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hoejosatoru · 2 years ago

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As You Wish

Pairing: Princess! y/n x Royal Guard! Levi

Summary: Y/n is the princess of Eldia, a country facing war from Marley. She is protected by her royal guard Levi, who has been the objection of her clandestine affection since they met. Little does y/n knows, Levi harbors similar feelings for the woman he is sworn above all to protect. When y/n’s father, the King, declares she must marry to save the Kingdom, she is desperate to find a way out... and into Levi’s arms.

A/n: This is a repost bc the first version did not get the love it deserved. I edited it slightly and wanted to put it back out because I love royal guard Levi. Please don’t let it flop tysm <3

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: Y/n’s hair color/texture/skin color is not specified, y/n is put into a forced engagement (brief), Erwin is a little mean at times, panic attack, yearning, threats of taking advantage of y/n, Floch bc he is a trigger warning. virginity loss, fingering, p in v sex, cream pie, soft sex Levi MDNI

It was an early spring day, though winter still held its grip on the chilled breezes that flitted through the air. Nonetheless, it was the first day pleasant enough after a long, cold winter to sit out in the palace garden. You weren’t supposed to come here unaccompanied, but sometimes you just needed a minute to yourself… Well not totally to yourself. Your lady maid, Sasha, accompanied you as she always did, but she was such a good friend and always up for a little mischief, that you didn’t mind.

Your head was tilted back, soaking up the summer rays - as weak as they still were - when a voice cut through the garden. “There you are.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the indignation in their voice.

“Sir Levi,” you put on your most innocent smile, “Care to join us?” Levi was your personal guard, a highly decorated knight appointed by your father, King Erwin. He has overseen your protection for years now, though the rules he was expected to enforce with you had become stricter with the growing conflict in Marley. Levi was a dignified man, who performed his duties with honor and grace. And who took them very, very seriously.

“And where was my invitation when you ran off, princess?” Levi asked, crossing the still-baren garden to the bench where you sat with Sasha. He wasn’t mad, not truly, for he was never mad at you. Exasperated, sure, but never angry. In the years of him guarding you, you two have grown close. Well, at least close as it is appropriate for a princess to be with her knight.

In truth, you thought Levi was very handsome, battle scars and all. You remembered the day your father told you you’d be assigned a personal guard and dreaded whatever fuddy-duddy would be following you around everywhere. Levi was a pleasant surprise, even with his stoicism. You and Sasha had spent that evening whispering and giggling about him.

That was years ago now, and while Levi was still a very serious man, you got to see a different side of him. He was smart and strong, yes, but also kind and gentle. A rare breed of man. Though learning of his true nature only made you more attracted to him, you buried your feelings like the dutiful princess you were. And if Levi liked you anymore than the princess he pledged to serve, he never showed it.

“You looked like you had business to attend to,” you replied.

Levi tsked, “You are my business to attend to. And you’ll catch your death out here.” He handed a shawl to Sasha, too much of a gentleman to place it on you himself, lest he risk touching the skin of your neck or shoulders. Not that there was much exposed for him to touch, but that was Levi for you. Ever careful and calculated.

You pulled the shawl around you, conceding that it was getting a bit cold out. “After all these years Levi and am I still just business to you?” you teased.

“If it’s any consolation, princess, you are my most important business,” he answered without really answering. There was a smile on his face, though, that told you all you needed to know. “Speaking of business, your father has requested to speak with you.”

You groaned. It’s not that you didn’t care for your father, you did. Overall, he was a good man, albeit very dedicated to the crown. You didn’t see him much, except for meals, ceremonies, or when he needed to speak business with you, which wasn’t often. Now with the budding war with Marley, you scarcely saw him. You knew he loved you, that was never a question, but, much like Levi, he took his duties very seriously. You imagined that is why your father favored Levi so much.

“Did he say what he wanted to talk about?”

“You know I couldn’t tell you even if I did,” Levi replied. There was the slightest hint of anxious curiosity in his voice that you only picked up because you knew him so well. It told you he truly did not know what your father wanted to speak to you about. You wondered what could be so serious that he would not even risk sharing with Levi. Anxious energy coursed through you, eager to have an answer.

“Right then, let’s get this over with,” you replied. Levi held his hand out to help you up. Of course, you didn’t really need the assistance, but you never turned town the opportunity to have your hand in Levi’s. Your skin never touched on account of the white gloves you always wore, but it was the closest you ever came to touching him. You could feel the warmth of him even through the fabric that divided you. Dulled as it was, his touch was one of the sweetest sensations you’d ever known.

Levi dropped your hand as soon as you stood, never one to linger. Little did you know, it took all his effort to do so, wishing so badly he could savor your touch. He was too dedicated to his honor and duty to allow himself such pleasure. He felt ashamed of it, for who was he, a lowly born knight, to desire a princess? Not only that, the princess he was sworn to protect. A princess who was beautiful and pure of heart, while he was marred by scars and blood-stained hands. He didn’t deserve you, not one bit.

He did not consider you just business, as you had suggested, rather a good friend. Though admitting so would be inappropriate given his position, so he kept his feelings tightly shut up in his chest. It was better that way, he thought, it was silly to want something he could never have and, worse, to let those feelings affect his ability to protect you. To you, it seemed he was cool with indifference, when truthfully he burned with clandestine desire.

Levi walked a few paces ahead of you, as always. Even within the walls of the Eldian Palace, he took his duty to protect seriously. You admired the way he carried himself; he looked strong despite his smaller size. Mostly, you admired his confidence, for it was earned on merit, not title. Most men you met could not say the same. If he ever felt out of place amongst all the nobility, he never showed it.

How often you wished he was a true nobleman, though. You did not care he was born a commoner in the slightest. In fact, you believed no one could be born into greatness, rather it is something to be earned. Levi, the strongest soldier humanity has ever known, has earned it many times over. However, your birth into a royal family prevented you from acting on such beliefs. Sometimes you allowed yourself to wonder, how different would things be if Levi had been born with a title?

“My lady, are you alright?” Sasha’s voice pulled you from your reverie. She noticed the slight scowl on your face, which you quickly smoothed over to a neutral look.

“Yes, Sasha, thank you,” You replied, “Just wondering what my father wants.” It wasn’t a total life, you were very curious as to what this could be. Your best guess was something war related because everything seemed war related these days. What if your father was requesting Levi for a battle? Would he take him from you? The thought sent you into a quiet panic.

Luckily, you just arrived at the throne room. The guard bowed for you before pushing open the doors for you. Sasha hung back as Levi continued to escort you to your father, who was quietly talking with his military advisor Pyxis. King Erwin quietly dismissed him when you stood before him.

“Good afternoon daughter,” he began, his voice and expression unreadable, “I trust you aren’t giving Sir Levi any trouble?”

“No more than he deserves,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light. Your father chuckled, Levi remained quietly by your side. If you had been looking, you may have caught the corner of his mouth twitching into the slightest smile.

“I’m sure you are making him earn his keep,” Erwin replied, “Now then, do you have a moment to speak with me?” It was all pretense, you couldn’t say no to your father regardless of him being King.

“Of course father,” you replied, feeling your stomach squeeze with anticipation.

“As you know, the issue between Eldian and Marley is getting… complicated,” Erwin began, “It is becoming more evident that a full-fledged war will be unavoidable. Should that come to pass, Eldian will need strong allies.” He paused for a second, as if he expected you to nod along. All you could offer was a quizzical stare, unsure of where he was going. “That is where you come in, my darling daughter. There are other families who are willing to come to our aid, but not for free, I’m afraid.”

“Father…” you began as the realization dawned on you.

Erwin did not wait for you to finish your thought. “I will have you married, y/n, to secure an alliance that will help us end this strife with Marley.” You felt your stomach drop. You knew this day was coming, of course, and you felt lucky it took so long to get here. However, you never expected it to be like this.

Your mother died when you were very young. Your memories of her were vague at best, like trying to recall a dream. There were, however, two things you remembered completely about her: the loving relationship she had with your father and how she promised your marriage would be one of love too. Until now, your father had carried out her wishes. There were noblemen who had requested to court you, but if you were not interested your father would decline their proposals. You, of course, were never interested, for the one who held your heart was the man who was always just a few paces ahead of you. Your eyes flicked to Levi for just a second, finding him staring ahead silently.

“Father… I - you know I would do whatever I can to help our kingdom, but this…” you trailed off trying to find words that wouldn’t offend him.

“There are times we must do things that do not please us, daughter. Such is the price of the crown,” Erwin replied sternly.

“But mother, she promised me-”

“Your mother had no right to promise you that,” Erwin snapped, making you startle, “It was foolish for her to put such daydreams in your head. Perhaps if we were in peaceful times I could entertain such fairytales, but this is reality. There is a war coming and I will not see my kingdom fall over a childish wish. You are the princess, my heir, and this is your duty.”

You kept your eyes trained on the floor, fighting back tears. Your father softened, “I know this is hard, y/n, but these are difficult times. You are of the Smith family, and we have always risen to the occasion. Your mother would be proud of you, as am I.”

You tried to allow his words to ease the sting he had previously afflicted. “Who am I to marry?” you managed.

“That is undecided,” Erwin replied, “There are a few suitors who would make a good match. In two weeks time we will open the palace to the noble families of Eldia for a tournament. This will allow us to review the suitors, their families, and what they have to offer. The event will culminate in a ball, at which time we will announce who shall be your husband.”

There was a slight wave of relief upon realizing your husband had not been set in stone. Perhaps there was some time to get this figured out. “If he is not yet chosen, might I have a say in who I marry?”

Erwin considered this. “I will heed your input, but I make no promises. What is best for Eldia will be done. We will have you married the following day, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

Your heart stopped. The following day? He meant for you to be married in just a couple weeks time. Panic seized you, but you knew there was no point in arguing with your father. His mind was made up, and disagreement would only bring his anger upon you. “May I be excused?” you asked, voice shaking.

“You may. We will discuss this more in the coming days.”

Wordlessly, you turned away from him. You walked as normally as you could to the throne room doors, but the second they shut behind you, you took off. It was unladylike, but you didn’t care. Your body was acting on its own accord. You thought you heard Sasha calling after you, but you didn’t stop. All you wanted was the shelter of your chamber.

Once there, panic seized you. Your mind was a blur with your father’s words. Married in a few weeks to a stranger. Your life was changing in a blink of an eye and you couldn’t bear it. Your heart was slamming against your chest and you were struggling to breathe. You clawed at the bodice of your dress like a caged animal. Levi found you like that when he raced into the room.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” he gripped your arm, providing some much needed support. You couldn’t even enjoy the fact he dropped the honorifics and just called you by your name; a moment you typically treasured.

“Levi - I-I- I can’t b-breath,” you gasped. You pointed to the back of the dress, desperate to be let out of your corset. Normally, this was your lady maid’s task and Levi would dare touch it, but he acted purely on instinct to help you. He was able to loosen the dress enough to access the laced up corset. He worked at the knot, which stubbornly refused to come undone.

“Damn death traps,” he hissed. He pulled out his knife and sliced through the ribbon sucking you in. Had he not gripped your arms you would have fallen to the floor in relief. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves.

“Levi, what am I going to do?” you cried, tears streaming down your face, “Married so soon I- I can’t.” Levi held you stiffly at an arm's length, torn between the desire to hold you close and the fear of crossing a line. He was careful, as always, to not touch your skin where it was not covered.

“It will work out, princess,” Levi replied, sounding unsure, “It is a shock, of course, but you are strong. And your father is wise, I am sure he will make a match worthy of a woman such as yourself.” Levi was surprised how confidently he spoke words he did not know to be true. Well, he did believe you to be strong and your father wise, but this situation was unprecedented. He worried about what this would mean for his place with you, especially if the war became as bad as people suggested. Levi’s stomach churned at the thought of not being able to protect you should the worst happen.

Before you could respond, Sasha barged in, panting. “My lady, are you okay?”

Levi responded, “She was struggling to breathe so I… helped.” Levi struggled to find words, realizing the compromising situation he was in with you. It was improper for him to touch your corset, let alone cutting it open while alone with you. Levi quickly transferred you to Sasha, ignoring the little pang of jealousy as you rested your head on her shoulder in a way you could never with him.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you collected yourself, “I shouldn’t have ran off like that. I just never expected to be married so soon, and to not even know to whom… I don’t know what came over me.”

“It is alright, princess, that is a lot for one day. Why don’t we get you cleaned up?” Sasha suggested. You nodded, feeling like a bath would do you good.

“Right then, I will take my post outside the door. Let me know if you need anything,” Levi said.

“Thank you, Sir Levi,” you replied. Your eyes lingered one another for a moment, before he slipped out the door.

***

The next two weeks the castle was buzzing with preparation for the coming tournament. Your mind buzzed as well with concern and questions for the future. You tried to be hopeful, imagining your husband to be someone handsome and kind, but mostly you were just anxious for what was to come. Your father insisted you spend the two weeks in etiquette classes to ensure nothing was amiss when the great families of Eldia were welcomed to your halls. Normally you would have dreaded this, but it was a welcomed distraction.

Your favorite class was ballroom dancing. Your instructor was a woman and she insisted on Levi standing in for the male part. His hand holding your gloved one, the hold on your waist, it was enough to make your head spin. The excuse to look upon his face was the best part, though. He was more handsome than most men you knew, even with the faded scar down the side of his face. You wished to run your finger across it.

“What are you thinking about, princess?” Levi whispered over the music.

You blushed, looking away from him for a second. It was enough to make you stumble a bit, earning a ‘tsk’ from the instructor. “I’m thinking about how bad I am at this,” you recovered.

“You are a wonderful dancer, my lady,” Levi replied.

“I think your stepped-on feet would say differently,” you said.

Levi smiled softly, “It takes a lot more than that to hurt me.”

The song ended shortly after and your instructor declared class was concluded. It was always a sour moment, but tomorrow the tournaments began, meaning this was your last class together.

“Might we take the long way to my chambers, Sir Levi? I would like to cool down a bit before retiring for the evening,” you tried to disguise your desire to spend more time with him.

“As you wish, princess.”

You walked in silence for a bit, the unspoken weight of tomorrow between you. You couldn’t help but wonder how many moments like this you had left.

Eventually, you spoke. “Has my father told you what his plans are for you after all this?”

“No, my lady, I have not heard,” Levi replied. He was as anxious for an answer as you were. He turned the options over in his mind every night, keeping him into the darkest hours of the night. Either he stays your guard and is forced to watch you with another man, or he is assigned somewhere else would scarcely see you. Both options caused an ache in his chest. “Which would you prefer, princess?” He asked.

“I want you to stay as my guard,” you answered, immediately feeling selfish. What if that is not what he wants? Surely a decorated knight such as Levi would not want to be running after a princess forever. Perhaps there was a woman he cared for, a family he hoped to have. The thought made your stomach twist.

You stopped in front of your chamber door, turning to him to continue. “What I truly want, I cannot have.”

Levi shifted under the weight of your words, feeling pulled to continue the conversation, despite it being improper. “And what is it you want?” His voice was as soft as a breeze on your skin.

You let out a shaky breath, for a second considering spilling your guts to him. But your good sense stepped in before you could ruin everything. “To not be bound to titles and duty. To love freely. Is that such an absurd dream?”

Before Levi could reply, your chamber doors opened, startling both of you. Levi stepped back, hand already on the hilt of his sword before realizing it was just Sasha.

“Have I interrupted something?” Sasha questioned, giving you a curious look.

“Not at all, Miss Sasha,” Levi answered quickly, “Just escorting princess y/n back to her chambers. I shall leave her in your capable hands.”

“Of course, thank you Sir Levi,” Sasha nodded.

Levi turned to you, studying your features for a second longer than he normally would. He knew you were not leaving tomorrow, but starting then everything would change. He wanted to memorize you in this moment, as you were, to hold in his heart no matter what the future held. “Sleep well, princess,” he said, shutting the door and dividing the two of you further.

***

You spent the morning surrounded by different maids preparing you for the day. Your hair and make up was all fussed over to ensure you made a good first impression. Once all was finished, Levi escorted you to the throne room, where your father and his top advisors waited to greet the families. You didn’t speak as you walked and you couldn’t help but feel like there was a strange tension between the two of you. But maybe it was just your nerves about today; you weren’t really sure.

“You look beautiful, daughter,” Erwin smiled approvingly.

“Thank you father,” you replied, taking your place next to him. Levi stood dutifully behind you.

“My advisors and I have identified 3 suitors to look out for,” your father told you. You urged him to continue, wanting any bit of information about who the options of your husband could be. Erwin told you that the Kirstein, Springer, and Forester families were all bringing their sons as suitors. Their names were familiar to you, being some of the most notable families in Eldia, however you did not know the sons. You filed away their names, eager to have faces to match.

Guests started to arrive shortly after. The important families were led into the guest room for a proper greeting. You spent most of the day with a fake smile on as your gloved hand was kissed. It was monotonous, much like all your other royal duties. People passed in blurs and you gave up on trying to remember any names. Finally, though, the Kirstein’s were announced. You stood up a bit straighter, eager to see the first of your possible suitors.

“Princess y/n,” a handsome young man greeted you, “You are as beautiful as they say. My name is Jean Kirstein.” He kissed your hand and you blushed, despite yourself. He was the first man all day to spark even a little of your interest.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Jean,” you replied.

“The pleasure is all mine, princess,” He replied, “I look forward to making your acquaintance.” You responded likewise and felt yourself relax slightly. If all three suitors were as handsome and kind as Jean seemed to be, perhaps this arrangement could be bearable. No one could measure up to Levi, that you knew for sure, but you could settle for the next best thing.

The next suitor you met introduced himself as Connie Springer. He was not quite as handsome as Jean, but seemingly just as kind. You were on the precipice of being hopeful when the final suitor arrived. He wasn’t not handsome, but his face had a smugness to it that you did not like. When he took your hand and kissed it, it made you squirm.

“I am Lord Floch Forester and I look forward to winning your heart,” he said by way of greeting. His words, which you imagined he thought were charming, felt sleazy.

“I look forward to seeing you try,” you replied with feigned sincerity. Levi cleared his throat to stifle a laugh. Floch’s eyes flicked to him coldly, which made you dislike him even more, before moving on. Well two out of three isn’t bad, you thought.

The greetings concluded shortly after and everyone was delivered to the tournament grounds just outside the castle. The day was dull for you. You cared little for jousting, which was what today’s event was. A few duels were held, but mostly for the smaller families. The noblemen would not go until tomorrow. You were relieved for the day to end, returning to your chambers exhausted.

The following day however, you were quite interested in these duels. They were not to death, just to disarm. You were eager to see how the three men would fare. Unsurprisingly, they quickly progressed through the tournament. When they fought each other, Jean beat Connie, but was then defeated by Floch. Much to your dismay, that put him at the top of the tournament. Besides the accolades, he earned the right to fight your best knight, which, of course, was Levi.

“Don’t hold back,” you whispered to Levi before he entered the fighting ring.

He smiled, “I did not plan to, princess.”

You watched anxiously as the fight began. Though you knew Levi’s skills were incomparable, you could not help but worry when you watched him duel. What if something happened and he ended up hurt? The duels were not meant to inflict injury, but accidents happened. If Floch beat him, you knew that he would instantly be your father’s favorite and you could not bear that.

Luckily, your fears were quickly silenced and Floch's sword flew from his hand. Levi disarmed him without so much as breaking a sweat. Levi did not often show his emotions, but there was no hiding his prideful smile. He was so handsome it made you ache. Floch, on the other hand, was seething. He looked at Levi with such contempt it chilled you. You knew a man like Floch was dangerous with a bruised ego.

The next couple days of tournaments passed without incident. Much of it was dull, save for when any of your suitors were involved. You got to know them a little during meal times when they and their families were welcomed into your dining hall. Jean and Connie were pleasant to talk to and seemed to have a genuine interest in getting to know you. Floch, however, barely said anything of consequence to you. He spent his time schmoozing your father’s advisors, which earned many eye rolls from you.

Levi and Floch had no more interactions after their duel, however you often caught him throwing contemptuous stares in his direction. It only made you hate him more. You were sure Levi noticed, but he did not give Floch the satisfaction of acknowledgement, which seemed to only anger him further.

Today, however, you had a reprieve from Floch and the tournaments. It was a day of rest for the visitors and preparation by the palace staff for the ball tomorrow. For you, the day involved the meeting to discuss what suitor would be chosen as your husband. You sat in your father’s throne room with his advisors, hopeful they saw what you did over the last few days.

It was quickly narrowed down to Jean and Floch, as the Springer family did not nearly have as much money as the former two. You expected Floch to be knocked out next, but to your horror, he was discussed enthusiastically. They believed that even though the Kirstein’s had a greater fortune, Floch’s military prowess and large following was more beneficial to the crown.

“You cannot be serious,” you broke in, anxiety rising like a wave inside. The men looked at you, confused. Well, every man but Levi. “Floch is terrible. He would make an awful husband.”

“Mind your manners, daughter, he is our guest,” your father reprimanded, “This is not just about who will be your husband, it is about who can most benefit Eldia if the worst were to occur.”

“But he is awful! How can you care so little for who your daughter is to be married to?” you snapped.

“I care very much who you are married to,” Erwin shot back, “I will not have you disrespect me or my advisors’ judgment again. Now, if you have something productive to add to the conversation you are welcome to do so, but I will hear no more of your personal biases.”

You racked your brain, trying to spin something in your favor. “Well Jean he… his family have been noblemen in Eldia far longer than the Foresters. It would be a great show of strength for Eldia’s history. As you have said, there is no denying their family has greater wealth, which would be most beneficial in a war. Floch may have a following, yes, but all should follow the King because it is their duty, should they not? It would be more prudent for us to ensure the extra funds, should we need them.”

By the time you finished, some of the advisors were nodding and looking less skeptically at you. Erwin softened as well, seeming to truly consider your words. “I thank you for your thoughtful input. We will take them into consideration. Y/n, you will leave us now.”

“But father-”

“I will not repeat myself,” Erwin stated firmly, “This is not proper conversation for a princess, anyways. I told you I would listen to your thoughts on the matter and I have. Tomorrow you will find out who we decide is the best fit for Eldia and you will accept whoever it is with grace. Do you understand me?”

Anger boiled in your stomach, but there was nothing you could do. You already pushed your luck too much. “Yes father.” You stomped out of the room as much as you could without being yelled at. Levi followed closely behind you.

“God I can’t fucking believe they think Floch is the best suitor,” you seethed once out of earshot. “It is like I am nothing more than a pawn in their games. I can’t believe my father is acting like this. This stupid war has made him cold.”

“War makes men unwise,” Levi replied, the closest you have ever heard him come to criticizing your father. “You spoke well, princess, I believe they will truly consider your points.”

You turned to him. “But what… What if it is Floch? You see the kind of man he is, I know it. To be married to someone like him I- I couldn’t bear it.”

Levi’s face hardened, considering his next words carefully. They were near treacherous, but he did not care. He could not bear to see you look so afraid. “My lady, I cannot control who you marry, nor do I care what your father will expect of me after. I took an oath to protect you at all costs and I intend to keep it.”

Tears pressed at the back of your eyes, but you swallowed them back. “I don’t know what I have done to deserve such loyalty from you Levi, but I am eternally grateful. More than you know. But I don’t want to be trouble for you, or hold you back from the life I’m sure you’d like to live.”

“There is no life for me if I am not by your side,” Levi replied. Your heart ached, knowing he did not mean it in the way you wished.

“Thank you Levi. I’d like to return to my chambers now. I need to rest.”

“As you wish, princess.”

***

Preparing for the ball was even more hectic than the first day of the tournament. There were much fewer maids available to get you ready, as they were busy setting up the ballroom. It seemed with every hour, another was pulled away to help with some other issue in the palace. You’d been left with just Sasha who, just as she was about to lace up your dress, was called away. You called after that you could not lace up the back of your dress by yourself, but everyone was too frazzled to listen.

You hoped Sasha would return quickly, but it was getting too close to your time to enter the party to risk waiting longer. Your father was annoyed enough with you, you did not need to add being late on top of things.

“Levi,” you called, “Can you help me with my dress?”

Levi came in cautiously from his post outside your door. “I shouldn’t, princess, it is not proper. I can fetch a maid.”

You rolled your eyes, “There are no maids to fetch. Come on, it is just the dress, not even the corset… Unless you’d like to knife another one of my undergarments?”

Levi blushed and scowled, an expression that made you giggle despite your nerves. He conceded, stepping behind you and carefully lacing up your dress. You spun around, trying to put on a brave smile. “How do I look?”

Levi swore he had never seen a sight so beautiful in his life. However, he settled for saying, “Lovely as ever, princess. Shall we make our way to the ball?” You nodded, allowing him to lead you to your future.

Normally balls were the best part about being royal. You loved to dress up, dance, and chat with other women. They were a fun reprieve in otherwise boring obligations. Today, however, you could not enjoy the pageantry. Conversation felt forced, dancing stiff. You were not in the mood to dance at all, but you knew you had to oblige your suitors. Dancing with Connie and Jean was pleasant enough, given the circumstances. When Floch stepped in, however, you had to fight the urge to physically recoil.

“I suppose this is a practice for our wedding?” Floch smirked.

“Much can be said about you, Lord Floch, but humility is not one of them,” you replied, keeping a faux smile plastered on your face.

“I do not need to be humble, I will be king one day,” Floch replied, undeterred by your slight, “And you will look very good beside me.” His hand slid lower down your back. You were stunned, and angered, by his brazenness. You were just about to tell him off when Levi appeared beside you.

“I believe it is my turn to step in,” Levi said firmly, stepping between the two of you.

Floch scoffed, “I did not know the help got to dance with princesses.”

You seethed. “How dare-”

Levi stopped you, “It is alright, princess. It is a strange occurrence. Nearly as strange as trying to grope a princess in the middle of her ball, don’t you think Floch?”

Floch scowled, but quickly calculated this was not the place to get into it with Levi. He could not risk anything derailing his hopes to be king. “Whatever,” he grumbled before storming off.

“God, he's awful,” you groaned, settling into the dance with Levi.

“Don’t worry about him, princess, just focus on me,” Levi replied soothingly. And so you did, finding yourself calming quickly. Despite how crowded the ballroom was, the way Levi was looking at you made you feel as if you two were the only people there. Anger and despair bubbled up inside you once more at how unjust this whole situation was. There was no one else in the world you wanted more than him.

“Levi,” your voice was but a whisper. You could hardly look at him, scared to see his reaction when you spoke, “I wish it could be you.”

Levi’s heart raced. Did he really hear what he thought he did? “What do you me-”

But before he could finish, trumpets announced your father intended to speak. You stopped dancing, heart racing as you knew his decision was coming.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Elida, it is an honor to have you,” Erwin declared, “It brought me great pleasure to see our kingdom’s finest young men compete these last few days. Marley cannot hope to match the caliber of men we Eldians raise. That being said, I am always looking to strengthen our great kingdom. This is why I have decided to have my daughter, your princess, married. It has been difficult to decide who shall have the honor of being her husband with all the outstanding suitors that have joined us. However, I have decided that Lord Floch Forester is the best choice for the future of Eldia.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet and the room blurred. No, no, no, you thought, this cannot be happening. It took you a second to recognize that your father was calling your name, expecting you to join him. Floch had already managed to make his way to your father’s side, a sinister smile on his face. You went into autopilot, moving your legs, which at present time felt filled with lead, until you were next to your father. The applause of the guest was like static in your ears. Your father said a few more words about Eldia’s future, but you could not hear them over your panicked thoughts.

Eventually the music started again and revelers returned their attention to the party. Floch and your father were talking, giving you a chance to slip away. You made a beeline for the backdoor of the ballroom, running the second it closed behind you. You turned a few times, finding a quiet corridor to collect yourself. You took deep breaths, trying desperately to not have another panic attack. You needed to be clear headed, to think about what to do next.

You had just slowed your heart rate down when you suddenly sensed a presence in the hallway with you. It was the last person you wanted to see.

“Well, well, well,” Floch smirked, “If it isn’t my future wife.” He stepped closer to you, too close.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you snapped. You stepped back, bumping into the wall. You had nowhere to go.

“I don’t want to talk either,” Floch laughed darkly, running a hand up your side. His other hand was pressed against the wall, effectively caging you in.

“Y-you can’t. This is not proper,” you tried, fear prickling your skin.

Floch ignored your words, snaking his hand up to squeeze your breast over your dress. “Oh, but I can. I am to be your husband, you’re mine now.”

“Please, don’t,” you whimpered, as Floch leaned in closer to you. His lips were just inches from your skin when a voice cut through the hallway.

“Get the hell away from her,” Levi demanded, looking as furious as you had ever seen him.

“Levi,” you gasped in relief.

Floch drew back, fuming. “You of all people should not be telling me what to do. You would be smart not to interfere in husband and wife’s business.”

Levi stepped closer, unafraid, “Last I checked, you are not married. The princess is my business, I am sworn to protect her, especially from the likes of you.”

“How dare a common born knight speak to me like that. I will be your future king,” Floch growled, “You will leave my future wife and I alone now. I will not ask again.”

“Ask as much as you’d like, I am not going anywhere until she tells me to,” Levi replied firmly, hand on the hilt of his sword to punctuate his intent.

“You say you are her protector? I have never seen a knight act this way to those he serves,” Floch replied, venomous, “No, this is not normal behavior. You want her for yourself, don’t you?”

You gasped, watching something like recognition flicker across Levi’s face. It was brief, but not lost on Floch. He let out a mean laugh, “How pathetic! You do want her. Or perhaps you have already had her? Maybe I should get her purity checked before the wedding.”

With that, Levi snapped, more furious than he had been even a moment ago. He punched Floch square in the face, knocking him on his ass. “Do not dare question her honor in my presence again. You will not live to tell the tale.”

For all his hubris, you could see a flicker of fear on Floch’s face. He knew Levi meant it and that he could not beat him in a fight. “The king will hear of this,” he shot back, before retreating down the hallway. Coward, you thought.

Levi’s attention turned to you, softening immediately. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No, I’m okay now that you are here,” you replied.

“Thank god,” Levi replied, “I could not live with myself if you were hurt.” Then, Levi did something that surprised you: he lifted his hand and gingerly brushed his fingers against your cheek. You drew in a breath, feeling his skin on yours for the first time. It was better than you ever imagined; you realized then just how much your gloves dulled his warmth. It was like discovering a new color existed or tasting something exquisite after years of only bland porridge to eat. You leaned into his hand slightly, wanting more.

“Levi,” you murmured, “What I said before, I meant. I wish it could be you that could be my husband. I love you, I have loved you for years now.” The words spilled out of you desperately. You wished that if you said them, it would make it true.

Levi looked at you, stunned. “Me? How I am just… me”

You let out an exasperated laugh. “You are as smart as you are oblivious, Levi Ackerman. There is no ‘just you,’ you are the greatest man I have ever known.”

“I… I am just a knight. Low born and scarred. I don’t deserve your heart.”

The sincerity in his voice made you want to cry. Could he truly not see how beautiful he was, inside and out? “I wish you could see yourself as I see you, Levi. You deserve my heart more than anyone, and you have it fully… but I- I don’t mean to pressure you if you don’t feel the same. Do not feel the need to agree just because I am your princess.”

Now it was Levi’s turn to laugh. “Y/n, you are as oblivious as I am. You are my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. You are the ache in my chest and the flutter of my heart. The light to my darkness. And not because I am bound to you by duty, no. I am bound to you by my heart, which has been yours for years now .” You were incredulous. Tears filled your eyes at his words. All this time he has loved you…

“We are fools aren’t we?” you laughed, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Yes, I’d say so,” Levi replied, unable to hide a smile. It was a true, warm smile, something rare from the knight. He was so beautiful it made your stomach flutter.

You heard cheers form the ballroom, which brought you back to reality. “Levi, I-I can’t marry Floch. Especially not now knowing how you feel. I want you and only you,” you said, taking his hands in yours. You wanted to rip your gloves off and truly feel him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

“But I am just a commoner,” Levi murmured, “I am not worthy of you, even if I do love you.”

You scowled, “You are more worthy of me than anyone I have ever met. I will forsake my title; it is not worth having if I cannot have you.”

“I could not ask you to do that.”

“You wouldn’t need to,” you replied, “I would do it without a second thought. You are all I want, Levi. We- we could run away from here. Live a quiet life.”

“With a garden and some chickens,” Levi whispered fondly, adding to the fantasy. It seemed like something he had thought about before, which warmed you.

You nodded eagerly, “Loads of chickens. We could use their eggs to make breakfast every morning. Just you and I, forever.”

“We would have to run away,” Levi replied seriously, “You’d have to leave your entire life behind.”

“I will, right now,” you replied, then groaned, “But where would we go? I would get recognized at any of the Inns around here.”

Levi was pensive for a moment, as if deciding something. Finally he spoke, “My mother left me a cottage when she died. It is in the countryside and no one knows of it. It is not much, but it could work for now.”

“It sounds perfect.”

“But we must leave now,” Levi said, “Before anyone notices our absence. If they find us, it will not be good. Are you sure yo-”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life,” you replied firmly.

With that, you were off, racing through the palace. You arrived at your chambers in record time, throwing as much as you could carry and would practical into a suitcase. You threw in some of your jewels, figuring you could sell them. Levi helped you change into a more casual dress, blushing furiously all the while.

You made your way down to the stables, throwing the few belongings you brought into a cart and strapping it to a horse. Levi helped you onto the horse with him, instructing you to hold him tightly. You’ve never been so happy to follow orders. You did not speak much as you rode, both of you too hopped up adrenaline. You knew what you were doing was dangerous, but not a bit of you cared. It was worth it if it meant you had a shot at a life with Levi.

You weren’t sure how long you rode for, but it did seem you were a considerable distance from the castle when you turned off the path. It was a discrete little clearing, the type you would have to know where to look to find. In the center was a charming little cottage, ivy climbing up the walls.

“It’s perfect,” you breathed as Levi helped you down from the horse.

“I hoped you would think so,” Levi replied, tying the horse to a tree. “I grew up here with my mother.” Levi led you inside, which was as cozy inside as it was outside.

“How have you managed to keep it so clean? You stay at the palace and yet this looks as if someone just left yesterday,” you replied.

“Well my rare days off are spent here cleaning. I also have a friend, Hange, who takes care of the property in my absence. She does not live far from here, but we do not have to worry about her exposing us. Perhaps you can meet her sometime soon,” Levi replied.

“I’d love that,” you replied, “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine.”

Levi went to the fireplace, tossing a few logs in before striking a match. The warmth of the fire felt so nice, you sat on the floor beside him. You sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. However, the thoughts of Levi’s skin on yours began to nag at you. You yearned to feel him again.

“May I try something?” you asked quietly.

“Of course, princess,” Levi replied.

“I have asked a lot of you Levi, but I ask for one more thing,” you said, slipping off your gloves, “I am a princess no longer. Please call me by my name.”

“As you wish, y/n.” Levi watched you carefully discard your gloves and turn to him. You raised your hands slowly, following the magnetic pull towards him. A content smile spread across your face as your fingertips found his cheek. Levi closed his eyes, allowing you to trace the lines of his face. His lips twitched slightly into a frown when you ran your finger across his scar.

“You are so handsome,” you shushed him. He opened his eyes finally, smiling shyly at you. “Can I ask one more thing of you?”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me.”

Levi’s hands found your face, this finger brushing over your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. A heartbeat later, his lips were pressed to yours. If you thought his touch was special, his kiss was indescribable. It was like all the songs and sonnets of love finally made sense in that instant.

Levi pulled away after a moment, though he left his forehead pressed to yours. You were both giggling breathlessly. The way he looked at you made you ache in the sweetest way. You recognized the look on his face instantly: Love. You pulled him into you again, fueled by a need you couldn’t put into words. Levi pulled back, cradling you in his lap while you kissed. You leaned into him further, allowing him to lie back on the floor, with you straddling on top. It was entirely improper and you loved it.

You kissed and touched each other, enjoying the moment you’ve both secretly yearned for. Levi did not protest when you slipped your hands beneath his shirt, feeling the muscles forged by years of fighting. He, however, kept his hands over your clothes, afraid to push things too far.

“Levi,” you mumbled against his lips, “I want you to undress me… to - to really touch me.”

Levi propped himself up on his elbows; his pupils were dilated, but he still looked uncertain. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like we have to if you’re not ready.”

“Please, Levi, I have wanted you for years now. Don’t make me wait any longer,” you implored. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Levi replied quickly, “I just didn’t want to feel obligated or nervous.”

“I only worry that I will not be good enough. I don’t know how to… pleasure a man,” you admitted, looking away with a blush tinting your cheeks.

Levi cupped your chin, making you look at him. “My love, there could be no greater pleasure for me than to just be in your presence.” With that, his lips were on you again, all while picking up with ease. He carried you to the bedroom, setting you carefully on the bed.

Levi knelt beside you, kissing your shoulders before sliding the slaps of your dress down them. He undid the back of your dress with ease, letting the fabric fall to your waist. Levi’s hands moved to your breast, squeezing them softly. You leaned into his touch, moaning softly. You slid your hands up the back of this shirt and peeled it off.

Levi looked to you for permission to slide off your dress, which you gave eagerly. He slid it off your body gingerly, stepping back to admire you. You felt shy under his stare and moved to cover yourself, but Levi stopped you. “I didn’t mean to stare, you’re just so beautiful,” he murmured, climbing over you. He trailed kisses up your body. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me.”

Levi’s lips reconnected to yours as he slipped his fingers between your legs. You’d never been touched there before, save for your own hands, and you melted into him. His fingers were calloused, but gentle, collecting your slick and rubbing over your clit. Your body flushed and squirmed.

“Levi,” you gasped, twisting your fingers through his hair. He kissed at your neck, continuing his ministrations. His fingers pressed at that sweet spot inside you, making your breath ragged. You couldn’t believe how quickly he was able to work you to a near breaking point. You’d sinfully imagined his hands between your legs many times, but this was better than your wildest dreams.

“That feel good, my love?” Levi cooed. The way he looked at you amplified the pleasure you felt. It was so sweet and loving, yet deep with desire. You opened your mouth to reply, but your body went slack. A jumbled moan slipped from your lips as you came around Levi’s fingers. “That’s it, y/n, so good for me.”

You were breathless and your body felt aglow. You pulled him into you, desperate to kiss him more. He continued to move his fingers masterfully over your sensitive clit as you kissed. It served to further fuel the fire in your stomach. “Want you, all of you.”

“And you shall have me,” he kissed you again before sitting up to rid himself of his pants. You blushed at the sight of him, larger than you expected. “You must tell me if it hurts, okay? We can take it slow.” You nodded quickly, urging him to continue.

Levi settled comfortably between your hips. It passed through his mind that it was wrong of him to take your maidenhood before marrying you, but he’d already forsaken all his duties, what was one more? Besides, he could not resist the look you gave him. You made him a weak man. And he would marry you, that much he was certain of.

He lined himself up at your dripping entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you. You sucked in a breath at this new sensation. It was not painful, thanks to his prep, but it was a strange, full feeling. Levi watched you carefully, moving only when he was certain it would not hurt you. You slid your hand in his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

Levi moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to him. The strangeness of it quickly melted to pleasure. The fullness, you decided, was your favorite part, like he was finally as close to you as you wished him to be.

His fingers did nothing to prepare you for the pleasure of his cock. With each stroke stoked the flames of desire in your lower stomach. You loved the stretch, the way he could reach parts of you you never knew existed. You loved how you could feel him throb inside you, hear his breathy moans as your body gave him pleasure. You’d always heard the first time was painful and unpleasant, but this was the sweetest thing you’d ever experienced.

“Lev- nngh fuck- you feel so good,” you moaned. Your fingers were laced in his, gripping tightly. After all the years you wished to hold his hand, you may never let go.

“You’re like heaven, y/n. I could stay like this forever,” Levi huffed, his voice strained. “Want to feel you cum for me again.” He knew you would feel good, which was why your concern of not being able to pleasure him was so absurd, but even he was surprised at how easily you chipped away at his composure.

“‘M close, so close,” you whined, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. Levi’s free hand found your clit again, rubbing circles over it with the pad of his thumb. Your back arched, relinquishing to his touch. “Levi,” you moaned.

“So good, so perfect y/n” Levi groaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of you squeezing him. He followed your lead, cumming into your pussy with a breathless moan. It passed his mind for a moment that if he died right now, he would die a very, very happy man.

Levi stayed inside of you, kissing you while you both came down from your highs. His release was so warm inside you, making you feel impossibly fuller. Perhaps you should think it is gross, but you never wanted him to pull out of you. You giggled into his lips, feeling the most at peace as you had ever been.

“I love you, y/n, with every ounce of me,” Levi whispered, running his fingers along your cheek. His touch and the way he looked at you proved his words. Not that you doubted them when he spoke.

You turned into them, kissing them. “I love you more, Levi, and I will forever.”

You did not know what awaited you or what life would look like, but you didn’t care. Whatever challenges you faced, you would do with Levi at your side and nothing could make you happier.

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snapscube · 2 years ago

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Remember when people were calling you the "long lost McElroy sister"? Do you see the similarity at all, or do you think it's just because you share a similar creative niche (gaming/streaming/comedy) with the McElroy brothers?

Lol, "when" people were doing it.

I still get it to this day, friend, despite my constant protests.

I used to understand, and it was even expected initially if not personally encouraged! There was definitely a period of time where they were my biggest comedic/creative inspirations, and the truth of the matter is that I am a mannerisms sponge. I mimic people around me, and people that inspire me, and whether or not it's more than the average person I have no clue, but I will go through seasons of daily watching a particular personality or creator I'm fond of and/or inspired by and usually come out the other end having picked up certain tendencies VERY quickly, a large portion of those being speech patterns.

There's definitely a segment of my content around 2017/2018 or so where, yeah, you can very much tell I adopted a McElroy-esque speaking pattern directly (like what felt like 70% of other Tumblr users also did lol) and it was both because of how much of their content I was into at the time AND also because at the time I found their output inspiring as someone who was used to more... Loud Gamer forms of comedy, to put it bluntly. So at first I took the comparisons in stride and saw it as a signal of my own growth as an entertainer, and my ability to be funny in a way that wasn't just Loud = Funny.

But the thing you have to know about me, and my time as even a minor public figure, is that this comparison was not the first of its that was constantly levied at me, and it unfortunately was not the last one in the slightest. Some will remember the days in which I was a reasonably renowned "Bill Cipher" impersonator in the Gravity Falls fandom, and the pattern was very similar at the time. I dealt with people CONSTANTLY telling me that, despite all of my attempts to separate myself from the voice work I did as the character, I always sounded Just Like Bill even when I was just using my casual speaking voice. If this sounds familiar to those of you who have only been around since the dubs popped off, it's likely because I also go through the same thing ever since I became known for Sonic impressions.

And then outside of voice work I've had my style of content continue to be compared to the McElroy's body of work and even beyond to the likes of Jerma and other big-name-of-the-era content creators. And I have to once again stress: I am completely self-aware that it is not entirely unfounded. I mean, the most recent one I got was just the other day when on stream someone told me I had a speech pattern similar to Northernlion. And like, I even admitted right then and there.... yeah! That makes sense! I've had NL compilations going into my ears and brain for hours upon hours on end lately. So I don't mean to only complain and say "this makes no sense" with delusions that it's completely baseless. BUT, I guess if I do have to circle around to a point, it would be that, though I can occasionally understand comparisons, I would hope y'all in turn can understand why it might not be an easy thing for someone like me to hear, especially in the way it never really seems to go away? Even if one like Bill Cipher fades out, the whole "SnapCube is just a female version of [insert larger male peer in the content space]" thing is something that cycles along regardless. And I get it, it's human nature to compare and contrast. I do it too! But as someone who is always trying to stand out in what I do and make my own value as an individual known above the cacophony of content saturation, I do implore people to think twice about the language they use when making otherwise favorable comparisons. Recommending my content by saying something like "if you like Jerma/McElroys/NL/etc., then SnapCube gives off similar vibes" makes of a WORLD of a difference compared to "This stream is just something Jerma would do" or "Penny is just a female Griffin McElroy" (both things I have heard almost verbatim, constantly). They approach the same ideas, but one gives me so much more of a chance to like... start off a first impression as My Own Person and not just a derivative Girl Alternative, if that makes sense.

Whoops I talked about this way too much :) Can you tell I think about this a lot LMAO

Anyway here's the obligatory joke response that's been spread before

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 2 years ago

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Levi begrudgingly admitting that he gets a much needed release from fucking but not wanting to ask so instead resorts to huffing and pawing at you until you get the picture. Once he knows you're on board throws everything at you and doesn't stop until his stresses have been well and truly extinguished. send tweet.

we all love needy!levi

also why am i so much faster at smut requests than other requests ajsld;kf

i've written both attention!starved and touch!starved levi but this version of needy!levi is a combination of both

So Needy for Me | needy and touch-starved!levi

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after a stressful day or going multiple days without being able to see you or be intimate with you, levi finds himself needing a much, much needed release. all he can think about whenever he sees you is how much he needs to be against you

but of course, his pride makes him hesitant to ask, which puts him in a sticky situation, especially if you were too busy to pay close attention to the little signs he's giving you. as a result, he becomes even more aloof when he's responding to you (as counterintuitive as that might be), only responding with grunts or grumbles

speaking of signs, when he's this stubborn, levi's not particularly good at communicating them. i don't see him as the type to start brushing up against you or whispering into your ear when he needs a release. instead, i see him throwing snarky remarks at you, such as "what, are you allergic to coming to bed?" if you're taking too long or staying up too late when he's trying to drag you to bed

however, once you do pick up the signs, whether it's from you finally calling him out on his grouchiness or from you simply knowing how he is due to how long you've been together, as soon as you give them the okay, this man is on you

he needs to make sure that he gives special attention to every inch of your body. you're not even able to keep up as his tongue fights with yours for dominance, as his hands roam from pulling on your hair all the way down to planting a firm slap on your ass.

before you know it, he's pinning you down in bed, leaving more than noticeable bite marks on your neck, feeling his hard-on grow more prominent with the more whimpers that he was eliciting from you. as soon as levi hears you call out his name, asking for more, something snaps within him

this man essentially throws you as he flips you over, sticking your ass in the air, a dark and feral look in his eyes as his hands dig into your hips, feeling his cock twitch as you squirm in place, squeezing your legs together in impatience as your wetness begins to drip down your thighs

"so fucking needy for me, aren't you?" he'd say as he gently rubs his tip against you, letting out a small moan himself as he felt your slick on him.

"i'd say you're the one that's needy, lev-"

before you could finish your sentence, he'd slam your hips down onto him in retaliation, his cock entering you fully, the corners of his lips pulling up in a small smirk as he heard you cry out underneath him.

he'd press down on your back, pinning you to the bed and using his other hand to alternate between slapping your ass and playing with your clit, relishing in the fact that he's made you cum for the nth time. any pent up frustration from the past few days of stress and from the past few hours of failing to get your attention was being released all at once, with him drawing closer and closer to his own high with the more sounds that were coming out of you as he continued to drill into you.

the only sounds coming from the room were your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. he'd continue fucking you well past the point of you being unable to comprehend anything other than the feeling of his cock repeatedly pounding into your sweet spot.

"you can take more, can't you?" he'd occasionally murmur to you. you'd shakily nod as you gripped at the sheets. your legs would be shaking and you'd feel a burn in your abs from the amount of times that you've cum, but you knew that it was long from over. with how stressed levi's been the past few days, you knew it was going to be a very, very long night for you.

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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 1 year ago

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Mc and the tooth brushing pictures:

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Yeah, demons may not brush their teeth but idk man, the characters seemingly have good teeth so whateves. I didn't know what to name this so yeah. Anyways this is a cute little drabble idea I had so enjoy!

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Imagine the chaos of brushing you're teeth in the morning at HoL, all the brothers besides Asmo use the same bathroom, Mc has to use that bathroom as well. So the bathroom in the morning is extremely chaotic, everyones cluttered inside the bathroom trying to get their morning routines done. It's a choatic free for all some mornings, but other mornings it can bring great memories. Mc eventually starts taking pictures with the brothers each morning when their brushing their teeth together. Some mornings its just one or two brothers in the picture, some mornings its 3-4 brothers, and some mornings Mc's alone in the picture. It becomes a tradition for Mc, they have to take a picture while brushing their teeth, and if they forget in the morning then they take it when brushing their teeth before bed.

The first time Mc takes this kind of picture is probably when they get up late one morning, when they get into the bathroom they find: Belphie, Mammon, and Levi. The three had there own reasons for getting up late, but they were still up late. The four began to brush their teeth together when they heard the screech of Lucifer yelling at them to hurry up, it was obvious he was getting impatient. Mc decides to pull out their D.D.D and snap a quick picture, so they could reminisce on how they died after Lucifer inevitably killed them for making everyone late to R.A.D. So dramatic Mc. After this rememberable moment, Mc began to take pictures similar to that one, just to have the pictures. Some brothers like Asmo and Lucifer aren't in the pictures at first. When Asmo finds out about the pictures and learns that Mc's been doing it for awhile without him, he's hurt, and he'll make sure MC knows that by being extremely dramatic over the whole ordeal. Asmo may go into the communal bathroom just to be in the picture with Mc, otherwise he'll drag Mc to his bathroom to take his own version of the picture. Lucifer isn't in the pictures at first because he's usually up and ready way before everyone else. The first time Mc gets Lucifer in one of these pictures is during one of the bedtime tooth brushing photoshoots. Mc may have to stay up late to get this picture, or they'll have to get Lucifer to brush his teeth earlier than normal. Mc most likely puts one of these pictures as their D.D.D lockscreen, how many people can say they have a picture of the demon brothers brushing their teeth? Not many because its a weird thing to brag over Mc, but Mc is still going to proudly show that picture off as their lockscreen! Seeing the picture when they get on their D.D.D makes Mc reminisce on the memory which usually makes them smile. The brothers were confused by Mc taking these type of pictures at first, but after explaining why they do it, the brothers begin to understand. Some of the brothers even begin to take pictures like that on their own, they enjoy having pictures to reminisce on as well.

Bonus!: The other characters found out and make Mc take these pictures with them when Mc stays at the Purgatory Hall or the Demon Lord's Castle. Like usual everyone eventually begins to argue over who should be one Mc's D.D.D lockscreen. Mc gets tired of their arguing and comes up with a great solution. Mc gathers everyone in front of a gaint bathroom mirror inside the Demon Lord's Castle, then they make everyone brush their teeth. Mc snaps the picture and only uses that as their D.D.D lockscreen so that nobody complains.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! I have more content coming soon So Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!

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breakonthroough · 1 year ago

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Some thoughts about the differences between manga and anime in the story of Law and Cora.

The illustration for the title is not entirely on topic, it’s just funny how they played up the situation, expanding the moment with touching changes in Law’s behavior - he prepared breakfast for Cora. UwU

As we know, anime adaptations as a rule bring something new to the plot and events of the manga, expanding and complementing them. But sometimes it happens that some manga panels are subject to censorship, or are not transferred to the screen at all. There are many such examples throughout anime, but I am primarily interested, of course, in the story of Law and Rocinante.

In episodes 700 to 706, the anime creators added many additional scenes that expand on the characters and plot. For example, we were shown Rocinante's last fight with members of the Donquixote family. In the manga, as we remember, this was left behind the scenes. We only hear, together with Law, who is sitting in the chest at that moment, only the sounds of Rocinante being beaten by Doflamingo's officers.

The moments of their personal interaction during the journey in search of a cure for Law were also slightly expanded. We saw a little more cute smiles and caring from Rocinante. Especially in the final part of their story. I will never forget this sad and tender look from Cora.

However, to all the good things that happened, some ridiculous and even slightly inappropriate, in my opinion, scenes were also added. At least, it seemed to me that they distorted the image of the character.

For example, the scene of Law being thrown out of the window of the Donquixote pirate base again in second time - why was it so necessary? Wasn't once enough, like in the manga? Add gloomy and cruel senselessness to Corazon’s behavior, increase the degree of his ominous and repulsive aura? Or just for fun? Well I dunno..

Or the scene of Cora-san’s absurd panic over Trafalgar, who had fallen unconscious after his condition worsened.

Of course, I understand that at that moment he was really very scared for him and was upset that the rescue plan would fail, but why was it necessary to add this inappropriate comedy with falling from a cliff and spilling water? To show that Rocinante is clumsy? But this is already understandable, especially since it’s my opinion that he wasn’t THAT clumsy in reality, and, for the most part, he was putting on an act.

But that scene itself was quite tense and disturbing, and certainly not comic.

But the manga scene with Rocinante bandaging himself the wound inflicted on him by the angry boy Law was removed from the anime.

I can understand that they apparently decided to censor the “nudity,” as they did with both Levi and Erwin from Attack on Titan when they similarly removed the wound bandaging scene from the anime.

But at the same time, other characters appeared on the screen with a naked torso quite routinely, so I don’t understand this selectivity of censorship.

Of course, what speaks to me is solely a thirst for justice, and not at all a desire to see his handsome male figure in animation. Hehehe..

But, speaking seriously, this scene had a certain significance in revealing the characters, since it clearly showed what the Donquixote brothers had to go through in childhood and youth. Because, perhaps with a certain degree of probability, Doflamingo also hides somewhat similar scars on his back and shoulders.

Well, this scene also shows Doflamingo’s reaction to his brother’s injury, which is different from the anime version. In the anime, in the presence of other family members, he is quite sympathetic and caringly interested in what happened, how it happened, and advises Corazon to take care of himself.

In the manga, this scene is quite awkward in itself. They both flinch when Doflamingo catches a glimpse of his brother and his wound as he passes by in the hallway. At this moment, when they are "talking", Rocinante stands with his back to his brother, and Doffy looks into the room, and in this communication there is no sense of brotherly care, as it seemed to me. The expression on Doffy's face at this moment is more tense and dissatisfied than worried, which completely changes the entire emotional tone of this scene.

But I will end this mini-analysis on a positive note. Because it was anime episode that gave us that priceless smile of Rocinante. Since in the manga he practically did not smile at all with his real sincere smile. Animators just simply gave us such a priceless treasure ❤️‍🔥

Russian translation below 👇

Некоторые общие мысли про различия манги и аниме, касательно истории Ло и Коры.

(Иллюстрация для заголовка не совсем в тему, просто забавно, как обыграли ситуацию, расширив момент трогательными переменами в поведении Ло — он приготовил завтрак для Коры) UwU

Как известно, аниме адаптация всегда привносит что-то новое в сюжет и события манги, расширяя и дополняя их. Но иногда происходит так, что некоторые панели манги подлежат цензуре, либо не переносятся на экран вовсе. Таких примеров немало во всем аниме, но меня в первую очередь интересует, конечно же, история Ло и Росинанта.

В эпизоды с 700 по 706 создатели аниме добавили множество дополнительных сцен, раскрывающих персонажей и сюжет. Например, нам показали последний бой Росинанта с членами семьи Донкихот. В манге, как мы помним, это было оставлено за кадром. Мы слышим только звуки избиения Росинанта вместе с Ло, сидящим в этот момент в сундуке. Также немного расширили и моменты их личного взаимодействия во время путешествия в поисках лекарства для Ло. Мы увидели чуть больше милых улыбок и проявления заботы со стороны Росинанта. Особенно в заключительной части их истории. Этот печальный и нежный взгляд Коры я не забуду никогда.

Однако, ко всему хорошему, что было, также были добавлены и некоторые нелепые и даже чуть неуместные, на мой взгляд, сцены. По крайней мере, мне так показалось, что они исказили образ персонажа.

Например, сцена повторного выбрасывания Ло из окна базы пиратов Донкихота — зачем она была так нужна? Разве одного раза, как в манге, было недостаточно? Добавить мрачной и жестокой бессмысленности в поведение Коразона, повысить градус его зловещей и отбитой ауры? Или просто для прикола, как мне сказали на одном форуме? Ну не знаю..

Или сцена нелепой паники Коры-сана над упавшим в беспамятстве после ухудшения состояния Трафальгаром. Я конечно понимаю, что в тот момент он действительно очень сильно испугался за него и расстроился, что план спасения сорвётся, но зачем нужно было добавлять эту неуместную комичность, с падением со скалы и проливанием воды? Чтобы показать, что Росинант неуклюжий? Но это ведь и так понятно, тем более, мое мнение, что он был не НАСТОЛЬКО уж неуклюжим в действительности, и, по большей части, разыгрывал это представление. А ведь та сцена сама по себе была довольно напряжённой и тревожной, и уж точно не комической.

Зато вместо этого удалили сцену из манги с перевязкой Росинантом раны, которую ему нанес обозленный Ло. Могу понять, что тут видимо решили зацензурить "обнаженку", как, в свое время, поступили и с Леви, и с Эрвином из Атаки титанов, когда аналогичным образом убрали из аниме сцену перевязки ран. Но ведь при этом других персонажей нам спокойно показывали с обнаженным торсом, так что мне это непонятно.

Разумеется, во мне говорит исключительно жажда справедливости, и нисколько не желание увидеть его красивую мужественную фигуру в анимации. Хе хе хе..

Но, если говорить серьезно, то эта сцена имела определенное значение в раскрытии персонажей, так как показывала наглядно, через что пришлось братьям Донкихот пройти в детстве и юности. Потому что, возможно, с определенной долей вероятности, Дофламинго также скрывает похожие шрамы на своих спине и плечах.

Ну и ещё эта сцена показывает отличную от аниме версии реакцию Дофламинго на ранение брата. В аниме он в присутствии остальных членов семьи вполне участливо и заботливо интересуется, что случилось, как это произошло, и советует Коразону позаботиться о себе.

В манге же эта сцена достаточно неловкая сама по себе. Они оба вздрагивают, когда Дофламинго мимоходом видит брата и его ранение, проходя мимо по коридору. Общаются они в этот момент со спины, и братской заботой от этого общения вовсе не веет, как мне показалось. Выражение лица Доффи в этот момент скорее напряжённо-недовольное, чем озабоченное, что полностью меняет всю эмоциональную окраску данной сцены.

Но закончу я этот мини-анализ все же на положительном. Потому что именно аниме подарило нам ту самую бесценную улыбку Росинанта. Так как в манге он практически совсем не улыбался своей настоящей искренней улыбкой, а тут нам взяли и подарили такое бесценное сокровище ❤️‍🔥

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obey-me-hoe · 5 months ago

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Barbatos as songs from my comfort playlist:

*Disclaimer: my criteria for this was all over the place. Some are because of the lyrics, some are based on vibes, and some my brain just said choose that one 😬 (all the OM! songs are in the playlist too but obviously they don't count)

(This will forever be the JJK trauma song BUT I feel like the vibes fit Barbs. It reminds me of how Barbs is usually smiling but still has this kinda threatening vibe)

(This song makes me imagine something like MC finally gets close to Barbs and when they're alone he drops the "put together" act and lets himself indulge in his desires that he usually ignores as to not distract from his responsibilities)

(This song reminds me of how Barbs cooks a lot and how everyone always says his food is delicious. The whisper parts play into his mysterious vibes)

(BLACK BUTLER SONG FOR THE LESS CUNTY VERSION OF SEBASTIAN. This fits his mysterious vibes as well as giving that kinda old timey vibe since he's old)

(MORE BLACK BUTLER FOR YOU DIET SEBASTIAN. This one is pretty similar reasoning as the last one)

(This makes me think like Barbs is the maestro keeping things flowing smoothly in the devildom under Dia. I also feel like Barbs plays the violin or another type of orchestral instrument which would fit with this songs vibe)

(If Barbs turned out to be a villain this would be the song playing when everyone found out. He'd be laughing like a maniac and the chorus would be playing in the background while everyone was standing there in shock)

Combined OM! Playlist

Barbatos Playlist

Other versions:

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon, Luke & Raphael, Mephisto & Thirteen

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me nightbringer #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #om! barbatos #obey-me-hoe-posts #Spotify

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belphegorspillow · 2 years ago

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That fic where Lucifer received more gifts then the brothers makes me want to shower them all with equal gifts and affection!

Could I request the brothers receiving something handmade from the reader? Like Asmo gets a mini sculpture of himself and a bouquet of flowers, Satan gets a book and a cat plush, etc.

Hi lovely! Yeah of course!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brothers [Minus Lucifer + lil bit of Solomon] get More Valentines gifts from GN!MC link here to part 1 Mammon version [part 1] Beel's Version [part 1]

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A few days after valentines day, Mc would return with a pile of gifts, Solomon was following behind as he was helping Mc with gifts

"What ya got there Mc?" Mammon asked, as he grabbed one gift, going to shake it before it getting taken out of his hands. "Is it someone's birthday or something.."

"No actually, the gifts are for you all." Mammon's eyes lit up a bit as he became flustered.

Mc picked up a small group of presents and handed it over to Mammon, who excitedly started to open them up instantly. The first thing he pulled out was a necklace that had 'My first' engraved into it. The next few gifts of plushies customly made of him and Mc as well as a gold watch.

Mammon blushes and didn't know what to say to Mc. "H-hey...human...the gifts are alright okay!" Mammon responded as he put on the watch and tries to put the necklace on as well. He took the plushies and stared at the hands that were holding each other.

"Mammon..." Levi entered the room as he was grumbling about money that Mammon had taken. Before anything got out of hand, Mc went over and placed a group of gifts in his hands.

"H-huh?" Levi looked at them confused - Mammon took this moment to run away - Mc smiled at Levi. "Sorry for the late Valentines day gifts.."

Levi would open to find a figurine of him dressed up in a Riru-chan costume that was customly made. The next was art made by the official cover artist for the TSL books that had been signed by the author [Simeon] and the artist. The final was the same plushies Mammon and Lucifer had - but it was coloured to represent him and MC.

Levi started to tear up a bit and looks at Mc. "Thank you Mc!" He was happy for the gifts as he felt flustered that Mc cared for a useless and disgusting otaku like him!

Once Levi left, Satan would enter with Asmodeus as they were going to get dinner ready since Asmo needed help with the recipe he wanted to try.

"What's going on here?" Satan asked as he looked at the gifts. "More gifts for Lucifer?" Mc shook their head as they carried the gifts over towards Satan and Asmodeus. "These are for you.."

Satan would open his to find a book of short stories and poetry that was hand written by Mc. The next was a green cat plush that was cuddling a cat in Mc's favourite colour. The final one was a book on spells on how to summon cats to you.

"Thank you Mc." Satan smiled a bit at the gifts. "I really appriciate these."

Asmodeus opened up to first find a small statue of him that was customly made. He would find plushies that were made to look similar to him and Mc while the last one was a bouquet of flowers that had a spell enchanted to prevent it from dying.

"Mc Dear! Thank you so much!" Asmodeus moved to pull Mc into a hug, pressing a small kiss on their cheek as a thank you.

As the two left, Mc would hear a familar growl from a certain stomach.

"Mc!" Belphie called out as he held onto his pillow and Beel had a picnic basket in his hand. "We are heading out for a picnic. Come join us."

"Beel! Belphie! Come here!" Mc called out as they grabbed the last gifts to give each of the twins

Beel opened his to find a charm bracelet that would match with Belphie and Mc. The next was two plushies that looked like him and MC while the final gift was a jacket that was made to help him carry snacks as it had big pockets and it was comfy.

"Thank you Mc." Beel smiled happily as he held the gifts

Belphie would open to find the charm bracelet that matches with Mc and Beel. He would open the next to find plushies that were 2 cows with Mc and his colour schemes. The final gift was a projection that would make stars appear all over his room or anywhere as it was portable.

"Thanks Mc." Belphie smiled at his gifts and held the plushies close.

The twins were going to put their stuff away before going to go with Mc on their picnic.

Mc felt arms wrap around them and looked up at Solomon who smiled at them. "So you aren't going to give me a gift?"

"Sorry. Ran out of budget." Solomon hummed a bit. "You could go on a date with me to make up for not getting me anything on Valentines day. Maybe a kiss." He teased a bit

"Fine." Mc would kiss Solomon on the cheek. " Happy now?"

Solomon blushes a bit at the sudden action - not expecting Mc to actually do it before resting his head ontop of theirs. "Yes. I am."

#obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me #obey me x mc belphie #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me solomon #om x mc #om lucifer #om x reader #om mc #om belphegor #om mammon #om leviathan #om satan #om asmodeus #om beelzebub #om solomon

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the-trinket-witch · 2 months ago

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If you haven't answered this for all or some of them yet: What is their Chapter 7 Dream? And how do they wake?

Related to this post! I'm only doing the students, because Rajesh isn't going to be there for that, and Aadesh is def getting ousted before Ch 7

Anyone who's been to the Airborne Afternoon will recognize the streets they find themselves in. Cherry Blossoms turn the gutters of every street pink with springtime. They'll find him and a Woman they've never met, but can assume who she is, chatting alongside him. He'll casually greet everyone come to save him, and introduce them all to his Mother.

With how simple and casual his dream is, the chance gets taken to equally give the revelation a similar treatment. "I know," he'll say. "Just...give me a few more moments to get it out of my system..."

For Eu, their dream is more or less what is shown in the start of Ch 7, which opens up the chapter to the rest.

Upon landing in Tidus' dream, one would find themselves...in the desert? The sound of metal hitting dirt can be heard a ways off; an excavation site. Venturing down down down at the direction of the other diggers, one will find Tidus, sweat-slick and slamming rock away. all around are lanterns, scrolls and miscellaneous findings from the dig along the way. With one last crumble of stone, something gives way under Tidus' strength. A hole, square and just big enough for him to fit through, reveals the discovery of a lifetime.

How he wakes is, funny enough, from being quizzed on human culture...and he gets things wrong.

The first thing noticed is the noise. And then the explosion of color. Center stage, Laz is crooning away with the latest in tech, but also with an acoustic guitar. Even a dream version of Idia is there.

His waking moment comes when Idia more or less puts himself on the loudspeaker to tell him outright; and to look at the Dream Version and ask himself 'is that really me?'

Finally free of the bonds that keep him and his family in guardian servitude, Levi can be found in the Coral Sea High Court. instead of enforcing order and guarding the Royals, he makes the laws and listens to the will of the People.

His waking moment will come when Azul crops up, he'll have to decide on letting others handle taking him in, or realize he's trained all his life to be the one to defend people, be their guardian.

Galen's dream has one land out in the woods. Log cabin, plenty of rations smoking and drying, with plenty of materials to make any number of things. interestingly enough, finding him shows he's finally shirked his gloves. He even offers the party a welcome handshake, as if it's been so long he forgot who anybody visiting him was.

The Party are going to have to stage an event where, over the course of a poker game started with a friendly, gloveless handshake, his opponent will be 'met' with a horrible case of luck, resulting in someone holding them up at weapon-point.

#inbox reply #cyn-write #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc ask #albert eastwind #eugenio hernandez #lazaro muertinez #tidus rhin #levi clado #galen donnelley

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obeyme-lost-thought · 2 years ago

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Angst: MC's sister

I can and I chose to hurt brothers.

We know that we are descendent of Lilith, so her genes are in us. What would happen if a little sister is... to much similar.

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They didn't expect it.

An innocent trip in the Human World; a visit to MC.

They went in their city. A quiet place without any important things. The classic countryside town.

16:30 🌐 📶 89%

Lucifer: MC, we are here for a commission from Diavolo. The other wanted to see you for a little, can you come?

MC: Hey Luci! Yes, I can come. Just I'm out with my little sister and I can't leave her alone. She's 16 but very shy, so... imagine to leave Levi alone in an crowded place... same thing

Lucifer: That ok. As you know my brothers, I also would like to know your sister. While you arrive I'll tell them to act like normal human. (I'm also going to send you the position)

MC: I just hope they will not be like the last "Human World Trip" (I saw where you are. Pretty near ^^)

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They waited for 20 minutes. When they started to think that MC was lost (Yes, in their own city), a little girl picked the attention of Twins.

She was calling a name dear to all of them, but another thing was really strange.

The same hair. The same way of walking, without looking where they put foots. The voce always a little to much higher respect other.

More they were coming in their direction, more things they noticed.

Every aspect from the eyes to the tone of skin.

Yes, MC was a descendent of Lillith, but the reality never hitted so hard as withe the girl.

If someone told them that she was their sister reincarnated, they would had believed immediately.

"Hello guys! She's my sister Elizabeth. Please say hi to them"

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Elisabeth but everyone call me Lilly"

As nobody was able to say a word, the 4 born who was less affected responded to her.

"The pleasure is mine. The name's Sa... Saro"

"Is it an European name? Seem like the male version of Sara. It's an argentinian name if I'm correct"

"I see you have a big knowledge of names"

As the girl smile always more with all the prises of Satan, the other 6 are blocked.

This moment of ice in their body collapsed with tears of the little one. He escaped form the views.

As seeing the Sloth avatar run, MC asked Satan to watch over Lilly who was talking about the most strange origins of a name chosed on the moment.

And so, they went behind him, while the other was still trying to understand everything.

"Belphi ! What happened ?!"

"It's her. She's Lilly"

"What are you talking about ? Yes, she's L-"

"SHE'S MY LILLY. MY SISTER LILITH"

How could have ever understand the situation our MC.

They didn't know how looked like the first of the descent, of as Elisabeth was a photocopy of her.

And as the name has the same diminutive of her.

The apple never fall distant from the tree.

Lucifer after a bit went to take MC and Belphagor. One had to come home with their sister and the other also had to come bake ""home"".

One the way to the other, Lucifer explained a little the situation to MC, who understands very quickly.

After they say all goodbye, the 2 siblings returned at home.

"MC, your friends are very funny, expecially the blonde one"

With some regrets of presenting them Lilly, MC responsed

"I'm happy you liked them"

"Mh mh. They are exactly as she told me before dissappear"

In a moment all the thoughts in their minds stopped at the world of the little sister

"What did you mean ?"

A little smile born on the face of the girl.

"Do you really think that at her death, she left alone her children or grandchildren? A soul who had been both angel and human can split in 2 before going in paradise (or Celestial Realm), unless both versions forget as to go up. "

"I ALWAYS SAID I SEE THE DEATHS"

Again. No word who were coming out of her mouth seemed to be in any way understandable.

Scream the little one, while running from MC, who just thought that a secret was needed to be maintained. Anyway, she said that she disappeared, so their are just 2 siblings who saw an ancestor.

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I stan Elizabeth as future Exchange Student.

P.s. All names and diminution were chosen with the help of Google.

#obeyme #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luficer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me sad #obey me angst #obey me mc #obey me main character #obey me brothers #obey me gender neutral mc

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fictionadventurer · 1 year ago

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The Shocking Redemption Arc of Chester Arthur

To my great pleasure, I get to tell you about Chester A. Arthur. If you don’t know his story, that’s a surprising statement, because most people don’t even recognize his name as one of the presidents. That’s a crying shame, because this guy has the most fascinating character arc of any president I’ve come across so far. He entered the presidency as a despicable, corrupt, conniving political lackey, and left it as--

Well, I’d best get on with the story.

Chester Arthur started out as an idealist. He was the son of an abolitionist Baptist minister, and though he dropped the religion in adulthood, he remained devoted to abolishing slavery. He became a lawyer with a New York firm that argued several civil rights case, and he rose to fame in 1854 when he served as the defense attorney for Elizabeth Jennings, the Northern version of Rosa Parks. Arthur’s victory in her case led to the desegregation of New York City’s public transportation.

During the Civil War, Arthur got an appointment as New York’s quartermaster general. After the war, Arthur returned to civilian life and became a Republican “party man” who worked behind the scenes to draw in voters, funding, and supporters. He and his wife Ellen (called Nell) both loved the finer things in life, which drove Arthur to do whatever he could to gain fame, wealth, and social status.

This is where I need to explain the spoils system. For the first hundred-plus years of American politics, all federal positions were filled by appointment. When a new president came into office, he could award government positions to his supporters--"to the victor go the spoils". Federal employees were required to donate money to the ruling party. There were no requirements for education or relevant experience. Any job could be filled by anyone with the right connections. If you think that sounds like a breeding ground for corruption and cronyism, you’d be absolutely right. By the 1870s, the system was getting extremely corrupt, and there was a growing push for reform.

But not by Chester Arthur. He owed his career to the spoils system. Through his work in the party, he became the right-hand man of Roscoe Conkling, New York’s senior senator and the state’s “political boss”. Conkling was a flamboyant showman, a magnetic politician, and a ruthless man. He had been a major supporter of Ulysses S. Grant’s presidential campaign, so Grant gave Conkling control over all the federal appointments in New York. Conkling used his power to fill positions with his friends and supporters, and he was brutal in attacking anyone who got in his way.

Because Chester Arthur was Conkling’s most loyal supporter, he got the best federal job in the country—Controller of the Port of New York. Before income tax, around 60-70% of federal funds came from the tariffs at this one port. The controller got a salary similar to the president’s, plus he was able to take a percentage of all the fines they levied. At the height of his power, Chester Arthur made $50,000 a year, which is a lot when the average skilled worker at the time made $500. (A rough estimate puts his salary at $1.3 million in today’s dollars.)

Arthur was living the high life. He racked up huge tailor bills. He had a gorgeously furnished house. His job allowed him to force his employees to donate a percentage of their salary to the Republican Party, which gave him even more power within the political machine. He bought huge amounts of wine and cigars that he handed out to people he was wining and dining for the good of the party. His wife resented that he was rarely home because of his political work, but Arthur loved the machine too much to stop.

After his 1876 election, President Rutherford B. Hayes desperately tried to reform the spoils system, but was blocked every step of the way by Roscoe Conkling. Finally, in 1878, Hayes managed to remove Arthur from his position as port controller, under suspicion of corruption, which allowed Arthur to spend more time working for New York’s political machine.

In January of 1880, Arthur was in Albany working for a political campaign when his wife caught pneumonia. By the time Arthur got home, Nell had fallen into a coma, and he wasn’t able to speak with her before she died. He felt guilty over her death, and especially the lack of closure caused by his devotion to politics. But instead of changing his ways, Arthur moved in with Conkling and became more devoted to politics than ever.

Which brings us to the 1880 Republican Convention. The Republican Party was split between two warring factions—the Stalwarts like Conkling who wanted to keep things the way they were, and the Half-Breeds who wanted civil service reform. President Hayes refused to seek re-election (partly because Conkling had made his life miserable) so these two factions somehow had to agree on a new candidate. Conkling supported a third term for Ulysses S. Grant. The Half-Breeds supported James G. Blaine of Maine—who happened to be Conkling’s mortal enemy.

James Garfield was there to nominate John Sherman—the Secretary of the Treasury and the younger brother of the famous Civil War general—and I can’t go any further in this story before I tell you a little bit about him. James Garfield is one of the most ridiculous overachievers in the realm of American politics. He was born into a dirt-poor farming family (he’s the last president ever to have been born in a log cabin). At sixteen, he left home to work on a canal boat, but quit after he nearly drowned, and his mother and brother scraped up enough money for him to go to school. His first year, he paid for his tuition by working as a school janitor. His second year, the school hired him to teach six classes (while he was still a student!) and then added two more because of how popular he was. By the time he was twenty-six, he was president of that same school. He became a lawyer and was elected to Ohio’s state legislature. During the Civil War, he became the youngest person to earn the rank of general. While fighting in the Civil War, his friends put his name in as a candidate for the US House of Representatives, and Garfield won even though he refused to campaign. He then served several terms in the House, where he became popular, but he refused to seek the presidency, because he’d watched several friends become warped by their presidential ambitions.

At the 1880 Republican Convention, Garfield was the more popular Ohio candidate, but insisted he was there only to nominate Sherman. At one point in his nominating speech, Garfield asked the audience, “Now, gentleman, what do we want?” To Garfield’s horror, one man shouted, “We want Garfield!”

Garfield remained loyal in nominating Sherman, but the spark had been lit. The voting went round after round after round for two days, with the votes being split between Grant, Blaine, and Sherman, with no one getting enough to win the nomination. Garfield got one vote in the third round. In the thirty-fourth round, Garfield suddenly got seventeen votes. Garfield stood to protest, saying no one had a right to vote for him since he hadn't consented, but the president of the convention--who was secretly thrilled because he liked Garfield more than any of the other candidates--told Garfield to sit down.

By the thirty-sixth vote, Garfield had won the nomination.

Now they had to choose a vice president. Several of the delegates got the idea to throw a bone to Roscoe Conkling. He was furious that Grant had lost the nomination, and he was vindictive. Conkling controlled New York’s political machine, so without him, the Republicans would lose New York, and without New York, they’d lose the election. He had to be placated. So the delegates nominated Chester Arthur, his right-hand man, as vice president.

Conkling told Arthur to refuse the nomination, but Arthur accepted, saying it was a greater honor than he had ever hoped to achieve. That's putting it mildly. The only position he’d ever held was port controller, and he’d been removed from that. Plenty of people thought nominating him was a horrible idea—a man like Chester Arthur only one step away from the presidency? But other people thought it was a shrewd political move—it would placate Conkling’s faction of the party, and Garfield was young and healthy and would rule in a time of peace. It wasn’t like there was any chance he’d die in office.

After Garfield was elected, Arthur immediately started causing problems. He all but openly boasted of buying votes in the election—which was not a great look when it had been a close race. He was completely on Conkling’s side in his war against Garfield. After Garfield appointed Levi Morton, a Stalwart, as Secretary of the Navy, Conkling sent Arthur and another lackey to drag Morton out of his sickbed--forcing him to drink a bracing mixture of quinine and brandy--and bring him to Conkling’s house to get chewed out, which caused Morton to resign. Conkling forced another Stalwart Cabinet nominee to resign on inauguration day.

Then Conkling went to war over the federal appointments. At first, Garfield placated him, appointing several of Conkling’s candidates. But then Garfield nominated Judge Robertson as Port Controller of New York Harbor. Conkling was livid. That was the prime federal position, a major source of Conkling’s power in the party, and Robertson was one of Conkling’s political enemies. In Conkling’s mind, Garfield had stabbed him in the back. Arthur agreed, and openly bad-mouthed the president to the press.

Conkling and the other New York senator resigned their Senate seats in protest—a dramatic political move. In those days, state legislatures voted for senators, and Conkling believed that since he controlled so many New York politicians, they’d easily get re-elected to their old seats. Unfortunately, the legislature was sick of being under Conkling’s thumb. The election became a drawn-out battle, and Chester Arthur went to Albany to help Conkling in his campaign.

While he was there, the unthinkable happened. On July 2, 1881, James Garfield was shot at a train station by Charles Guiteau, an insane office-seeker. Guiteau had come to the White House every day for months seeking an appointment under the spoils system. When that failed, he decided God wanted him to get Garfield out of the way so the spoils system could continue. After he shot the president, Giteau shouted, “I am a Stalwart, and Arthur will be president!”

As you can imagine, that made things really bad for Arthur. He’d just spent months fighting the president tooth and nail, and the assassin had mentioned his name. Plenty of people thought Arthur had something to do with the shooting. He and Conkling both needed police details to protect them from lynch mobs.

Arthur didn’t want to be president; in his mind, vice president was the perfect job—a position with a lot of political leverage, but no responsibility. He went to the White House hoping to convince Garfield that he had nothing to do with the shooting, but the doctors wouldn’t let him in the room. He managed to speak to the First Lady, where he got choked up with emotion and was observed to be in tears. A reporter later found him in the house where he was staying in Washington, and noted he'd obviously been weeping.

To Arthur’s relief, Garfield seemed to get better. The bullet had missed his spinal cord and all his major organs. If he’d been left alone, Garfield would have made a complete recovery. Unfortunately, his doctors repeatedly prodded the bullet wound with unsterilized instruments, and Garfield fell victim to a massive infection. He lingered for months, slowly starving and rotting to death.

Through all this, Arthur stayed in New York and refused to take up presidential duties; with so many people accusing him of the assassination, he didn’t want to make it look like he was preparing to usurp the throne.

It eventually became clear that the assassin had acted alone, which laid the rumors to rest, but no one wanted Arthur to be president. James Garfield had been a man of the people. The working class considered him one of their own, proof that anyone could rise from poverty and become president. He was an idealist, a champion of civil rights, a family man who lived modestly. For the first time since the Civil War, a president had been supported by both the north and the south, and the country had come together in grief. Chester Arthur was Garfield’s exact opposite—a conniving political lackey who’d become a millionaire through corruption.

James Garfield died on September 19th. To the American people, it looked like their worst nightmare had come true. Conkling’s lackey was in the White House, and now Conkling would rule the nation the same way he’d ruled New York.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, President Chester Arthur became a completely different man. In one of his first speeches, he listed civil service reform as one of his top priorities—a shocking move for a man who’d become president through the spoils system. Soon after Arthur’s inauguration, Conkling demanded he name a new Controller of the Port of New York. Arthur angrily refused and called Conkling’s demand outrageous. Conkling stormed out in fury and never forgave Arthur. (Arthur did later risk his reputation to nominate Conkling for the Supreme Court, but Conkling, ever petty, refused the position.)

Arthur didn’t have a complete personality transplant. He still lived lavishly, hosting lots of state dinners. He still preferred the social duties of the presidency to actual government work, and he was a hopeless procrastinator. Always fastidious, Arthur refused to move in to the rotting, rat-infested White House until they fixed up the dump, and he ran up extravagant bills during the remodel.

Yet, as a president, he was...respectable. He worked for African-American civil rights. He started a major process of rebuilding and reforming the outdated and corrupt navy. He did sign the Chinese Exclusion Act, but he had vetoed an earlier, harsher version and only signed a much-reduced one (that probably would have been voted in anyway if he’d vetoed it). That remodel of the White House, even if it ran over-budget, was long overdue.

Most shocking of all was his unswerving devotion to civil service reform. He continued an investigation into a government postal scandal, even though everyone assumed he’d drop it. He voiced his continuing support for reform efforts. In 1883, Arthur signed the Pendleton Civil Service Reform Act. As written, the act required only 10% of federal jobs to be assigned based on merit, and even that required the president to take action to enforce it. People assumed that Arthur would sit back and do nothing, so the spoils system would remain in place. Yet Arthur immediately formed a commission to enact the reform, even appointing some of his old enemies. The man who’d benefited most from the spoils system became the one to finally destroy it.

How do we explain such a complete and sudden change? Part of it’s a matter of personality. If I can indulge in a bit of meta, Chester Arthur seems to be a textbook example of the sanguine-phlegmatic temperament—someone who wants to fit in with the crowd, to go with the flow. As a political lackey, this made him self-serving and amoral, but as president, the crowd he had to impress was the American people. After months of getting crucified in the press, with tons of articles saying what they didn’t want him to be, he’d have plenty of motivation to become what they did want him to be.

A more important motivation, though, was death. His wife’s death was likely the first shock that would make him step back and take stock of his political career. Garfield’s death had an even more profound influence on him. The spoils system had led a madman to murder a president in Arthur’s name; if anything could motivate a man to change the system, that would be it. Even more profound than that was his own death. Not long after entering the White House, Arthur was diagnosed with a fatal kidney disease. He hid the diagnosis during his term, but his actions in office were the actions of a man doomed to die, with a mind toward the legacy he’d leave behind.

Yet there’s another stranger, more mysterious influence that I’ve left to last because of how cool the story is. The day before his death, Chester Arthur—who’d become ashamed of his old life—asked a friend to burn the vast majority of his papers. Years later, among the papers that had been spared, his grandson uncovered a packet of twenty-three letters from a 31-year-old invalid named Julia Sand. Julia came from a family very interested in politics, and her illness meant that she spent a lot of time reading the newspapers, so she was familiar with Chester Arthur’s political career. In August of 1881, she sent Chester Arthur a letter that began, “The hours of Garfield's life are numbered—before this meets your eye, you may be President. The people are bowed in grief; but—do you realize it?--not so much because he is dying, as because you are his successor.” Over seven pages, Julia scolded Arthur for his corrupt ways, but assured him of her faith in his better nature, and urged him to reform. She sent letters over the next two years, full of encouragement and scolding and political advice. She called herself his “little dwarf”, because her lack of ties to him meant she could be completely honest with him.

There’s no evidence he ever answered her. But she did offer some rather specific political advice that he seems to have followed. And he did visit her once. In 1882, he stopped by her house in the presidential carriage, surprising her and her family (who had no idea she’d been writing to the president) with an hour-long visit. She seemed to grow more frustrated with his lack of answers after that, and no letter exists after 1883.

There’s no way to say what kind of effect the letters had on him. But amid all the turmoil after the assassination, it must have meant something to have one voice saying she believed in him. She was a voice from outside the Washington political machine, who could serve as a sort of conscience. The fact that those letters survived when so much else burned suggests he considered them worth saving.

No matter the reason, the truth remains that Arthur entered the presidency as an example of all that was dirty and loathsome in the political system, and he left it as a respectable man. In giving up his old ways, he sacrificed connections he’d spent years building. His old friends never forgave him, and his old opponents never quite trusted his reform, yet he did what he thought was right even if it meant he stood alone. In summing up his presidency, I don’t think I can do better than contemporary journalist Alexander McClure: “No man ever entered the Presidency so profoundly and widely distrusted as Chester Alan Arthur, and no one ever retired... more generally respected, alike by political friend and foe.” I think that deserves to be remembered.

#history is awesome #presidential talk #i apologize but i really can't see any way to cut this down #i like the detour into garfield's nomination #i can't cut conkling out any more than i have #i can't leave out his wife #i didn't even mention that he was washington's most eligible bachelor during his term but he remained faithful to her memory #or that his sister served as hostess at the white house and helped raise his daughter (who he protected from the press as best he could)#or that he did make a half-hearted attempt to seek re-election so people wouldn't think he was slinking off in disgrace #and there was some support for him #but he didn't mind at all when someone else was nominated because he was dealing with his kidney disease #and he died in 1886 #which means he had the shortest post-presidency life of anyone except james k. polk who died three months after leaving office #i did not come into last week thinking that by the end of it i'd have developed a minor specialization #in the presidency of a guy i knew only for his facial hair and his half-verse in the animaniacs song #i didn't even mention the facial hair!#go to wikipedia and see his glorious muttonchops!#say what you will about the victorians but they had wild facial hair game #but anyway here is the life story of my impeccably dressed trash panda son #who is put together on the outside and a mess on the inside #and still manages to maintain a certain dignity despite how pathetic he is #he's a mess of a human being but i love him your honor

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