53%)

This was another highly anticipated read of mine and, unfortunately, it's not living up to my hopes. I think a lot of flaws lay in the writing, which is clunky and over-descriptive, taking time away from character and plot developments. The worldbuilding is interesting, but it's inserted in very awkward infodumps, and a lot of the elements that caught my attention aren't being given a lot of page time.

Wolf Gone Wild by Juliette Cross (CR, 33%)

On one hand, this is shaping up to be a brainless, fun fantasy romance, just like I thought it'd be. On the other hand, there is a place for your fandom rants, and your published novel is not it. If I wanted to read about this author's undying love for Reylo or Wolverine, I'd check out their social media. I should not have to slog through a whole chapter of the main character perusing a comic book shop so the love interest can say she's so 'quirky' and 'passionate.' It's unfortunate because the rest of the book is meeting my expectations so far.

Island of Graves by Lisa McMann (CR, 18%)

This is another book with a major pro and con. Pro: Alex instantly gave up searching for Aaron, finally letting Aaron reap the consequences of his actions. Con: Alex instantly gave up searching for Aaron, ruining the cliffhanger of the last book. If you're going to introduce a huge future plot point at the end of a book to get readers to continue your series, you can't immediately backtrack on it. This is a symptom of this series' issues as a whole, desperately trying to maintain the status quo for seven whole books, and stunting the plot and character growth in the process.

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice (CR, 6%)

I've barely started this one, but for now it's just sort of decent. I'm vaguely intrigued by the vampire's story, but it's also tough to get attached when a lot of the details, such as people's actual names, are missing.

#books #reading update #the buried and the bound #rochelle hassan #house of crimson hearts #ruby roe #to gaze upon wicked gods #molly x chang #wolf gone wild #juliette cross #island of graves #lisa mcmann #interview with the vampire #anne rice

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chrismerle · 2 months ago

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Elsa's Writing Commissions

Hey, hi, hello. I'm Elsa, if the title didn't give it away. If the title also didn't give it away, I'm doing writing commissions! Because I am broke. If it puts your fears at ease, I'm not a newbie to this; I've been a professional ghostwriter for years, to the tune of well over 800,000 words.

If you'd like to see any of my writing first (perfectly understandable), then you can look at my #writeblr tag, my (admittedly small) ghostwriting portfolio (NDAs are a bitch), and my AO3 account.

PRICING:

$0.03 per word.

So, 500 words would be $15.

You give me a ballpark of the length you want. So, if you’re willing to spend between $20 and $25, the story will be between 666 and 833 words.

I’ll round down to the nearest $0.10. So if the finished product is 526 words, I’ll report it as being $15.70, rather than $15.78.

I take payments through Paypal or Venmo.

GUIDELINES:

500-word minimum

You don’t need to supply a full outline, but you do need to have some idea of what you want to happen in the story. The longer the story, the more detail I’ll need. If you just want, like, 500 words, then 'X and Y cuddling’ will suffice, but if you want 5,000 words, I’ll need more to go off of than that.

I will write about your OCs, as long as you can provide info on them. This includes fully original, non-fanfiction works.

That said, I will also write fanfic, as long as I know the source material well enough (list provided below).

I will write smut, just double-check any kinks you want first. (I won’t write any involving bodily fluids, poop, vore, or feet, sorry.)

If I’m super uncomfy with the subject matter, I’ll turn down the commission, if only because it would be a really badly written end product.

Sorry, but I won't write self-insert or reader-insert fic.

You can get in touch with me here through DMs and discuss what you're looking for there, or you can ask for my email or Discord if you would like to discuss it away from tumblr.

FANDOM LIST (below the cut):

Kingdom Hearts (not Back Cover or Union)

Final Fantasy VII (original Compilation or Remake)

Final Fantasy XV

Persona 5, vanilla or Royal

Persona 4, vanilla only

Dragon Age (games only)

Mass Effect

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Avatar: The Last Airbender (original series only)

Good Omens (book or show)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (games or movie, not the books)

Who Killed Markiplier? and related series

The Legend of Zelda (OoT, MM, TP, SS, or BotW only)

Star Wars (movies only)

Power Rangers, Ninja Storm and Dino Thunder

Yuri! On Ice

Fullmetal Alchemist, original anime or Brotherhood

Black Butler, anime or manga

Transformers, cartoons, anime, and live action movies

Critical Role campaign 2

Subnautica

The Sandman (Netflix series only)

Sonic the Hedgehog (recent movies only)

Howl’s Moving Castle (Ghibli movie only)

EPIC: The Musical

#writing #writeblr #writblr #writing commissions #commissions #commissions open #commission

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chachamaru-s · 3 years ago

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what i write

this blog was created partially as a challenge to myself, partially as a love letter to my friends who gobble up reader-insert stories. this blog will focus on my own personal writings in this sphere, as well as those of others. mostly focused on anime hyperfixations, though other fandoms may make an appearance!

my writing will always be written from second person pov, with the intent to write around unnecessary specifics while sometimes incorporating traits and reader characters that are lesser represented. most, if not all, of my writing will revolve around romantic relationships by default, unless otherwise requested or i get a wild hair up my ass about friendship.

i'm hoping for my writing here to be inspired mostly by requests, of which i will list no hard limits as i take everything on a case-by-case basis. my ask box will always be open for requests. feel free to be as specific or vague as you'd like with your request. if you'd like specific details or demographics for the reader character, let me know. any other beats or topics you'd like addressed, feel free to include those too!

though i aim to focus on my anime interests, i am willing to fill requests for any fandom i have written for before or have sufficient experience with. my non-exhaustive list of fandoms as of now are: inuyasha, jujutsu kaisen, kimetsu no yaiba, boku no hero academia, chainsaw man, fullmetal alchemist, fruits basket, final fantasy 15, avatar: the last airbender/legend of korra, castlevania, the witcher, game of thrones, dragon age, mass effect, the arcana, marvel cinematic universe

keep in mind that in some instances, i am knowledgeable in only specific iterations of or characters from a fandom. again, the list is not complete. feel free to shoot your shot with a fandom not listed here. if for any reason i am unable to fulfill your request, i will let you know.

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animakupo · 7 years ago

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Dearest Heart (Ravus x Reader)

COME ONE COME ALL TO SOME RAVUS FLANGST BROUGHT TO YOU BY A LAMEASS (me) AS REQUESTED BY @aeciru !!!!!!

From the prompt list:

#8: “I don’t need you anymore.”

#20: “Please don’t hurt me like this.”

#59: “You own my heart.”

I did all aforementioned prompts despite having the option to choose just one because there just isn’t enough love for Ravus ok!!!!! I took the liberty to adjust the prompts accordingly to fit with the dialogue though.

ALSO. BOY OH BOY WAS WRITING THIS A CHALLENGE. Ravus and Luna speak in a really eloquent and flowery manner, so I did my best apply such a style and drop contractions here and there whenever I saw fit. I went back and forth with several sections here just to beef up the story and make the relationship and history with Rea more developed and fluid. (((((idk why but i felt pressured to do our boye real good)))))) (i hope i delivered)

(keeping just ravus in character is hard okkkkk)

Speaking of!!!! I read that smol Ravus was actually really nice and kind, so I wrote him as such in the beginning. He becomes the Giant Angst Bean™ that we all know and love later on.

Title was inspired by @birdsandivory who often tags posts relating to their s/o as “dearest heart.” I thought it was the most DARLING thing ever, so I hope you don’t mind that I took that as inspiration!!

Tagging @thatoneawkwardfanthing and @lokewight who asked to be tagged!

i hope you all enjoy this ; w ;

word count: 5.3k+ words, fluff and angst, soft Ravus and hard Ravus (not sexual ok), spoilers for Kingsglaive

Growing up within the walls of House Nox Fleuret was a privilege that not many were privy to. Luckily for you, your family maintained close ties to the royal family of Tenebrae, thus granting you access to the more personal side of the Nox Fleuret family.

Though you were shy, your parents insisted that you befriend the Nox Fleuret siblings as a show of goodwill. Something about “maintaining peace,” or whatever it was the adults often talked about.

When you were first brought to Tenebrae to meet the nation’s royal family, you were in awe of the region’s majestic architecture — was that an actual castle? — and its signature blue flora, the sylleblossom. Fenestala Manor blew you away in particular, so you were all the more enlivened when your parents explained that this would be your new living quarters.

It was a long time coming, your move to the Manor. After all, you were being groomed to become the Royal Advisor to rising generation of Nox Fleurets.

Upon your arrival at the Manor, Queen Sylva had greeted you personally with the warmest of receptions. She even offered you a brief hug after you clumsily bowed before her. The queen’s friendliness took you aback, but it made you feel all fuzzy on the inside. She was nice.

With Queen Sylva were her two children, a boy and a girl. The female of the two siblings gravitated towards you naturally. She called herself Lunafreya, and she had the sweetest eyes and kindest smile. You regarded her with awe of her beauty.

“This is my brother, Ravus,” Lunafreya introduced as she gestured for you to step closer towards her sibling.

“Welcome to Tenebrae,” Ravus greeted with a friendly smile. “I do hope you enjoy your stay here.”

The different hues in Ravus’ eyes helped you maintain eye contact with him. “H-Hello,” you mumbled timidly. “I’m (Name).”

“What a lovely name!” Lunafreya clapped her hands excitedly as she looked to Ravus. “Wouldn’t you agree, Brother?”

Ravus nodded. “Indeed it is.”

You immediately blushed under their compliments. “Thank you,” you managed to let out, feeling the last of your discomfort crawl away from your skin. These two were good people, you could tell. Even though they were royalty, they welcomed you into their home — into their lives — with open arms.

That was the start of your allegiance to the royal family of Tenebrae.

“Princess,” you called. “It’s time for your lessons.”

“Oh (Name),” Lunafreya hummed from her bedroom. “Can’t we skip for once? Please?”

It had been several years since your life had first become interwoven with that of House Nox Fleuret’s. Since your initial meeting, you had only grown closer to both Lunafreya and Ravus at varying degrees.

Lunafreya was almost always attached to your hip. If she wasn’t busy with her duties, she was accompanied by Gentiana. Otherwise, she was often around you. You had come to love her like a sister and would do anything to keep that divine smile on her face.

On the other hand, you had also forged a very formidable friendship with the elder Nox Fleuret. You were closer to Ravus in age, so naturally, the two of you found a lot of things in common. In the years you had spent getting to know him, you had come to realize that Ravus was very much like his mother.

Unbelievably kind.

Incredibly accommodating.

So, so warm.

You were honored that Ravus felt safe enough around you to let his guard down and not just be himself, but also show his softer side to you.

You wanted to think that you were at least somewhat special to him in that regard.

These days, you weren’t sure what to make of the butterflies that went wild in your tummy whenever you were around Ravus, but spending time with him always made you giddy and caused your heart to race. It was hard not to smile in his presence.

“Your mother would have my head if I allowed another absence, Princess.”

“She would not!” the young blonde retorted as she fixed her fringe in place. “Mother is much too nice for such barbaric extremes.”

“Perhaps not,” you replied, a teasing smile sneaking its way onto your face, “but if Her Highness won’t have my head, then it will be your brother who may scold me if I continue to be soft on you.”

“That won’t happen,” Lunafreya assured you, a knowing smirk on her otherwise delicate face. “Ravus adores you.”

You immediately flushed at her statement. “H-He…! He does not!”

“Oh, but he does. In fact, Ravus-”

“Are you speaking ill of me again, dearest sister?” Ravus’ voice interrupted from the doorway.

You spun around to face him, feeling embarrassed that he had nearly caught onto what his sister had been insinuating. “My Prince!” You bowed before him, trying to keep the warmth in your cheeks at bay.

“At ease,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to set you upright again. “How many times must I insist that ‘Ravus’ is enough?”

“My apologies.”

“And how many times must I defend my honor in front of you, brother dearest?” Lunafreya challenged teasingly, staring indignantly at her older sibling with her hands on her hips. “When have I ever spoken ill of you?”

“If we count all the instances,” he said, “then you will most surely miss your lessons, and we cannot allow that, now can we?”

Ravus glanced at you then, his dual-colored eyes holding a playful glint. You took this as a sign to usher your charge out the door and off to her obligations.

“I-Indeed, we cannot!”

Lunafreya threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Ah, I can only take so much when the two of you bully me together! Off I go, then.”

“We-! We weren’t bullying you, Lady Luna-” Your impending apology was cut short with the realization that Lunafreya had already left. Flustered, you turned to Ravus and asked, “She’s not… She’s not angry with me, is she?”

Ravus chuckled, waving his hand to dismiss your fears. “Fret not, dear (Name). My sister merely jests.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Lady Lunafreya will be the death of me one of these days.”

“As she will be for me, as well.”

His reply caused a few giggles to escape your lips. Once your small bout of laughter tapered, you found Ravus to be looking at you with what appeared to be fondness in his eyes. His gaze made you blush, so you opted to break the silence by bringing the attention back to him.

“So how may I be of service of you today, my Prince?” you asked, returning to your well-mannered front.

Ravus sighed at your ignorance of his name yet again. “Yes, I’ve come to you in need of a favor, actually.”

“Oh? A favor?” You looked at him questioningly, your curiosity piqued. “I will do my best to be of assistance to you, my-”

“Ravus,” he repeated sternly, though his eyes remained tender. “When we are in private, kindly refer to me by my name.”

‘I take it back,’ you thought, feeling your cheeks burn all the more thanks to Ravus’ sweet plea. ‘It is the prince who will be the death of me, not the princess.’

“R-Ravus,” you tested, feeling lighter at the sight of elation on the prince’s face upon the utterance of his name from your mouth.

“Much better.”

You had to keep it together to stop yourself from swooning at his dazzling smile. At the age of 15, Ravus had grown well into his body, and by the looks of it, he would only continue to grow as the years go by. His face had matured some from the time when you first met as children, and while his features sharpened, his kindness had not wavered.

Especially not around you.

“U-Um… Ravus. Ahem. What is this favor you speak of?”

“You have heard of the upcoming ball, have you not?”

“Ah, yes.” You nodded, thinking back on the invitations you had glossed over just a few days prior. “The one celebrating our nation, correct?”

“That is the one. May I ask if you will be preoccupied then?”

You did a mental scan of your duties and responsibilities leading up to the ball. “I may need to assist Lady Lunafreya,” you answered, “but otherwise, I will be present at the sidelines in the event that my aid is needed for the remainder of the night.”

“I don’t suppose you would like to attend as a guest of the family?” Ravus quietly proposed.

Your brows furrowed. What need of Ravus required you to attend as a guest of House Nox Fleuret? You would already be present at the ball anyhow, so the invitation seemed odd as it was rather unnecessary.

Regardless, attending as a guest of House Nox Fleuret meant that the festivities would at least be a little more entertaining, what with the company of Lunafreya and Ravus making everything a little more enjoyable.

It also meant that you would by their side for most of the night, and that alone seemed more appealing than having to lurk in the shadows by yourself.

“That is a very generous offer, my- Ravus.” You winced at how your correction made it sound like you had referred to the prince as ‘yours,’ but you trudged on, hoping he hadn’t taken notice of your slip up. “I would be honored to-”

You were stopped by Ravus clearing his throat. “I’m afraid I failed to clarify.” Dusting off imaginary dirt from his sleeve, he added, “Would you be willing to attend the ball as my guest?”

You blinked up at him, caught off guard at the offer. “A-As…? As your…?”

He huffed a little uncharacteristically. “As my date.”

“Ah.”

An awkward silence enveloped the room. On your part, you were unsure as to how to respond to Ravus’ request. While there was no denying that you would be more than happy to accompany him to the ball — as his date, no less — when it came right down to it, you were torn between your personal sentiments towards the prince and what was expected of you as his Royal Advisor.

Perhaps it was because you were in your teenage years — being just a year younger than Ravus — but it was quite evident to you that you had begun to develop some feelings for your charge. It was a bit of a pickle for you, because it became a challenge having to keep your feelings at bay without crossing the line of what was considered proper.

Though your relationship with the Nox Fleuret family was definitely friendly and familiar, it was still encased in decorum and your respective obligations not just to each other, but to the nation of Tenebrae as well.

Thus, Ravus’ proposal practically blindsided you. You weren’t so naive as to presume he harbored some sort of romantic feelings for you as well, but you could hope, couldn’t you? He wasn’t required to bring a date to the ball; you knew, because you helped piece the occasion together. So what was he doing here, asking you of all people to come with him?

Your nerves and apprehension over how to approach Ravus’ offer must have shown on your face, as he immediately backtracked, saying, “You are not obligated to accept, of course.” Was he worried that you would only say yes because you thought you had to? “I am well aware that such gatherings are not to your taste. Thus, my request may be more of a nuisance than anything, so-”

“Yes.”

Ravus’ rambling came to a halt. “I… beg your pardon?”

“Yes, Ravus.” You gave him a bright smile, hoping it would convey enough of your feelings for him to understand. “I would be delighted to accompany you to the ball, if it won’t be too much trouble for you.”

His shoulders practically sagged in utmost relief. “No, never,” he said as a small smile began to bloom on his face. “You are not an inconvenience in the slightest.”

“So…” You looked away, feeling bashful over the how things had unfolded. “I shall see you then, my Prince?”

“You do me the greatest honor.” Ravus reached out to you and delicately grasped your hand in order to lay a soft kiss on it. “I shall see you then, my (Name).”

“Ex-Excuse me?” you blubbered, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer. “Your (Name)?”

“It’s only fair, is it not?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I am your Ravus, and so in return, you are my (Name).”

“Th-That’s-!”

“I shall see you at the ball, dearest heart. Good day.”

And with that, Ravus not only left you a flustered mess, he took with him the rest of your heart as well.

You didn’t really mind, though.

You often look back on that time with much fondness and love. The ball was boring as expected, but being by Ravus’ side for the entirety of the night made it much, much more tolerable. Lunafreya sending the two of you some smug smiles also made for some amusement that night.

Despite the fact that you came as Ravus’ date, neither of you initiated the step to further your friendship into a romance. Both of you merely skirted around your feelings, too shy to do anything beyond the confines of your personal and professional lives together.

Lunafreya often urged you to take the initiative and allow the love between you and her brother to prosper, but you always evaded her prodding. In spite of Lunafreya’s unabashed approval and support, you believed that you were in no position to present your feelings to Ravus and expect some sort of reciprocation in the form of a romantic relationship.

No, you wanted it to come from him. You were merely his advisor and a childhood friend at best. There was no way you were going to burden him with your feelings, not when you were unsure if this was what he really wanted with you. If he was not going to take the step forward, then you would adjust to his pace, as you have done all these years.

You were content with remaining by his side. Whether it be as his advisor, his friend, or his lover… so long as you were with him, then that was more than enough for you.

Things changed just a year later with the death of Queen Sylva and the imperial control of Niflheim over Tenebrae.

Now, years later, you still remain by Ravus’ side. Many things have since changed, such as Lunafreya’s appointment as the new Oracle, as well as Ravus’ new occupation under Niflheim’s invasion.

No longer was he the prince of Tenebrae. Now, he was known as Ravus Nox Fleuret, the High Commander of the Imperial Army.

You still referred to him as your prince, though. Ravus would merely ignore the title as if you had never said it in the first place.

After the death of Queen Sylva, Lunafreya had pleaded with you to place your focus on her brother rather than on herself. You had objected, arguing that both she and Ravus were your responsibility. However, the young girl proved to you just how mature she was beyond her years when she countered that Ravus needed you more than she did.

“There is only so much that I can do for him,” she had admitted to you tearfully. “But you… you are his heart. Please, (Name), I beg of you. Please do not leave my brother’s side.”

“Lady Lunafreya…” You had held onto her as she fell apart in your arms. Right then and there, you swore that you would remain steadfast in your devotion to Ravus regardless of what life would throw at you.

“I promise.”

If only it were so easy.

At present, the young boy you came to know and love was nonexistent in the Ravus that stood before you today. Gone were the warm smiles and gentle eyes, now replaced by hardened glares and permanent scowls.

The death of his mother had clearly changed Ravus. Though you held him close to your heart, you struggled to reach him beyond the icy walls he had put up around his own heart. Still, you stood by him and remained at his side amidst all the changes he went through.

“My Prince,” you murmured timidly, stepping into Ravus’ office. “Your sister requests your presence for supper.”

“Tell her to proceed with her meal,” replied Ravus from a pile of papers he had not looked up from.

“My Prince, if I may.” Shutting the door behind you, you made your way across the room and settled in front of his desk. “It’s been several days since you last shared a meal with Lady Lunafreya. She merely misses your company, and-”

“How many times must I tell you?” Ravus abruptly stood up and sent you a cold glare. Though you had become used to such painful gazes, you had to admit that they still pierced at your heart rather agonizingly. “I am no longer a prince, and you must address me accordingly by my new title instead.”

It was hard to keep your face neutral when the sadness in your heart overflowed for Ravus.

“My apologies, High Commander,” you muttered softly, offering a bow. “Old habits die hard, I suppose.”

“If only some would die easier than others,” you heard him grumble under his breath.

His harsh tone made you wince, but you did nothing to address his statement. Sending him an affirmative nod, you said, “I bid you a good evening, then, High Commander.”

Noticing your wounded look, Ravus softened his voice and called out to you almost apologetically. “Have you forgotten?” He combed a hand through his hair, which had grown much longer over the years. “I am Ravus to you in private.”

So there was still a bit of the old Ravus somewhere in there. The thought made you smile, albeit a bit sadly.

“Please don’t forget to eat something, Ravus.” Your eyes softened as they met his. “Feel free to summon me if my help is required.”

At that, you made yourself scarce, unaware of the look of longing in Ravus’ eyes as he stared after you.

Just a few hours later, Ravus had called for you once more, requesting for dinner. You delivered his meal to his office without a word, only to be stopped by him as he requested that you join him and have a bite as well.

“I’ve already eaten, Ravus.”

“Would you do me the honor of gracing me with your company, then?” He pulled out a chair for you, the hard strain in his eyes growing tender for a few moments.

Only you still got to see this side of Ravus. Only you could do this to him.

“It would be my pleasure.”

The two of you sat there in his office, basking in the quiet. Though no words were shared, the company you offered each other made for a fairly pleasant night.

When word of Lunafreya’s imminent union with Prince Noctis of Insomnia came to light, you grew worried. Not just for Lunafreya, but for Ravus as well. Ever since the death of his mother, he had come to loathe the Caelum line and, in effect, Noctis himself.

His bitterness and rage towards the Lucian royal family had consumed him over the years. You had seen firsthand how such dark thoughts and feelings had changed Ravus, so with the announcement of his sister’s engagement to the Crown Prince, you became distraught over how your own prince would handle the news.

One day, you noticed the younger Nox Fleuret carrying a suitcase as she made her way across Fenestala Manor. She appeared to be dressed for travel, prompting you to wonder what her intentions were. As far as you knew, Lunafreya had no meetings scheduled for today. She made no mention of going out, either.

With your brows furrowed, you caught up to her and asked, “Princess, where are you off to?”

“(Name)!” she squeaked in surprise. “I am in need of your help, kind (Name). Please, allow me to leave as I must speak to King Regis immediately!”

“King Regis…?” you repeated, trying to process the growing urgency on her face. “Is this about your engagement to Prince Noctis?”

“It is more than that.” Lunafreya nodded, taking ahold of your hand. “Please, (Name), I must make my way to Insomnia as soon as possible. Will you assist me?”

Your mind scrambled to sort out your thoughts. “I… I cannot, my Princess,” you informed her regretfully, feeling a pang at the frown that took residence on her face. “But it is only because I swore that I would remain by your brother’s side. You remember, do you not?”

“Of course I do. I am eternally grateful for your honor and devotion to Ravus.”

You bit your lip, sending a prayer to the gods above that all would work well. “Still, I cannot simply abandon you in your time of need.” You pulled her to the side and stealthily made your way to the lower floors of the manor. “I may not be able to escort you to Lucis, but I can at least ensure that you find your way out of Tenebrae.”

Lunafreya’s expression brightened at your words. “Thank you, (Name). I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing. Now come, we must make haste.”

Both you and Lunafreya had evaded the imperial guards that monitored the hallways of the manor. Just as you were nearly at the door, the two of you were stopped by none other than Ravus himself.

Snatching Lunafreya from your grasp, he dragged her towards a nearby room, but not before sending you a scathing look.

“And you,” he snarled, “I will have a word with you once I have settled things with my sister.”

The dread that churned at the pit of your stomach almost hurt as more as the pain in your heart due to Ravus’ anger directed towards you.

“What were you thinking?!” he barked, slamming the door of his office.

You opted to create a small distance between you and Ravus, growing cautious of his boiling rage. Drawing closer to his desk, you answered, “I merely offered my assistance where it was needed, Ravus. It is as I have done for you and your family all these years.”

Ravus sneered at your response. “Were you foolish enough to allow Lunafreya into the clutches of our mother’s murderer?”

The neutral mask you wore began to crumble with the beginnings of a frown. “Ravus, I understand that you blame King Regis for the death of our queen, but-”

“Understand? You think you understand?”

This was the first time you had ever truly been on the receiving end of Ravus’ fury. It wounded you deeply, causing you to wither away at his spiteful voice. His build, which had grown sturdier even more, now felt menacing as he towered over you.

Still, you reminded yourself of your promise to Lunafreya, no matter how much Ravus was now hurting you.

“You think you understand what my sister and I have been through?” he continued with a scoff. “Are you so stupid to believe that you are so special simply due to our history together?”

Your eyes began to water by then, but you remained rooted in your spot. “I-I…”

“If that is what you believe,” he snapped, “then you are much more idiotic than I thought you to be.”

This time, you flinched. You kept your head bowed in order to hide the steady stream of tears that rolled down your face. “R-Ravus, please…” you hiccuped, “I know you are hurting, but please…”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING!”

A sob threatened to escape your throat, but you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep it in. “Please,” you whimpered pathetically, “do not hurt me like this, Ravus.”

Your plea seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, for Ravus broke you down even further with one simple but cruel statement.

“I do not need you any longer.”

“Wh-What?”

“You are hereby dismissed of your duties,” he continued, voice devoid of emotion. “Until a more suitable role for you can be found, you will remain at the manor for the time being.”

You were openly weeping by now. “Ravus, you cannot mean this.”

“I do,” he retaliated coldly. “Now get out.”

You lifted your pain-stricken gaze, only to pull away the moment your eyes met Ravus’ seething glare. Where was the Ravus you loved? This wasn’t him. The Ravus you loved wouldn’t hurt you so brutally without any heed to your sensitive emotions. The Ravus you loved wouldn’t strip you of the one thing that gave your life meaning throughout the years.

What were you to do now, if you could not remain by his side?

Sniffling, you shuffled your way towards the doorway where Ravus stood. You lowered your head once more as you bumped against him. But, before taking your leave, you offered some parting words to Ravus that would haunt him forevermore.

“You… You will always be my heart, dear Ravus. I pray that you find peace and happiness.”

In the days leading to Lunafreya’s escort to Lucis, you steered clear of both her and Ravus. Ultimately, you were no longer bound to them, at least by Ravus’ words.

‘I have failed you, my Princess,’ you thought glumly, looking up at the night sky. ‘How can I remain by your brother’s side if he no longer wants me there?’

Soon, Fenestala Manor grew quiet with the departure of the remaining Nox Fleurets as they traversed to Insomnia. It didn’t take long before news of the nation’s fall reached your region, causing you to plunge into a pit of despair as the tragedy sent a blow to your very core.

King Regis, dead. Even the sweet Prince Noctis was said to have passed on. But what truly broke you was the news that your dearest Lunafreya was gone as well.

Maria, who had remained in your company the past few days, could do little to console you as you drowned in your hysteria. This couldn’t be true. You refused to believe it. No, Lunafreya was still alive. She had to be.

And what of Ravus? Where was he now? Had he fallen amidst Niflheim’s betrayal as well?

You didn’t know what to do with yourself.

‘Please,’ you begged to the heavens above, ‘please, keep them safe. They’re all I have.’

Some of your worries had been eased at the return of Ravus. Though he retained his cold demeanor, he brought with him a new prosthetic — one that you couldn’t help but marvel at as you stood before him in his office yet again.

Though news of his arrival had reached you, you had forced yourself to remain at your quarters and not seek him out. With the memory of your last conversation still painfully fresh, you chose not to look for Ravus, providing him the space and privacy he had forcefully set between the two of you.

Your efforts were put to rest when Ravus himself summoned you. Here you now were, avoiding his gaze as you fidgeted nervously in front of him.

The silence was incredibly overbearing, but you feared that if you spoke, he would only lash out at you again. Thus, you kept mum, giving Ravus the floor to voice his thoughts, whatever they may be.

At first, he sighed. Then, with a few careful steps, he approached you. Raising a hand — from his flesh limb, notably — he caressed the side of your cheek in a motion so affectionate, you had to question if this was really the same Ravus you had last perceived before the blatant dismissal of your obligations to him.

“You appear well,” he commented softly, his hand leaving your face.

You couldn’t help but long for his touch. Still, all you could do was nod, feeling as if your voice and words would merely betray you if you tried to speak.

“I…” You could hear his fists clench. “Will you look at me? Please?”

At this, you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Based on the memory of your last meeting, you had expected to see bitter rage in his stare. You were proven wrong, however, as you found nothing but throbbing emotion looking back at you.

There it was. The same fondness he used to look at you with. The same tenderness and affection his dual-colored eyes had always revered you in.

There was also one other thing you found in his soft gaze, but you dared not voice your thoughts in fear that you were simply dreaming.

In his eyes, you found love.

“I am sorry.” His voice broke. The last time you were a witness to Ravus’ tears was shortly after the death of his mother. Now, such waterworks were making a return, though you found it hard to fathom that these tears were due to his own grieving for you.

“I was wrong,” Ravus went on, reaching out to you but stopping short, as if he was afraid you would reject him. You eased his fears by meeting him halfway, reaching up on your heels to hold his face in your hands. “I do need you, (Name). I will always need you.”

His hands enveloped yours as you both cried for each other. “Ravus…”

“I meant none of it. Not a single word I had uttered that day held any truth. Please, believe me.”

“I know, Ravus,” you sobbed. “I know.”

You don’t know what it was that had happened to him in Insomnia to cause this sudden turnaround in Ravus, but you weren’t going to question it. All that mattered was that he was here now, with you.

“I realize now that it was I who was the foolish one. It was always me. Never, ever you.” This large man, whose mere presence held a threatening aura towards his foes, was now a snivelling mess in your hands. “I beg for your forgiveness.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” you assured him tenderly, wiping away the tears that had leaked during your exchange of words. “I am relieved that you, too, are well.”

“I will never forgive myself for hurting you that day,” he admitted, pulling you closer. You felt your lip quiver as you recalled the relentless words he had directed to you back then.

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of such memories. “None of that,” you told both Ravus and yourself. “What matters is that you are here now.”

“There is so much that has been lost, but I will not allow you to be lost to me as well. Not anymore.” He paused for a bit, moving his grasp from your hands to your face, albeit hesitantly. “What you said then, did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“You… You own my heart, (Name),” he confessed at last, leaning his forehead on yours. “I would like to know if your sentiments remain the same, though I know I am undeserving of them.”

A sweet smile began to surface amidst your tears. Carefully bringing your face closer to his, you whispered against his lips, “You are my dearest heart, Ravus, as you have been and always will be. Nothing will change that.”

What lay ahead seemed bleak, what with Niflheim’s rise and the still unknown whereabouts of Lunafreya. But, as you remained glued to Ravus, your mouth locked with his in a passionate exchange, all you could do was melt into him and allow your feelings of love to come undone once and for all.

Come what may, you would remain by his side until the very end. What made it easier this time around was the knowledge that he would do the same for you.

At the end of the day, it was just as Lunafreya had told you all those years ago. You were his heart, just as he was yours.

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Yo! your blog rocks and i see it's only beginning, so im throwing in a request if you can do it ill be on cloud 9. im a Gladio fan so if i can get a fluffy one with him that be swell. like the big man offering flowers to reader from time to time before asking her out. thx XXX

No Name

Part 1/4

Gladiolus x Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Authors Note: Hello Anon! I am so sorry this took FOREVER for me to write. (And when I mean forever— I mean FOREVER) I am sure you moved on by now and left this fandom in your rear view mirror, but I will never leave a request unfulfilled— even if it becomes dusty within my request box. But I hope I can make up for the lengthy time gap by giving you a huge story in return. This is probably the longest fic I have written and published ever in my life! I hope I did your request justice, as well as Gladio! Enjoy!

With all this being said, I am now getting to the other request in my inbox! I am so sorry for the wait everyone. Just know I am doing my best to fulfill your requests! For the time being, lets bring on the Gladio love!! -Rosie

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk. (Slow burn)

Like it and wish to continue? Here is Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The morning after a rough, emotionally tolling evening, always held a bit of a sting. When you woke, it was almost like you had forgotten everything that had occurred. Your eyes groggily drank in the cracked pattern of plaster on your ceiling, before trudging down to the split within your curtains. Sunlight fought to stream through the thick fabric, and managed only a bit, giving a small beam of golden light to your bedroom. You sighed, arm falling limply over your eyes in hopes to filter out the small victory the sun had against your curtains. Your alarm hadn't gone off yet, and you had no intentions of getting up any earlier then you already had to.

Motionless you laid, waiting for your body to lull back to sleep. However seconds seemed to drag on more like hours, and your mind began its menial task of compartmentalizing all you had to do for that day.

It wasn't until you finally gave in to your roused state, when everything began to set in again. Disappointment. Sheer and utter disappointment. Not to mention dread. With a heavy sigh, your arm that draped over your eyes shot up and grabbed your phone that rested on your nightstand; still connected to the charger. You were shocked— That even through your anguish, you still managed to put your phone on the hook. That was beside the point. You blinked away the haze within your eyes and read the time that sat in bold white letters against your lock screen. 7:30.

You shifted to sit up, back resting on the headboard of your bed. Unlocking your phone, you sifted through social media, text messages, old pictures, you even flittered through little time wasting games that somehow made it onto your phone. You did this, only to avoid the dating app that had started it all. The reason a crashing headache seemed to throb directly behind your eyes.

The gnawing voice in the back of your mind asked that you open it— Check to see if that guy left you a message. Check to see if he even read the one you had sent. However, the logical part of you itched to delete it, removing every last drop from the memory your phone carried. Inner turmoil raged within your foggy mind, and you sat there staring at the app as if it were the devil— coaxing you to do wrongfully. Your thumb came dangerously close to hitting the app in means of opening it— until your saving grace pulled you from the trance.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, a name splayed as a banner at the top of your screen. Prompto Argentium. Your good friend. You had met by pure happenstance in the Citadel, he was lost on his way to meet up with the Prince. One wrong turn had him treading through the opposite wing of the Citadel. Before he knew it he was nearing the Glaive briefing room, with confusion written across his freckled face. You were the one who found him, and kindly walked him to his destination.

It didn't take long for the two of you to become friends, and exchanged information to keep in touch.

With a shadow of a grin on your face, you answered the phone with a trite greeting.

"Hey you, How did the date go? I have been thinking about you all day. Please tell me it went well." Prompto's chipper voice seemed to do more damage then good; absentmindedly rubbing salt within your wounds.

"Terrible, to put it bluntly," You sighed, voice thick. You cleared it and pushed yourself to sit upward, elbows digging into your legs.

"Why? What happened? He sounded like he was it." Disappointment reflected in Prompto's voice, as if he felt just as broken up as you did. Well more like numb at this point.

"He stood me up. I sat at the restaraunt for an hour before giving up. Lets face it Prompto, romance is dead, and hookups are all the rage. No one wants genuine love—" You were silently waving your white flag in surrender to the gods. As if to beg them to stop adding insult upon injury. They won, and you were now fine with that.

"That is not true. It is out there. You just... gotta sift through the bad ones first." He sighed, "You aren't alone. I'm in the same boat. But just because that dude was a loser, doesn't mean all dudes suck."

You wanted to laugh, but swallowed the urge as you swung your feet to hover over the floor. "They do all suck."

"Hey!—"

"Well except you." You shrugged with a hint of a smile. "Look, I am not all bent out of shape about it. Just sucks is all. But I think I need a break from all of that. Its getting to be taxing on my mental health."

"Take care of yourself, girl! Forget about dudes. Tell ya what, maybe we should meet up for lunch. How does Tony's sound? All you can eat bacon—" Prompto was the king at advertising. And damn did bacon sound good.

"Breakfast for lunch— I am in."

****

That night, as you were walking through the halls of the Citadel, gym bag slung over your shoulder— You didn't allow your mind to argue your decision. You deleted the dreaded dating app, and locked your phone. The feeling that seemed to wash over you was strange. While part of you felt freed from the chains that the app held onto you— there was a note of disappointment. But you swallowed it quickly while reaching deep into your pocket and pulling out a small keycard.

You were far from where you truly belonged, edging towards the opposite side of the Citadel from where you usually worked, trained, and dwelt. It was known that there were designated training rooms for those within the Crownsguard, as well as the Royalty. It was also common knowledge that the individuals holding those high positions had keys to enter those rooms. You however, had an in.

As you neared the large gym doors, you glanced around the nearly vacant hallway. It stretched to the left and right of you for a good distance, before branching off to other smaller corridors. Luckily, they were all empty— The only sound came from your approaching feet and the hum from the air conditioning that rushed through metal plated grates near the ceiling. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

Unlike the training room where the glaives all gathered, this one was nicer; more spacious, and air conditioned. To add the cherries on top— It was hardly used. And at 8:30 at night, it remained vacant. The gym was empty, aside for the equipment that was scattered across the wooden flooring. You were in the clear.

Like the past two weeks you had been visiting the Royal Training Room, you made a steady strut to the woman's locker room to change out of your uniform and into something with a bit more flexibility. However, when you approached the door, you were met with a sign. In black bold face letters it read: CLOSED FOR MATENENCE. "Of course," You sighed, head tilting in attempt to stretch the muscles that seemed to bunch up in your neck. There was no other choice but to retreat to the next locker room over— the men's. Not that it mattered of course, there was no one around. You were alone. You walked the few paces to your left and stepped through the door, sliding your heavy gym bag from off your shoulder.

You hardly looked up as you dumped your bag to the floor. But as soon as you did, you caught a flash of movement. Your gaze whipped from the tile to a large man, white towel clinging to the slight swell in his hips. Your eyes raked up the figure, starting at the calves and growing ever so slowly upward. The figure had a tattoo that stretched from his lower back, and painted his tanned skin all the way across his shoulder blades and bled towards his arms. The detailed ink made the shape of a bird and its wings… and could only be owned by none other then—

"Care to explain why you are here?" His gruff voice reverberated off the walls, and spiked the nervousness in your chest. The muscular man turned to look at you, a second towel clenched in his hand; sopping up the moisture from his soaked, dark brown hair. He seemed unbothered that you had walked in on him, post shower and half naked. However he held a scowl that could be written off as deadly— especially for someone who absolutely did not belong there at all. His thick eyebrow slowly climbed up his forehead, thick lips beginning to flatten into a displeasing line.

You caught yourself gawking and swallowed hard before whipping your head towards the floor. Crouching, you snagged the handles of your bag and threw it over your shoulder. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to intrude. The woman's—"

"I am well aware. I'm talking about in general." He was blunt, and shot straight to the point.

"Ah, I am not sure." You were in for it now. And to spoil all of the luck you had rushed in with the past few weeks— you were busted by the Sworn Shield of the Prince. "Again, my mistake, I will leave."

"No you won't. and don't act like you just stumbled in here. I am not an idiot."

Of course not, you wanted to say, there is a key to get in— "Look, It was my mistake. I will just go—"

"How did you get in here?" Gladiolus gruffly asked. You sighed and took two steps closer to the door; back turned to him to avoid his tempered gaze. At least what you imagined it was.

You had an insider's help— at least that was the honest answer. Were you prepared to give that answer? absolutely not. That would just be throwing Prompto under the bus. You swallowed thickly, bolstered up your bravery and straightened your back. Confidence, you've read in a psychology textbook, can sometimes work within your favor. "I'm afraid I cant share that information."

Gladio huffed, clicking his tongue. The towel he had been drying his hair with was thrown to the bench in front of him. "You best, or you will find yourself in a heap more trouble then you are already in. This training room is for authorized personnel only and as much as I admire the Glaive, you do not count."

The back handed, not really, but kind of a compliment made your heart swell. But only for a moment— It was pilfered rapidly by the growing nerves that continued to pulsate through your veins; even despite your desperate attempts to quell it by bolstering fake confidence. You bowed your head and took another side step to the door. "Yes, I know. I don't have ill intentions. I just like the peace and quiet. The Glaive training room is always crowded, loud and I hardly have space to work with. But like I said: I can't tell you anything. I am sorry again,"

Another step had you half way through the small juncture before the door. You were almost free. "You wait for me outside the locker room. We are not finished with this, and you are not leaving. This is serious."

Serious, he acted like using a gym was a grade A felony. But in fear of being hunted down by what everyone knew as one of the strongest men in the Citadel, you rather not take any chances. You gave him a subtle wave of your hand before finally leaving the locker room.

Part of you felt stupid for not running. He didn't catch your face, or at least to your knowledge— and he had no other information. If you made a break for it, then could he really come after you? You weighed out your options, feet nervously stuttering beneath you. Your foot moved towards the door, however as quickly as your mind changed its thinking; it cemented back in place. You balanced on this uncomfortable precipice for what felt like ever— until you made your decision: leave.

You unglued your heavy foot from off the ground, and took your first step towards freedom. But it ended quickly when the locker room door hinges squealed with dread. Instinctually, you whipped your head around. Gladio stood easily 6'6, rippling muscles cascaded up his thick biceps and continued throughout his upper half. The thin, tight, tank top that Gladio wore seemed to leave very little to the imagination. This man was built. And leaving probably meant your demise. But in the same regard— staying could mean the same as well. Again you swallowed the thickness in your throat and you turned fully to face the Shield. "Listen, Gladio. I don't really want trouble. I just came here looking for a peaceful work out. Sorry for barging in on you, and sorry for being here." Your words sounded more confident than you truly felt, which you supposed could be a good thing… after all, Psychology.

"I will ask again, and I want the real answer. How the hell did you get in here?" Did he just fully ignore you? You were growing tired of the constant questioning. Despite the welling of fear that pooled in your stomach, you flashed a cheeky smirk. You learned far more in your Psychology classes than you had ever thought.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave the door unlocked, it would save from all this trouble." You shrugged, head tilting to the automatic locking door. Reverse Psychology. Snark usually got you nowhere. That is what your mother always said in her usual strict, no nonsense tone. And she was always right on every account. But it didn't make it any less appealing to speak that way.

You were lucky to catch the cascading thoughts flooding through Gladio's mind. His amber eyes told the story well. It began with fear, back tracking through his past hour— then a sudden crash of realization-- then the final touch of sharpness when he picked up on your idiocy. "Enough of the games—"

"Like I said Gladio, It was great meeting you, but unfortunately this is beginning to bore me, and I have places to be this evening. Its been swell." You turned on your heels with a little bit of oomph, hair whipping to follow your wake. You trekked with a steady step towards the door.

"Hold it! I didn't even get your name!" he shouted, voice booming against the walls of the training room. You waited for him to grab you and detain you. Which he was more than capable of doing; considering you were in the wrong, committing crimes against the Citadel— even if they did seem insignificant. However that wasn't going to stop you from making a break for it.

You only tilted your head back to respond: "Sorry for being inconsiderate… As unfortunate as it sounds, I was never given a name."

"That's bullshit." His voice flickered away from the strict tone it usually carried. It cracked as if to show a bit of amusement. Were you amusing the Prince's Shield? You knew you were dead meat, and most likely were about to be in a long ass conference with the General, Marshal, and most likely the witness of your heinous crime. Boldness and confidence occasionally worked within your favor, and you were ready to gamble that.

"Says the guy with a name. Catch ya later!" You pushed hard at the gym doors, and quickly made your get away.

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