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skullywullypully · 1 year ago
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Imagine being Miguel's personal royal guard.
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the-whispers-of-death · 1 year ago
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prince!stone who's father is still the same douchebag, but now way, way more powerful
king!stone who loses his father and now, has the biggest responsibility in the kingdom, which means that now, he needs to have his security increased as well
king!stone who connects a little bit too much with royal guard!reader, a man known dor his excellent skills as a royal guard because he has years of experience
(also this can be so angsty because even knowing that stone is gay he'll be forced to marry a woman to continue the royal family's lineage but we can ignore that for now)
Well, anon, it won't be so angsty, since Stone is a trans man. We'll just have him not have his bottom surgery in this version, which means we can write Stone getting pregnant by Royal Guard!Reader. I mean so there's no angst and oh, look! A Stone who hasn't been kicked out by his father! What a rare version.
King!Stone had to hire an entire new Royal Guard when his father was dead, because if there was anything he learned from his predecessor, it was to be extremely paranoid. So in order to soothe his paranoia, he had to get a Royal Guard that was his. Loyal to him only, not like the old Royal Guard who were loyal to his late father.
In his search for new guards to be on his Royal Guard, he finds you, a soldier who has several years of experience of being the general of the kingdom's military. He had been searching for a new Head of the Royal Guard who was experienced but hadn't been serving under his father and it seemed like you were just the man for the job.
So you are summoned to the throne room, Stone filling out the throne with his burly body as he sits confidently like his late father had. You're reverent towards him, sensing a softness hidden beneath his cold and stoic demeanor. A softness that you wanted to protect.
He is enamored with you, the way you stood tall and strong. The way your words are blunt like his, honest to a fault. He needs someone kind, but someone who was honest. He never trusted those who delved in the niceties, in the fakeness of being polite for the sake of being polite.
He has been listening to so many soldiers pleading their case to join his Royal Guard, most of them kissing his ass because they thought he'd respond better to it, so you are a breath of fresh air. There is a sincerity in your talk of being loyal to him that can't be faked and he likes that about you.
So he is quick to offer you the position, which you so graciously take. He sends one of his best servants to guide you to your new bedchambers, watching you leave the throne room with a hidden glint in his brown eyes. Yes, he had a feeling he would not regret giving you the position of Head Guard.
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dearjoons · 2 months ago
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⚔️ KNIGHT!JIMIN HEADCANNONS
warnings: yearning and pining. knight!jimin x princess!reader. if ur heartstrings aren’t tugging, i haven’t done my job.
lulu speaks: request by @rosequartzz77 !! i actually had a namjoon ver. of this in my drafts as well as a cai bot on my page soooo !! check that out if you’d like.
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☾ knight!jimin who drops to one knee and bows his head every time he addresses you, even when you beg him not to be so formal.
☾ knight!jimin who always stands just a little too close, hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes scanning the crowd like he’d fight off an army for you.
☾ knight!jimin who calls you “your highness,” but it burns on his tongue—because he wants to say your name like a lover would.
☾ knight!jimin who bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched your slipper the day he was appointed your guard. you gently told him to rise—and when his eyes met yours, it was the first time he ever forgot to breathe in full armor. he swore loyalty to the crown, but it was you he meant in his heart.
☾ knight!jimin who sharpens his sword when suitors arrive. you’ll hear the angry thrashing of steel against stone echoing through the ballroom form a nearby armory.
☾ knight!jimin who secretly teaches you how to wield a dagger just in case he isn’t there to protect you someday.
☾ knight!jimin who refuses to leave your side when you’re ill. not for food, not for sleep, not for orders. when you wake, pale and weak, he kisses your hand softly while you pretend to still be asleep.
☾ knight!jimin who turns away when you undress for a royal fitting, face red and jaw tight, even though your lady-in-waiting assures him it’s routine. he simply says, voice low and strained, “i dare not look upon her in such state. ’tis not mine right.”
☾ knight!jimin who would carry you through mud, over rivers, into fire—without hesitation. when your carriage breaks, and you jokingly say “well, someone must carry me,” he doesn’t laugh. he simply lifts you in his arms, voice low: “as thou commandest, my princess.”
☾ knight!jimin who steps in front of a lord’s outstretched hand when the man tries to touch your waist. the man scoffs, “i meant no offense.” and jimin bows, cold and sharp, eyes hard: “and yet, offense was taken. her highness is not to be touched without leave.”
☾ knight!jimin who sees you in a gown stitched in gold. that night, he dreams of unlacing it—only to wake before his lips ever reach your skin.
☾ knight!jimin who walks a step behind you in the gardens, carrying your cloak, your books, a flower he picked just in case you liked the color.
☾ knight!jimin who falls asleep seated at your bedside when you’re unwell, fingers curled loosely around yours on top of the covers, armor long since abandoned.
☾ knight!jimin who trains beside the royal pond, shirt discarded, hoping you’ll pass by and notice—but never bold enough to call you over.
☾ knight!jimin who when you’re away for a week, his bed remains untouched. he trains until his knees give out, collapses in armor, dreams of the way your fingertips grazed his cheek months ago.
☾ knight!jimin who would give you everything. his sword. his life. his soul. but the one thing he won’t take—unless you command him to—is your heart. because he still believes a princess deserves a prince, not a guard’s love.
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lulu speaks pt2: um HI I LOVE HIM. REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND WELCOMED 😌
cai bot. masterlist. navigation.
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baeshijima · 9 months ago
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u know what would be a cool genshin fic idea? isekai/transmigrated reader, but instead of appearing within the general timeline, you come into the genshin world 500 years prior to the start of the storyline in khaenri'ah.
honestly it could be either a little before the cataclysm, giving enough time to delve into some relationship building + explore some world building with characters like dainsleif, traveller's sibling (which would probably be lumine bc i actually do like her as abyss sibling & aether as traveller), and npcs like halfdan (still crying over him to this day ;w;) and possibly the khaenri'ahn royal guards (assuming you either join them or have a good enough relationship with them), OR it could be you appear during the crisis, completely and utterly lost as to why you were brought amidst the chaos and bloodshed as you watch everything you barely knew about this nation crumble before your very eyes.
either route will still result in reader's existential crises and constant "why am i here? just to suffer?" monologues because really, who would be fine after going through that after coming from /our/ world? and not to mention you've had to endure the next 500 years wandering with no real set path because you don't know this world— this era of teyvat or of genshin. you're merely stuck, unable to die, and forced to live a life of uncertainty with no clear direction for you to go to.
despite it all, you've at least been able to see dain during this course. while your meetings pass far too quickly for your lonesome, and his solemn demeanour is something you're yet to be accustomed to after having been with him before the fall of khaenri'ah (assuming it's the route where you appear before the cataclysm), you're glad to see a familiar face every now and then. after the messy departure with the lumine who left for the abyss order, you've come to appreciate his quiet presence more and more each time.
and then you decide it might be time to settle. you soon realise it's difficult to do so when your lifespan has become far more than that of a human's — of a mortal's — and so you find yourself becoming used to staying in one place for a few years before setting off for the next. rinse and repeat. over and over. it's come to a point where you've witnessed the nations undergo various changes each time you visit. you know change is inevitable, and yet your heart stings each time you witness it; a testament to how the world is ever-changing, yet you're stuck in place as a bystander.
one thing you're grateful for, however, are the bonds you've established amid your back-and-forth over the centuries. from archons like zhongli and venti to long-life beings such as neuvillette and the adepti to regular mortals who have showed you kindness as if one of their own... you've grown to cherish those memories, often reminiscing them when the nights get too long and surroundings too quiet. it was difficult at first, and still is, but you've become used to the inevitable change and the passing of those you once knew.
and after 500 years, you find yourself face-to-face with one you haven't seen since before you appeared in this world; the protagonist of this world, and the one you eventually join in hopes of finally finding a means to an end, aether.
little side notes/extras:
from /our/ world, you would probably know the storyline from up to around current (5.0) or maybe a little after the fontaine aq conclusion. it gives a lot to work with, but you definitely won't remember a lot of the lore after so long other than some main events, especially since most of your knowledge is pretty irrelevant for the next 500 years,,,
i think it would be cool if you had an inteyvat on your person as a little homage of khaenri'ah, which may or may not invoke some opinions from certain characters (*cough* aether immediately being reminded of lumine and having an existential crisis *cough*)
post-cataclysm you would go through a, uhm, long phase of helplessness, wondering why you were even brought to this world so far back if you couldn't even make any contributions. it does eventually morph into a resolution to do what you can to help those you come across if it's within your capabilities, but the nightmares and helplessness come back every now and then as a reminder for what you can't do :D yippee :D
honestly i'm on the fence whether you would have a vision or some other type of abilities (think on the similar lines of aether/lumine's and dain's), but i think having some type of purification mechanic would be a must in your arsenal !! would definitely lead to some moments between you and characters like dain or zhongli who suffer from the erosion as you give them a slight reprieve from what rages within and corrodes them
a little self indulgent, but i'd like to think your first /proper/ meeting with zhongli happens during a lantern rite festival, wherein you're admiring the lanterns in the sky after making a wish of your own and he comes up from behind with "they're beautiful, wouldn't you say so?" and !!
also as for love interests, as much as i would love for human/mortal characters, a part of me feels like this story would be better suited for the immortal/long-life characters as love interests?? idk i feel like considering that 500 years is, well, a long time, the bonds you would have with them compared to characters like, say, alhaitham or diluc would be way too different ?? though i would definitely still add them as love interest bc i am a sucker for so many of the human characters ;w; it would also add to the angst and hurt/comfort ahahha...
anyway thank you for reading this massive brain dump of a fic bc i absolutely would put this as a long term project, and if u made it this far then i would like to say that dain solos—
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fireflycantsleep · 11 months ago
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Royal Guard Simon Riley x Princess Reader
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Simon has a simple task, to keep the King's youngest daughter safe. A simple task for his finest knight.
That's what it was supposed to be, having to deal with a spoiled little girl 24/7.
But when I met you ..... You were spoiled, of course you were, but you were noble at heart, you genuinely wanted a quiet life for everyone, playing the role of queen, doing your late Andre's chores like organizing festivals and parties, inaugurating events on behalf of your father.
You were... A good person. He thought.
The society, the cruelty had not broken you as many... Like him, an old man who served all his life to your father's kingdom, with no other purpose but the adrenaline of war.
With a couple of bushes with sweet fruits that you picked every so often with him by your side. Standing guard. You called him. As if everyone didn't know about your little orchard that stained your dress with dirt as well as your hands when you knelt down to pick the fruit.
"Look what a mess you are". Simon complained in a low, calm voice, there was no real reprimand, but his tone was still harsh. Not used to talking to anyone other than his soldiers.
He moved his gloved hand to remove strands of hair that clung to your sweat-covered forehead.
In time he grew accustomed to your company, and discovered that despite being spoiled you had quite a few restrictions, no youthful lovers, you were terrified of talking to people in formal gatherings and loved having a small orchard hidden in your garden which he soon discovered.
"Just a little bit of dirt". You stood with a tired snort, holding a small basket of blueberries and other things with one hand and with the other gently pulling his hand away to wipe away the sweat.
You only caused the dirt to mix with the sweat making a worse mess.
"stop that, Princess, come on, you must have a bath."
Simon couldn't help but smile behind his helmet, seeing you, a princess whimsical about food and fine fabrics with pastel colors.... Dirty.... It generated ideas in him that he pushed away immediately.
He grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside the palace. He forgot when he started touching you willingly.
You just nodded, humming happily with your basket of berries, walking beside your guard dog that you had grown very fond of. Pushing your own limits of formality.
Thinking that next time you would behave more brat for he to hold you like that again.
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luxthestrange · 2 years ago
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TWST Incorrect quotes#552 Simps
Malenoa: The best trope in the world is when the character realizes they are in love with another character, and instead of being bashful or cute about it...their internal monologue is just...*Watching Lilia & Baul having their loner time lunch be interrupted by you, who sit on between them sharing your lunches with them happily*
Lilia&Baul*Watching you with horrified realization and maddening blush to see you giving each of them the best parts of your lunch*
"NO.SEVENS-FUCK!WHY!?!"
Yuu*Happily holding Lilia with a fork a big chunk of your food*
Lilia*Hisses under his breath, rolling his eyes...but bites into it and chews slowly*...It's...eatable..."ITS DELICIOUS-"
Yuu*Smiles and hold for Baul tho with him it's a tad bigger knowing his appetite*Try it!
Baul*Growls with a glare*YOU LOWLY HUMAN DARE PUT THAT DISGUSTING HUMAN FOOD IN MY MOU-MMH!?*When his mouth was open you shoved the food in...and now he is smiling with a blissed look as he chews*
Yuu*Smiles knowing he liked it*Eheh~
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captainsophiestark · 2 months ago
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Fortunate Forgetting
Chaol Westfall x Reader
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Written for day one of the @sjmxreaderweek event! This was such a fun event - thank you for running it!
Fandom: Throne of Glass
Day One Prompt: Beginnings/Endings
Summary: A forgetful moment for one of the royal guard's new recruits might be the beginning of something wonderful with Captain Chaol Westfall. Can be read as romantic or platonic!
Word Count: 2,298
Category: Fluff, little bit of angst
A/N: Shoutout to Wikipedia and a doctor's youtube video on shoulder relocation techniques for teaching me more about this than I ever, EVER wanted to know
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I groaned and dragged my feet as I headed back down the hallway I'd just left, an easily avoided mistake forcing me to retrace my steps. After a brutal day of elite guard training, I'd cleaned all my gear and then stupidly left it behind in our common room. Normally, it would've been fine. But I had another round of training early in the morning tomorrow, and I knew I'd be kicking myself if I didn't retrieve my gear and have it ready in my room before then. Avoiding a trip to the common room in the morning would buy me another twenty or thirty minutes of sleep at least.
Still, with all my muscles screaming at me and no stronger desire than to take a nice, hot bath, walking all the way back down to the common room was about the last thing I wanted to do right now.
I shoved open the back door with a grunt, scowling to myself. I got halfway through a heavy sigh and about two steps into the room when I realized none other than Chaol Westfall, Captain of the Royal Guard, was sitting in the middle of the room.
I froze instantly. Captain Westfall had been handling training of an elite core of palace guards, which I'd just been accepted into. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me grumbling and swearing to myself, especially over a foolish mistake I'd made.
All concerns of maintaining a good reputation with the Captain got pushed to the back of my mind, however, when I saw him shift in an attempt to sit up straighter. He'd been almost slumped on one of the benches, and now tried to sit up perfectly straight, but he'd winced and grimaced the minute he'd tried to move. Now, every muscle in his body looked tensed with the effort of keeping him upright with a neutral expression on his face.
"Captain Westfall, are you alright?" I asked, taking a few steps further into the room. He grunted.
"I'm perfectly fine. What are you doing back here? I thought everyone would be practically collapsing into their rooms after training today."
"Uh... hm. I... may have forgotten to bring my gear back to my room with me. I figured it'd be less painful to come back and grab it now, rather than early tomorrow morning."
The captain frowned and took a deep breath like I'd seen him do so many times before giving lengthy corrections to one of us in training, but he grimaced and cut himself off before getting out a single word. I frowned.
"Look, this might not be my place to say, but... you are clearly not fine."
He gave me a stink eye, but the usual bite behind the look was seriously undermined as he slumped against the table again and held his arm, apparently no longer strong enough to maintain his perfect posture.
He grimaced, then looked down to hide his face from me. I huffed a sigh through my nose. Whatever had happened, Captain Westfall clearly needed help, although he didn't seem willing to admit it. As someone who'd spent time training in medicine before ending up in the palace guard, I couldn't just stand by and watch him suffer.
I closed the remaining space between us with confidence, mentally forcing myself into the headspace of someone caring for their patient. There was no room left for my nerves to make me carefully dance around him—he needed help, and that was it.
He leaned back as I sat at the table next to him, obviously favoring one side and trying to hide it, but he was hurt enough that it didn't work.
"What are you doing?" he grunted. I just shook my head.
"Helping you, you're clearly hurt. Come on, what happened?"
I could see the gears turning in the captain's head as he debated how to handle this situation. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes at me and stared so hard I wondered if he was trying to read my mind. I just raised an eyebrow back at him.
"...Your recruitment file did say you studied medicine."
"Yes, I did. So come on, what's wrong?"
He let out a long sigh through his nose, then grimaced again at the end of it, one hand shifting to hold the opposite forearm.
"I... I think I did something to my arm."
I frowned. "When? You seemed fine after training."
He gave me a look that clearly communicated the scoff he was in too much pain to actually give.
"A big part of my job requires not showing weakness or caving to injury unless I have no other choice. You remember the sparring demonstration with Adral?"
"...Yeah. Yeah, he kicked you when you were down. But you rolled over and shot up like nothing happened, then disarmed him and put him on his ass in seconds."
"I think he may have dislocated my shoulder."
I just stared at the captain for a few moments, trying to process what he'd just told me. I shook my head as a scowl rapidly overtook my expression.
"You should've gotten help as soon as it happened! What have you been doing since training ended?"
"Waiting for the room to clear so I could evaluate and handle the injury myself. And that's an interesting tone to take with your captain."
I snorted, rolling my eyes as I shifted to get a better look at the shoulder and arm he'd been using the table to support.
"Please. This tone has nothing to do with the chain of command or respect, and everything to do with the fact that you were planning to just 'handle' a potentially dislocated shoulder alone in a room by yourself."
Captain Westfall huffed, but he didn't seem to have a comeback for that. I reached out to touch his arm as gently as I could, and although he grimaced, he didn't try to pull away.
I took my time carefully examining Captain Westfall, and eventually came to the conclusion that he had in fact dislocated a shoulder. Luckily for him, he didn't seem to have much other damage along with his dislocated shoulder, which would mean an easier fix and a shorter recovery time.
"First order of business, I need to reset your shoulder where it's supposed to go. It's going to hurt, but once it's reset, it'll hurt a whole lot less."
The captain grimaced and braced himself, then took a deep breath and nodded.
"Do what you have to do."
I had Chaol turn around on the bench seat, so that his injured side was away from the table, then braced myself on one knee beside him. I grabbed his bicep with one hand, then placed the other on his forearm as I had him put his hand on my shoulder.
"Alright, shoulders back and chest out, please. Take a deep breath, and focus on relaxing the muscles as much as you can. Just go with the movements here, and trust me to get you taken care of."
The captain nodded once before closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. As gently as possible, I started moving his upper arm, letting it slide back and forth and gain a bit of momentum. After a few moments, I thought I felt the head of the humerus slip back into position. Captain Westfall let out a big sigh at the same time, and I carefully released his arm with a smile.
"Better?"
"...Much. Much better. Most of the pain is just... gone."
I nodded. "Yeah, but you're not out of the woods yet. Your shoulder's back in place, but you did still completely dislocate it. You're going to need to rest for a few weeks, probably with your arm in a sling, and you're definitely going to need to take a break from training and sparring and whatnot."
"Not an option," he grunted, already shifting on the bench like he was going to stand and get back to his day. I rolled my eyes and continued before he could do anything else.
"If you try to push through this injury for the entire rest of training, you will eventually reach the point where you are literally, physically unable to continue. Long after making your injury much worse. Maybe with lasting consequences. But if you just rest for a little while and take care of your body, you'll be back to kicking all of the recruits in the ass in a few weeks. I may not know you personally very well, but I'm confident you're smart enough to make the right decision here."
He narrowed his eyes at me, but I didn't back down an inch. I was still in doctor mode, so the stare that made every single recruit shake in our boots had absolutely no effect on me. I stared right back. After a few long moments, he sighed.
"Fine. Thank you for your help."
"Sure thing, Captain Westfall. I'm glad you didn't get away with however you were planning to manage this, alone in the common room."
He grumbled a little as I stood, but then cleared his throat.
"It's Chaol."
I paused, then gave him a little smile.
"Alright. Chaol."
"You know... if I'm not able to spar with Adral and the others to humble them when they lose sight of how much they have left to learn... I'm going to need someone else to step in and fill that role."
I scrunched my nose. "Yes, you do. They need their egos checked, for my sake as much as their own."
To my surprised, Chaol smiled.
"I'm glad you agree. Do you think you'd be up to filling the role?"
Not for the first time since I'd walked in here, Chaol said something that made me absolutely freeze in my tracks to process. I blinked a few times, then shook my head and looked at him again.
"Me? I'm the newest one in the training program. Why not..." I racked my brain for a name among our elite group that didn't have an ego problem, but I actually couldn't think of one.
"This is exactly my point." Chaol grunted, groaned, and very carefully didn't move his arm on his injured side as he finally stood, but after a moment's effort, he was face to face with me once more. He gave me a little smile. "You're one of the most skilled in the group and definitely the most humble. The fact that you forgot your gear today aside, I can't think of anyone better to step in."
"You know, if I hadn't forgotten my gear you'd be in a lost worse shape right now-"
Chaol held up his uninjured hand. "Relax. What do you say? Are you willing to take my place sparring for the next few weeks?"
"...Okay. Okay, yes, I am. Why not, right? Aside from the apparent risk of a dislocated shoulder, I guess."
Chaol huffed a laugh. "You are not allowed to dislocate your shoulder until I'm healthy, and that's an order. I don't have a second backup if you go down."
"Deal, as long as I don't have to hear about forgetting about my gear ever again."
Chaol snorted, but shifted like he was going to hold his hand out for a handshake. I gasped at the same time he did, although his was from pain, as he dropped his arm back to his side and held it tightly with his other arm. He took a few deep breaths, then slowly, he straightened back up again, a grimace still on his face.
"This is going to be a long few weeks," he said. I gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Would the painkillers in my emergency medicine kit help at all?"
"...It's worth a try."
I gave Chaol a bigger smile, then nodded my head towards the door.
"Well then, come on. I've got painkillers and supplies for a sling in my room."
Chaol didn't look thrilled about the idea of a sling, but he didn't say anything. All the better. I'd have time on the walk back to my room to prepare my lecture on why the sling was important to wear, even if he wanted to pretend in public that absolutely nothing was wrong.
I started heading for the door, holding it open for Chaol to go ahead. He just stared at me from a few steps away, not moving a muscle except to raise an eyebrow at me.
"...What?"
"...Aren't you for-"
"Fuck! Pretend I didn't say that," I said, rushing away from the door to grab the gear I'd come back down here to get in the first place. Chaol got halfway through a chuckle before cutting off with a groan and glaring at me.
"It hurts to laugh. A lot."
"Well, I don't know what you were laughing at anyway. I didn't forget anything, I was just trying to let you get a head start through the corridors because you're going to be moving so much slower than me. Now come on, quit dilly-dallying."
I could see Chaol fighting a smile as he shook his head and moved to the door I'd opened for him again, this time with my gear bag slung over my shoulder. I fell into step beside him as we walked back through the quiet hallways of the castle together. If someone had told me I'd be in this position with the captain of the royal guard when I'd first come here, I would've laughed in their face. But despite the injury and the forgetting, and the newly elevated potential of injury for me, I was happy with how things had worked out.
Easier for me to say, since I wasn't the one with the dislocated shoulder. But as we walked and eventually started chatting, I got the impression Chaol might have felt the same way.
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flusteredfools · 5 days ago
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Hello!! I was just reading your 'serve you better' fix and I had a question.
After the last chapter, what happened? Did sir Sun and Moon simply tell the king they were the reader's true love? Did they get married? Did they keep it a secret? (Sorry if this has already been answered.)
I can't remember if I did say it or not before but I'm more than happy to answer! There's a small hint of what happened next from their chapter in my Kinktober series as well but it's more vague. The continuation is actually planned to be written once I finish up Naga'na Let You Go, so if you want to wait to know more that's fine too but since it's still going to be a while, I don't mind throwing some crumbs to those you want it!
-We Can Serve You Better AU Spoilers under the cut-
Sir Moon and Sir Sun really hadn't given it much thought further than proving their love for you. Sir Moon was tasked with finding and inviting potential suitors as well as keeping all he could of the ordeal under wraps from others to keep up the royal family's image. The King didn't pry much into the details as long as his beloved child was being taken care of (I mean who wants all the gritty details of your kid's sex life XD) and if you weren't being taken care of, well then the King would find new guards to do so properly.
And the two still don't give it much thought for the next few weeks, much too lost in the three of you finally getting to more freely enjoy one another. The only thing that really changed during that time was how close your guards stood or interacted with you; both were more daring now knowing you returned their affection.
Sir Sun at least would try not to be blatantly obvious, though anyone who was used to being around you easily figured out what happened. Sure Sun always looked at you fondly and might have stood a bit too close for a normal guard, but the bot was beyond a love sick puppy at your side now; drooling at every soft touch shared and compliment you'd send his way.
At night with Sir Moon though? He would push the limits as far as you'd let him~ He didn't have to escort you to lessons and around the castle or kingdom as much, so a lot more of his time with you was spent in private and he wouldn't shy from keeping you both close and connected. Even if there was other staff stationed on the other side of that door he just pushed you up against.
Lady Roxanne suddenly found herself with a lot more evenings off as the two guards started claiming a lot of her handmaid duties, even with your and her attempted insistence.
Eventually you all realize you hadn't announced that the curse was broken (though the staff of your annex had long figured it out) and you have a talk with the two about what they want out of the relationship.
There were options after all. You could not tell anyone and just pretend you were still cursed and keep things going as they were, you could tell the King it's broken and (re)introduce your loves and try to go from there.
Keeping the relationship a secret had it's own risks though, the King might find Sir Moon's handling of the matter as incompetent and try to have him removed or replaced so your curse could be lifted. But once the news of your curse being broken is shared, then a risk of an arranged marriage could come up, especially if they do not approve of your true loves.
For you to be married to anyone would require the blessing of the King or Queen, and while it's true you could elope and run away, Sir Sun and Sir Moon wanted you to keep your life of comfort; neither liked the idea of you having to overwork yourself just to be with them.
Animatronics might have been given full rights in the kingdom, but any courting into the royal family certainly wasn't heard of, let alone marriage. With you being the youngest, it was almost expected that you'd marry and leave the castle, maybe even the kingdom depending upon your spouse.
Sir Moon and Sir Sun were well off for their standards but they certainly don't have the status or wealth for what society would deem you'd require; the two were anxious they wouldn't be allowed your hand even with the curse being lifted as proof of their love and devotion. Of course they had no intentions of parting with you though, they pledge to be your loyal guards until the very end.
It's decided that the three of you will request an audience with both the King and Queen, telling the two that the curse was broken as well as introducing your guards as your true loves who broke said curse.
The King and Queen are surprised to say the least, neither very happy or excited to approve of your future intentions; though for different reasons. (The Queen is not surprised at all by the fact your true love(s) were animatronic, you always sought and fought for the mechanical race; it would be more surprising to think your true love would have been human.)
Your father simply doesn't want you marrying or moving away, true love or not. You are his youngest baby, his precious favorite child, no matter your actual age; you are forever his baby to dote on and spoil. He wants you to stay safe and cared for within his kingdom walls.
Your mother didn't think the guards could properly care and provide for you at their status should the three of you attempt to leave and start your own lives together. She may not show the biased favoritism the King does for his children, but she still loves and cares for you and your siblings; you all deserve care to very specific standard fitting of your royal status, anything less is unacceptable.
It becomes a trial for your guards to prove their devotion and care to both King and Queen, to be allowed to court you properly and eventually win the approval of their blessing for marriage. Reality is they only need one or the others' approval and both of your guards know which one to appeal to and both excel with strategies~
But enough of my rambling, the short answer is yes! They do get married <3
Part two of the series covers the above events and more~ Those two are in the honeymoon phase with you even before there's a honeymoon, and you know they're still going to be in it afterwards too.
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persphonesorchid · 10 months ago
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Minisode: Jungkook
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Notes: Okay so...happy birthday Jungkook my bro! It's a bit over 500w but it's okay, because, it's Jk 🙂‍↕️
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The garden is your secret, a hidden maze of wildflowers and towering hedges far from the watchful eyes of the court. The moment you tug at Jungkook’s hand, you both abandon your titles, slipping away from the rigid structure of the palace.
His hand in yours, you move swiftly through the winding corridors of the garden, the sound of your laughter blending with the rustling leaves. The sun filters through the thick canopy of roses, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you weave between the tall hedges. Here, you can be whoever you want to be—no princess, no guard��just two people lost in the wonder of each other’s company.
Jungkook steals a glance at you, catching the way your eyes sparkle as you gaze up at the blooming wisteria above. You’re different here—lighter, free. It’s a sight he treasures, one that he knows he’s privileged to witness.
You find a hidden nook within the garden, a small alcove surrounded by thickle bushes, the scent of roses heavy in the air. Jungkook releases your hand, and you twirl in the open space, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. He watches, a soft smile tugging at his lips. In these moments, the lines between duty and something deeper blur, leaving only the warmth of your presence beside him.
“Close your eyes,” you say suddenly, stepping closer.
He arches a brow but obliges, closing his eyes and feeling the brush of your fingers as you adjust something on the hilt of his sword. When he opens them, you’re holding a pendant, its surface catching the light with a soft shimmer.
“For you,” you murmur, your voice just above a whisper.
He looks down at the pendant, its intricate design familiar, yet the meaning behind it remains unspoken between you. There’s a depth in your gaze that speaks of more than just duty—something warm, something close.
“Thank you,” he replies softly, his voice almost reverent. He knows it’s more than just a gift; it’s a piece of your heart, carefully chosen, and silently given.
You smile, a soft, knowing curve of your lips that makes his heart stutter. There’s a moment of silence as you stand together in the garden, the world beyond fading into the background. For now, you aren’t bound by your roles.
Jungkook feels the weight of the pendant on his sword, a reminder of this moment, of you. And though the words remain unspoken, he knows. The pendant is more than just a token—it’s a quiet celebration, a small, private mark of a day that would have otherwise gone unnoticed in the chaos of palace life.
As you both make your way back through the maze, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the garden in hues of gold and orange. The moment lingers between you, a shared secret in the fading light. And as you return to your roles, the pendant remains, a silent promise of what you can be when the world isn’t watching.
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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years ago
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“Caught in a web, drunk on love”
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Shutara Senjumaru x Reader
wc : 3100
cw : not really unrequited love // jealousy // misunderstandings // a sprinkle of drama // fluffy floofs
well what can i say. she’s so mommy and i’m a hoe for mommies so i couldn’t help it. always wanted to write something for her but i was just needing that little push which obviously her bankai gave me 😩
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Spider. A creature you have never been too big of a fan of. Those creepy crawlers with their beady eyes and fuzzy limbs are, and will always be the genesis of your nightmares. Simply the idea of the word will forever have dread burgeoning within you and ice cascading down your spine, or so you have believed. Why, then, are flowers blooming inside your chest as you watch the bane of your existence weaving a web? In other words, you are atrociously, irreversibly, positively, and utterly fucked.  
In the Soul King Palace, you are one of the less important guards under the direct command of one Shutara Senjumaru. Less important of course than the esteemed Royal Guards, but certainly on par with the strongest of shinigamis. Although there is no official title to it, your position beside your lady is an equivalent of a Lieutenant down in Seireitei.
Ever since the beginning, the divine general of the north, with her onyx hair and golden halo, eyes oozing with mesmerism, and lips a delightful red, but the most arresting of all, her spindly automatonic limbs sprouting from her back like six unworldly wings, has reminded you of a spider: one that is elegant and teeming with splendour. The lady’s introduction into your life has seeded in you a habit of conjuring up her face whenever you see or even think of your once-dreaded friends. In fact, when you think of an eight-legged crawler, you are rarely thinking of one and very much thinking of the six artificially limbed stunner. Hence, you are decisively fucked.
In pursuit of comfort, your hand, as if having a mind of its own, glide towards your waist where a knitted red charm dwells, the tassel of which dangles from the white sash of your uniform. Running delicate fingers along the intricate patterns of fine silk, your lips flourish into a smile.
From socks to scarfs and whatnots, your lady, the great weaver as her name suggests, has tailored many a thing for you. Not only has she remedied a great many holes in your battle worn uniforms, she has also graciously showered you with a miscellany of pristine garments. After all, artisanship is your lady’s forte, occurring as naturally as breathing to her, and her six hands are either sewing, knitting, embroidering or doing all three of it at the same time. She does it with such great finesse and dexterity that she may as well be carving a statue of herself out of your heart, for it worships the very ground she walks on. 
When you notice her presence, you smell it before you hear it. Delightfully floral with a touch of dark undertones, heavenly, mysterious and so undoubtedly her. 
“It was my understanding that you have a strong dislike for them, no?”
Comes the mesmerising lilt of her voice, glazed with a trickle of tease, and you smile a little, knowing smile, bringing your gaze from the spider to its human counterpart.
“I’ve steadily started finding them charming I’m afraid.” The little blossom of a smile on your lips once you search her eyes is that of softness. Your lady regards you coolly with a barely noticeable smile, drenched in enigma by her siren-eyed gaze, the caress of which is well-nigh tangible on your face. It does a quick travel to your waist, and upon finding the gift that you carry on your body since acquiring it, a hum spills forth a pair of bewitching, blood-red lips. 
“Walk with me.”
You take the hand that she offers, smooth, spindly and rather ample in size that you are only truly able to grasp two of her lithe digits. 
“With pleasure, my lady.”
“Am I allowed to wonder what exactly is the architect of your change in impression of arachnid? You of yore would flee the site if she so much as catches a glimpse of an itsy-bitsy one, I’m sure.”
You love that she remembers things about you the way you do things about her. She fancies her tea with a drizzle of honey. Not unlike a spider, she does have eight arms, the two of which are of her own flesh and blood, and because she keeps them hidden under her cloak at all times, only a handful of people have witnessed them. You have, during a visit to the hot spring in Kirinden. Nobody has given her a gift personally hand crafted by them, so when you have made for her a braided charm, a very clumsy attempt at that, she has told you that she would cherish it, and cherish it, she does. Despite it being faulty, it has found its forever home tucked safely in the red sash of her outfit, the tassel of it peeking out from under her haori with every elegant step she takes. Playful banter is her favourite pastime and it amuses her greatly that you indulge her. So once again, you do.
“You have every liberty to wonder, my lady. The decision to answer lies in my hand after all. I will say this though, it’s who rather than what.”
“My,” So she drawls in a tone that deliciously tickles your spine, and when she stops, you do too, watching as lips reveal teeth in a kittenish smile. “is that so?”
You have an inkling that to an extent, she knows of your fondness for her, evident in the way she humors you. Judging from her behaviors, she does not appear entirely opposed to it, and you might even go as far as saying that there is a good chance of her considering you should you confess.
Suddenly, a droplet touches your cheek. In the small interval of time that it takes for you to look up, your lady has expertly woven an umbrella out of thin air, all the while her one hand holds onto yours. By the time a drizzle escalates to a downpour, you are well under the protection of your lady’s masterful craft. However, your heart is going haywire, for the space between the two of you has considerably narrowed when your eyes meet. Leaning forward, a cool pad of a thumb presses a delicate kiss onto your cheek, caressing the wetness away from your face which inadvertently leaves a pink tinge in its wake. 
“Let’s call it a day, shall we?”
At your nod of approval, she adjusts her hold on you, slipping her fingers just so that your hands are intertwined together. The tips of her robotic digits easily reach your wrist, and when the cool pad of her thumb gingerly traces the hummingbird flutter of your pulse, the little creature coos inside your ribcage.
Roses are red.
The sky is blue.
And oh how you love Senjumaru. 
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“Yoohoo Shutara, look who I found dilly-dallying around!” 
The guffaw of Hikifune jolts Senjumaru out of her bath induced reverie. Her head tilts, propped up by her fist, the dark waterfall of her hair swaying slightly as her eyes lazily search her friend.  
Think of the devil and the devil is here. 
A ghost of a smile graces her lips, for she finds you tucked under the arm of the ruler of grain. It has been a while after all since the two of you have spent time together. 
“Can you please unhand me?” More laughter ensues, louder this time, and your request is effectively nipped in the bud. Ruffling your hair, she tugs you closer to the point that you are smothered by her generous bosoms. 
“Lady Hikifune, you- you’re-”
Killing me with your breasts! You wanted to say, but instead, you are left a sputtering mess.
“My my, haven’t you bagged yourself a cutie, Shutara!”
Granted, Senjumaru would find the sweet strawberry shade on your cheeks ridiculously charming, that is, if it had been a product of her doing. Certainly not after you have just been called a cutie by a woman who has her breasts shoved into your face. 
And so, she rises with all the grace of a nymph, droplets on her body twinkling like little diamonds in the soft light. 
“Why Kirio, I thank you on behalf of my girl for escorting her to me,” Meanwhile, she has effortlessly drawn you into her arms, one of which is slithering across your waist. Alas, the little wasp has been caught in a spider’s web. “but if I do recall, you have matters to attend to, have you not? By all means, do not let us hinder you.” 
“Ugh now my mood is spoiled, thank you very much Shutara.” The divine general of the south’s voice drips with sarcasm, and that of the north replies just as sarcastically. “Of course.” 
“On another note, I smell ya later cutie!”
With a wink thrown towards your way, the cheery general is gone. 
“Wild woman.” Murmurs Senjumaru as two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. 
You on the other hand, through the flimsy fabric of your robe, can feel her body pressing into your back; all the ridges and the valleys, every dip and dent, and lord is she so wonderfully soft. 
Suddenly, along with a ghost of a breath on the shell of your ear, her voice greets you. “Hello there, my girl.” Like a dollop of butter on a pile of warm, fluffy pancakes, you melt, all giddy and toasty inside. “Now that you’re here, could I trouble you to give my hair a wash?” 
“It’s no trouble at all. I’d be delighted to.” You do not dare turn lest your legs fail you, and in a desperate need of a moment of reprieve for your sorry little heart, you chance a glance at her. “Why don’t you go relax in the water, my lady. I’ll be right with you.”
There is a beat of silence before you feel hands on your hips and a delicate touch of lips on your nape.
“Do not keep me waiting for too long.”
The milkiness of her skin practically glows in the warm water while her luscious mane, like the finest of silks, effortlessly slips through your fingers. The urge to bury your nose in her silky smooth strands is strong, but not as strong as the urge to nuzzle your face in the exquisite beauty of a neck that is captivating you from beneath those onyx mane. Lost in a daydream, you do not realise that you have paused amidst your task until your lady turns towards you. Without so much as a warning, she pulls you into the pool. The sorry excuse of a cloth on your body gives way to water, and you mirror your lady in that you are now thoroughly soaked and bare. 
Her gaze roams, and you notice the exact moment that the warm mischievous glint in her eyes goes glacial. She has seen your body, or rather the marks peppered across your neck and chest in varying shades of red. Her face is unreadable, the very picture of aloofness, and although it stings, although it seems as if a chasm has suddenly appeared between the two of you, you try to bridge it, take a step, an olive branch of sorts. It is your darkest nightmare comes true however when she avoids the hand that reaches for her, a look of, dare you say, disgust etched onto her face, and without so much as a word, she takes leave.
What have you done wrong, you do not understand.
All you know is that you feel discarded as though you are but a stale meal.
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To have been branded by this enchantress of a woman and afterwards carry the very traces of herself on your body, even with a good chance that she will no longer have any recollection of your little moment together, has filled you with bliss as much as having her mouth on your flesh did. 
Although her mien has betrayed nothing and she was the very picture of poise, you knew she was drunk as soon as endearments fell freely from her lips. “My darling sweetheart” so she has called you, and you have been too naive, too lovesick to believe that, albeit being under the influence of liquor, she has peppered you with kisses while thinking of you, while still being aware that it was on your body that she was leaving her traces. Alas, it has never crossed your mind that you would turn out to be a cheap substitute for the one she truly desires.
“Oi oi Lady Senjumaru has brought a girl to her palace.” 
When you have heard such murmurs amongst the guards, as selfish as it is, you were hoping it to be a falsehood.
Your little glimmer of a hope is crushed into smithereens once you are summoned to her chambers only to have your heart join the pile of dust on the ground. Nestled in your lady’s arms like a baby bird, a naked girl mewls and trembles whilst red lips leave messy kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.
The spider is making a show of devouring its prey, but instead of fear, you fall victim to pain, oh wretched, unforgiving pain. She is being deliberately cruel because ultimately, you are an audience to this play only due to her invitation.
“My darling little sweetheart.” And you watch, drenched in melancholy, as your lady savours the lips of someone who is not you.
Oh. 
“You.” Comes the voice, indifferent unlike the loving coo that was just uttered to the girl cradled close to her chest. “I want you to tidy up my place while I take my darling home.”
Oh. 
A nod, or rather, a bow is all you can manage so as not to bare your features that is now marred with an endless cascade of tears.
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Peeved would be a horrible understatement. It does not bode well with Senjumaru that while you were all she could think about, you had been cosying up to another, who, for all she knows, could have been one of her friends. Judging from the little display the other day, it could very well have been Kirio. How laughable she must have appeared, being all overly defensive for naught. 
She admits however that she was unnecessarily cruel with her reaction, and that her little act of revenge was childish at best. Essentially, she has only herself to blame, misinterpreting your innocent admiration for her to be something else, something sacred. And now, with that calloused display of hers, she might have even ruined the bond that the two of you have shared. 
No matter how she reasons with herself, it still perturbs her after all, and once again, something ugly rears its head when she finds more of those lingering hickeys on your body while she crosses paths with you in Kirinden. 
Good and evil play a tug of war, and evil emerges victorious.
“Back from another fun, I presume?”
“Why do you care?”
“My, what gives you the impression that I do? I’m merely curious which one of my comrades’ bed one of my guards is diligently warming every night.”
“Curiosity kills the cat, Lady Senjumaru.”
Rising out of the pool like a predator on a hunt, she corners her prey. Whereas her spindly arms manipulate you so that you are facing away from her and then, trap you against the wall, her two hands find home in the dip of your hips, pulling you until your back fits into the curve of her body.
“And oh does it pounce!” Growls the hunter as lips find your nape, teeth bestowing bruises and tongue soothing stings, all the while you shake like a leaf in her bodily confine.
Her hands wander over to your ribcage, holding you there, thumbing the soft underside of your breasts. It has your back curving into her body.
“Swift work is my biggest selling point, you understand. Do not underestimate the name of Senjumaru.” The sinking of her teeth directly into the throbbing vein on your neck triggers your fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh. “Shu- ngh- Shutara.”
Senjumaru remembers a dream, an all too tantalising dream. In it, her charming little prey was deliciously caught in her web, and the great weaver has taken her sweet time savouring the delectable creature. What a divine little thing her prey was, squirming in her grasp and panting her name, ambrosia to her ears, while her mouth has mapped as many inches of skin as she could manage, committing everything to memory. It stays with her even when dawn breaks, except that, the dream she had was all but a dream, eluded Senjumaru. 
Amidst her arm twining round your chest, she hears it, a broken little sound that is but a tiny whisper. 
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The lady turns you in her arms. With gentle fingers, she tucks a few wayward strands behind your ears to reveal more of her colourful works, which she gingerly traces with a delicate digit. 
“These were my doing.” It is not a query, merely a statement.
“I understand that you have mistaken me for someone else.” You release a sigh, eyes slipping shut when a thumb presses onto a particularly sore spot. “So please, just let me be.”
“Is that what you want of me? To let you be?”
“What I want doesn’t matter.”
“Why doesn’t it matter?” Your attempt to flee from her gaze is effectively put to an end by a hand cradling your jaw. Mindlessly, a thumb bestows soft caresses to the apple of your cheek. “Answer me.”
“It just doesn’t, alright? Because I’m not- I’m not what you want.” When you look into her eyes, she finds in yours the first dew of tears, and before they could escalate into a cloudburst, she pulls you into her six-armed embrace, your face safely tucked into the nook of her neck. Along with a soft lingering press of a kiss atop your temple, she breathes her words into your skin. “Though I have a penchant for darning, it seems I’m superb at tearing the one thing I want perfectly weaved.”
“I hate you, my lady.” By the way your hands are fisting into her flesh as though your life depends on it, she begs to differ, though she only indulges you, a ghost of a smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Do you now?”
“Very much so. I hate that I love you.”
“Oh, but my dearest, how I love that you love me.”
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the-whispers-of-death · 1 year ago
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i miss king!stone how is my boy
Let me just say it took me an embarrassingly long time to find the King!Stone Drabble, because I was convinced for some reason that I had written it when I had started to deviate putting things on my numerous masterlists (why did I start doing that?) but I checked my Stone x Male!Reader Masterlist, and there it was. Thankfully. Cause I was not finding it when I was searching on my Tumblr blog.
Anyways, here's the first post. Let's get into the juicy parts.
King!Stone was shameless staring out the window of his bedchambers which was conveniently looking out into the courtyard where you were training with the rest of the Royal Guard. A Royal Guard which was his alone and loyal to him.
It soothed him to know he finally had guards that were truly his own, no longer sullied by the influence of his late father. And the cherry on the top was you, his Head Guard who made his heart race.
He knew he shouldn't be falling for you, but he couldn't help it. With you around, he felt safe. Felt like he could shed the cold and stoic demeanor his father had beaten into him.
So it was only right that he watched you train, so that he could make sure you were still his guard. That you were still safe.
His brown eyes took in every detail of you as you sparred with another guard, drinking in the sight of your muscles moving beneath all that armor.
When it came to you, he was like a virgin—scratch that, he was actually a virgin. He was like a dehydrated man and you were a river, he wanted to drink everything you were, consume you until you were all he could think about.
A little voice in his head, that sounded an awful lot like his later father's, told him he was being pathetic. He was a king and yet here was, vying for your attention. But his heart couldn't help it, not when you'd glance up and at the palace's windows and you'd smile at seeing him looking down at you.
He was bewitched by you, destined to foolishly follow after you like you were the king and he was the guard. He desired you, desired to have you beside him on a throne.
But he forced himself to slow his thoughts down, to just be content in staring at you from afar.
After all, Stone might be a king but before that, he was his father's weapon. A beast on the battlefield. Surely, you desired someone better than a man wrought with war and paranoia. You deserved to settle down with someone who was calmer and could give the peace you no doubt could give him.
Little did he know, all you desired was him. And you felt very guilty for that.
So here you two were, believing the other deserved more than you could offer.
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liillyliilly · 1 year ago
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The Princess, The Guard, And The Impossible Task
oikawa tooru x reader words; 4209 synopsis; oikawa's just a commoner, his only chance to become a knight rests on watching the king's alarmingly cold daughter.
There never was a chance for him was there?
Oikawa Tooru was doomed to never to be a Knight for the Royal Family.
He wants to, desperately. Being just a mere commoner under the King’s rule was never his intention, but it was the life he was born into. That didn’t stop him from going for what he desired. There was a type of shine and luxury to being a Knight, they fight and protect the Kingdom, and then in exchange they get treated the way they want. Royals had it easy and Oikawa hated the injustice of it all.
So, he worked for it. He trained every single day. Even when his hands were blistering and until his feet had callouses on the heels, he would train. The regime for being a Knight was easy to follow. Training and practicing, Oikawa advanced quickly through the ranks of workers under the King. No one could stand in the way of his raging war path to Knighthood.
His best friend Iwaizumi helped to continue his progress when the public trainings became too dull and repetitive for Oikawa. Always pushing him and challenging him with new maneuvers, new sword attacks, even hand to hand combat.
Nothing stood in Oikawa's plan except for the fact that Knighthood was only given to those of blue blood, only if they were connected somewhere through the Royal lineage, only then were they ever given the chance to be a Knight.
The desire he had to be a knight shone through, and he was given an opportunity. The personal guard of the King often scouted Royals to join the Knights, especially from the certain classes of trainees for normal sheriffs. As the lonesome guard observed the class, Oikawa stood out to him.
Already a knight, Iwaizumi joined Oikawa in classes occasionally, the only person who could actually match Oikawa's drive and intensity without losing a finger in the process.
The King's guard watched as the two elite participants practiced. Oikawa's form was perfect in the dueling portion of the class, and yet he didn’t bear the simple emblem of Royal lineage on his left breast pocket. This intrigued the guard, if a normal subject of the Kingdom could advance this quickly to a class of this level and beat most of the other students then Oikawa was surely special enough to be Knighted. When the guard talked to the King about it, the King denied his request for Oikawa to be put through Knight training.
If Oikawa wanted to be a Knight then he would have to prove it to the King by his standards. By protecting something, something the thing the King held valuable to him. His only child, his daughter. Oikawa had heard rumors of the difficulty to find proper protection over Princess L/N. At the time, all Oikawa could think of was that he wanted to be a Knight, so he took the King’s offer.
In a trade, the form of his opportunity took shape. He would be the personal guard to the Princess for a month, and then if after his time guarding her, if he still wanted to be a Knight, he would be given the Knighthood.
At the end of the first day, there she sat writing notes in her notebook as her personal tutor droned on and on. Oikawa thought he would die of boredom just standing at the door keeping watch, but the Princess looked content with making her notes look fancy and adding all types of brightly colored ink on the crinkled tan pages.
Dipping her quill into bright blues, bloody reds, and earthy greens. The quill spiraled across the page in cursive print worthy of being framed and hung on the walls of the palace. Oikawa was simply admiring her abilities, nothing else, he mused. Not her hands, or the way the ink would stick to her skin when she accidentally brought the quill to her neck as she paused. Leaving dots of all colors across her collarbone.
After knowing her for a single day, Oikawa understood why all her other guards didn’t work out in the end. She was well behaved, almost too well behaved. She never spoke out of turn, she never blurted out her personal thoughts, she didn’t even try to make conversation with Oikawa and just gave him curt nods or shakes of her head.
It was almost as if she had been stripped away of any personality. But there were moments that her true character shone through, and Oikawa soon found himself searching for ways to bring it out. Even if he was just guarding her as a way to achieve his own personal gain, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t help her in the process, now could it?
Only a week after beginning his post as Y/n’s guard when she looked at him, Oikawa thought he was going to die. Her intense gaze shook him to his very core. She was putting away her latest reads back onto the grand bookshelves of the Royal Library, Oikawa carrying around twelve books in his arms.
She feigned disinterest at the way his arms would bunch and tighten, the muscles acting as a testament of his dedication. She finally agreed with her father's choice in guard clothing, sleeveless. Next time she would see if he could carry fifteen books instead. She knew he could handle it.
“You are thinking about me.” She took another book from his grasp and stood on her toes to return it onto the shelf.
“No, Princess, of course I am not-” Oikawa flushed. His mind ran with thoughts of her finding out that he wasn’t actually a Royal, or that she would ask him to stop guarding her and then he would lose his chance to become a Knight.
“Stop trying to get to know me. It’s easier that way.” She grabbed two more books and placed them away, before turning on her heel to the next row of shelves. The musty scent of paper and dust hung in the air, the smell clearly belonged in the library. The way the shuffling of her feet against the carpet floors, also belonged. The way Oikawa could see her weaving in and out of the rows of books, she so clearly belonged in the library.
Oikawa had tried to conversate between her lessons, when she was out in the palace gardens, when she was doing small chores that he had tried to do instead. He was trying to know her, to make the companionship less of a bore and more of an enriching engagement in learning about the future ruler over the kingdom.
“If there is one thing that I cannot stand, Oikawa, it’s people who shove their noses into others’ business.”
Oikawa was playing her game now. She had challenged him the moment she had started talking, and she was winning. If she was going to be bold, then he was as well.
“And Princess, if there is one thing that I cannot stand, it is Princesses who hardly have any semblance of a personality.” Oikawa could have sworn he saw her smirk when she tried to hide her face behind the arm she was using to put away the last book from his hands.
She held her head high as they exited the library, she nodded to her servants that went about their way, cleaning and making preparations for the next ball. When they went down an empty hallway, she moved to face Oikawa, closing space between them as she threatened him.
“You will never know me. At least not the version of me you so stubbornly want to see.” As she went to put distance between them, Oikawa found himself wishing he could still smell the cocoa and coconut oil scent that radiated off of her.
“What if I told you that I already know everything about you?” Oikawa wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t oblivious, and he was most definitely not unaware of the way she flinched whenever her father walked into the same room as her. “You are hiding, hiding behind your façade of the perfect little Princess.”
Although he was desperate to know more. He wanted to know what she looked like in the morning just waking up, how her smile looked if she was kissing someone, him even, how all her little sounds worked together to narrate her pleasure.
She scowled at him before dropping the anger and putting up another mask of simple contentment as they reached her bedroom.
“And you have a secret, I can tell. So, I propose a race, of sorts, Oikawa. If you can figure out the real me then I’ll let my father Knight you early. If I can figure out whatever your secret is then you have to leave my Kingdom and never return.”
“Sounds like an impossible task Princess. It isn’t fair if you are never going to give me an opportunity to know the real you, as you so bluntly stated it.”
“Fine, I will adjust the conditions of this figurative race then. I will do my best to give opportunities for you to see who I am. That way, our game is fair.” She smiles at him before entering her room and shutting the door.
She never slammed the door on him. When she held the door open for him once, after a garden walk, he knew she wasn't like any Princess he had heard of from all the other kingdoms. Harsh, prissy, cruel, Princesses were the only kind of Princess? Or so he had thought before he became familiar with his own Princess.
Oikawa nodded his head in the face of her closed door, before taking his post to the side. Leaning against the wall, he rested his foot against the brick and let out a deep sigh. He really was playing a dangerous game with her. But he couldn’t let his growing feelings be the reason for his demise. In a game with Y/n, he couldn’t lose, or else everything he had worked for would have been for nothing.
As much as Oikawa wanted his interactions with her to be nothing but formal, professional, he often found that he crossed the line often. He was following her as she walked about the market, looking at all the wares foreign traders had come to sell and buy. Fresh fruits and crisp vegetables made the entire market area smell like a kitchen. As Oikawa caught a glimpse of the jewelry stands, he saw the necklace that had caught his eye. It was a simple chain, with a simple diamond, but it was colored in a way that looked exactly like his Princess’s eyes.
As Y/n inspected some of the ceramic vases available, Oikawa bought the necklace and placed it around his neck, hiding the diamond underneath his shirt. The metal was cold against his warm skin. But he felt comforted by the idea of having something that resembled her close to him. When she walked up to his side again, Oikawa coughed into his elbow, making her pay attention to him.
“You should get this one.” Oikawa pointed to a large and gaudy emerald ring. Y/n chuckled before nodding her head.
“If you ask me, Oikawa, it fits you a lot better than it fits me.” She states seriously and with a blank look on her face. Oikawa gasps, and fakes hurt by putting a hand to his forehead.
“Princess, you wound me.” Y/n pats his head before cooing slightly. Oikawa wishes he could have kissed her cheek in that moment. But then he remembers, he is her guard. She is a princess. Their relationship is nothing but a business exchange. It is not a friendship and as much as he wishes, it is not a courtship.
On the days she is quieter, Oikawa still talks to her. Even if she hardly responds. If he did get a response it was a simple upwards turn of her mouth, or a movement of her head. He rambles to her about random things, or of his opinions, and she listens. Oikawa had gotten used to people hearing him, but he never had someone listen to him.
“And the Knights are so, they just get to be and do whatever they want. I want that kind of freedom.” He exhales as Y/n continues to braid the fabric of the doll she is making.
“Why are you making a doll? You don’t have any in your room, or keep any in your spot in the library.”
Y/n hums, before cutting off a thread and setting the doll down onto the table. She shifts her chair so her chair is directly across from where Oikawa stood against her bedroom wall.
“Do you know how many children in this kingdom don’t have parents?” Oikawa shakes his head. “They deserve something for all they go through. So, I make these dolls, and have them delivered to the orphanages, anonymously of course.”
“Of course?” Oikawa questions.
“If my father knew that it was me doing this he would get upset, telling me to spend my time in a way that could actually come to an eventual fruition. Or at least a ‘noble cause’ as he calls it.”
Oikawa clenches his teeth. Over the days, his opinion of his King has lowered and lowered. The King is nothing but horrible to the servants, while Y/n makes up for it by being kind and forgiving. The King is brash and rude to the poor and needy, where Y/n does everything she can to provide a way of suitable living for all. If it was up to Oikawa, he would kick out the King and have Y/n rule. She would rule with a strong will but open mind.
Oikawa still needed to train, keeping in peak condition. But one day, he pushed himself too far and pulled a muscle. He kept groaning as he walked around with Y/n, his leg pulsing with hot blood and sore ligaments. After he had accidentally cursed as he stepped forward, Y/n stopped walking around the ballroom, holding the delicate decorations in her hand.
“Is there something bothering you Oikawa?” Worry was dripping on her words.
“Everything is fine, Princess.” When he takes a step forward, he falls from the lack of strength in his leg.
“Tooru!” Y/n immediately moves so that she is cradling his head. She takes a deep breath. “Oikawa, can you move?”
“Yes, I can. My leg is just-”
“You are lying. Stop lying to me. You clearly hurt your leg. Let me go get some help.” She offers, but Oikawa grips her hand.
“Don’t. If anyone found out that I was incapable of protecting you then my Knighthood would be at risk.” Y/n opened her mouth to say something but held back.
So, they just stay there. Oikawa resting his head on Y/n lap, trying to ignore the feeling of his leg aching, but focusing on the way she nervously runs a hand through his hair. He swears, as he looks up into her eyes, that he would protect her with his life.
If the game was supposed to be dangerous and scary, then why did Oikawa like playing it with her? He knew what the answer was, he likes her, that much is clear.
Later that evening, Oikawa rubbed his leg while sitting on his straw bed. The boarding for him was impromptu, but at least it was warm in the lowest level of the castle.
When a knock rapped at his door, he assumed Iwaizumi had finally come back from an assignment and wanted to share the stories of his adventures. His surcoat rested on his chair, leaving him in a loose linen top and brown fabric pants, the tie of his shirt undone and the expanse of his chest visible.
"Iwai, you lucky bastard-"
She coughed lightly into her arm, looking up to the casing as if it held the secrets of the world.
"Give me two moments." She nodded before stifling a laugh, shifting to a light giggle that he could hear from his side of the door.
Quickly tying his shirt up, and throwing his coat over his frame, he ran a hand through his hair.
"Princess, come in."
She was draped in a black cape, with a hood over her head. She looked around his room, grazing over his personal belongings that rested on his chest of drawers. She motioned for him to sit back down on his bed, he limped slightly. Pulling out a vial from her pocket, she patted his bad knee softly.
"Slide your pant leg up if you would please." How could she say something like that without any sort of hesitance? He obliged.
Slowly, she poured the vial into her hand little by little, rubbing the mixture over his calf, knee, and stopping midway up his thigh. It smelt of mint and lemon. She smiled at him wordlessly, leaving about a half full vial on his side table.
The feeling of her hands on his leg, caring and tender, made him lightheaded.
Days later, after what Oikawa now referred to as the pinnacle for his affections for his Princess, was the biggest hurt he had ever experienced. Sitting in the courtyard, she sat with her journal and a book, reading for minute before rushing to write her thoughts down onto her journal. Oikawa stole away her book, lifting it high above his head, leaving her jumping around him trying to get her book back.
“Why do you flinch whenever the King enters the room?” His question seemed like a simple one, maybe the shining gold of the King’s robes shined onto her eyes a little too much. Or perhaps his worst nightmare would be true. The nightmare that haunted him was that all Royals beat their kids into submission.
“My father is not a kind person, especially not when you are his only child and you have to deal with the highest expectations of perfection placed onto your shoulders.” She stops trying to jump, giving him the answer, the one he was looking for. Except now he didn’t want to know the answer. Oikawa holds onto her elbow keeping her close to him.
“That bastard. Who would even think to hit a child?” Oikawa sets the book down, looking at her as both of their eyes slowly sheen over with tears. He's supposed to be her guard, his only job is to protect her, and he feels horrible that he couldn’t protect her when she needed him most.
She swallows thickly before opening her mouth to croak out an answer, “A king would hit a child.”
She steals the book away from where it sat on the bench, grabbing her journal from Oikawa as well. Trying to exit the courtyard through the archway that is covered in flora. Oikawa lets her leave.
The next day when Oikawa has to take her into the ballroom to check the preparations, his impulse to block her from the King by rushing to put his arm in front of her can’t be stopped. Y/n lightly pushes his arm down and gives her father a side hug, as he goes on about her planning.
“The design really is beautiful, using the autumnal colors to decorate is pure genius.” The King rambles, and Oikawa has to stop himself from seething at his words. Oikawa clears his throat before speaking.
“Your majesty, may I talk to you about my Knighthood?” Y/n’s eyebrows shoot up and she gapes, her eyes wide.
“Don't you still have another week or so of guarding my child?”
“I would like to revoke my place of potential Knighthood.” Oikawa didn’t want to work for a corrupt leader, even if it gave him the opportunity for the easiest way out of leading a life as a simple cog in the machine of the Kingdom.
“Oh, really why is-”
“Father, mother called for you an hour ago. You must meet her, or else she might anger.” Y/n cuts in.
The king smiles at his daughter, cups her face in his hand before uttering a goodbye, “We will talk later Oikawa.” He nodded and made his escape, his long cape of expensive fabric trailing behind him.
Y/n turns to Oikawa, her bottom lip trembling slightly. “All you have ever wanted was Knighthood, why now do you choose to revoke your only chance of getting it? If it is because of what I told you the other day, please reconsider your reasoning. Oikawa, I will not let you throw away your opportunity.”
Oikawa would have begun arguing immediately, had it not been for her first sentence. “My only chance of getting Knighted?” Y/n covers her mouth with her hands, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
“You know. You know I'm not of royal blood.” He whispers.
“I wasn’t going to tell you that I found out. You have to know that.” Y/n blinks a couple times to try and get rid of any possible tears.
“You figured it out and yet you didn’t make me leave the kingdom. Why?” Oikawa is glad that the ballroom in empty, leaving him and Y/n to stand in the center of the huge room. This confrontation wouldn't feel less important if it was in any other place. This conversation would feel as entangled and deep even if it was on a dirt path, if it was in the stables, anywhere.
“Because I like having you around Oikawa, is that not clear to you?” She goes silent as she waits for Oikawa to respond. She holds onto her skirt tightly, wrinkling the baby blue silk fabric. Oikawa rushes to kiss her. And she lets him. Her hand lets go of her dress as Oikawa wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, protecting her. When he swipes his tongue along her bottom lip, she backs up slightly before shaking her head and chuckling lightly.
“I love you.” He presses his lips to her neck, before nuzzling his nose into the curve between her shoulder and neck.
Y/n ruffles his hair, before kissing the crown of his head. She can’t stop the nerves that build in her chest though. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ll revoke my demand of Knighthood. And resolve to keep being your personal guard.” Oikawa said it like it was gospel.
“What about,” She pauses before grabbing his face to make him look at her, “What about us?”
Oikawa wants to curl up into a ball and die. The rules of society seem dead set on keeping them apart. Royals don’t court, never mind marry, commoners. Oikawa thinks, he thinks harder than he ever has before. Royals can marry Knights. Oikawa can become a Knight, and then he can be with Y/n. He wants to kiss her, and instead of holding back he doesn’t. She lets out a stunned gasp before kissing back.
He nips at her bottom lip, and pushes on her neck so she faces up to him for a better angle. She wraps her arms around his neck and tilts her head to the side, moving her lips from his to his check, and then trailing light kisses along his jawline. Oikawa sighs.
She slips her hand to the front of his chest. Oikawa's ears turn cherry tinted. When she reaches in and pulls out his diamond necklace, he turns his face to the side to avoid eye contact.
"Really?" He nods. "I thought my mind had tricked me that time, you know, when I helped you out." For her it was like a mirror of her own eyes, seeing the same color shining right back at her.
When she reaches into the front of her own blouse, Oikawa's neck flares. She pulls out a similar necklace, with a slightly larger pendant, the same color as Oikawa's own eyes.
"Like milk chocolate," She holds the pendant up to his eyes, "It's not quite identical, I tried to get the jeweler to capture the right color but they just couldn't."
He kisses her open palm. He adjusts his surcoat, leaving his necklace visible over the fabric with royal insignia embroidered all over.
She furrowed her eyebrows then looked to the ground before meeting his eyes again. “You're going through with it. You are going to try to become a Knight, aren’t you?” Oikawa nods, his hair falling onto his forehead.
“But, what about-”
“I don’t want there to be any reasons for us not to be together. I can figure everything out, I promise.”
Oikawa was eventually Knighted, then he married Y/n. The commoner turned into a Knight, then into the future King. So, Oikawa supposes, there never was a chance of him being a Knight. Because now, he ruled the kingdom with the only person he could ever imagine to be right by his side, Y/n. He still called her ‘Princess’ though, purely from habit, and because he would always remember the kind of person he first knew her as.
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as an avid rofan enjoyer ur so right about gepard being 2nd ml coded 😭 HE'S SUCH A PERFECT FIT he would be suspicious of fl at first (if they first meet like mc did in jarilo) but then warm up to her and become friends and then she'd show him how to take care of himself and not be such a workaholic and maybe they meet by chance when he patrols omfg the possibilities...and then gepard realizes way late he has a crush (and he's at a disadvantage bc he isn't a black haired cold duke of the north who the fl is in an arranged marriage with) and he blushes sm around her even though he knows perfectly well how to be chivalrous he just makes more mistakes and blanks out....and tries to grow flowers that remind him of her...but keeps his distance bc she's married and gets heartbroken when he sees fl and cold duke growing closer and closer </3 (i yapped a little sorry lmao) i can count on one hand the manhwas with mls that remind me of him and that's something that needs to change Right Now
YOU GET MEEEE he drowns himself in his work again to try and distract himself, but he's still clearly affected by it 💔 when he overworks himself, he gets reminded of the FL's concern for him and he just. suffers more. like i'm gonna need to get isekai'd or something to help mend his broken heart (another trope i adore /coughs)...
imagine him with a person he's never met before, showering him in so much love and affection.. he wouldn't know what to do!!! gepard is still the polite nobleman that he is, but his politeness keeps people at a distance rather than pull them towards him (which is understandable since everyone in the nation knows about his recent heartbreak). yet this person keeps approaching him. constantly asks about his day, how he's feeling, etc. and even offers to try doing his work for him just to ease the burden off his shoulders.
and it works. the servants are the first to notice the change, then his sisters, and gepard is the last person to realize that his chest doesn't hurt as much anymore, or he isn't feeling as exhausted as usual.
over time, he started avoiding the garden he loved so much because it brought about painful memories of him and the FL. the one time he visits it again, he sees that person watering the flowers that reminded him of the FL. they don't notice him, but he has the opportunity to see the way the morning sun shines on their disheveled hair and blessing their cheeks with warmth. the dirt on their garments. the silly little tune they hummed and the gentle smile on their face—
gepard knows this feeling blooming in his chest all too well, and for the first time in months, he doesn't mind being in this garden again
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fireflycantsleep · 11 months ago
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Royal Guard Simon Riley x Princess Reader
Part2.
SFW
Knight! Simón who is an exceptional watchdog, assists your aldo in all your royal duties by taking the place of your mother as queen. Budgeting for decorations, banquets, festivals, palace maintenance and making appearances when your father was unable or too busy to do so.
He came to all of that.
Even though he knew it would be extremely uncomfortable for him, Simon agreed. Because of you.
He could have sent one of his subordinates or even some of your maids to keep you company.
But he was a selfish bastard who wanted to be there, by your side, to make sure his little princess was okay.
His. Keeping away the gazes of the vultures that watched your tender, calm flesh.
He was willing to put up with your tantrums and tantrums when you asked to go out to tea parties and he denied you.Willing to listen to your little gasps behind the door that only he guarded. Listening to your little discoveries like how ants, no matter how small, would commit more war crimes for an insignificant piece of bread.
He would accept anything just to see your eyes fixed directly into his without fear. Without hesitation.
Your voice although sometimes awkward in connecting your tongue with your thoughts, you never failed to be direct and look at him as.... Perhaps if a terrifying man, but he had understood that you were strangely uncomfortable.
"Stop looking at me like that, princess" he asked quietly, standing in front of your bedroom door, not allowing you to leave. "I said you're not going to the orchard today."
You glared at him, protesting your excuses for going to check on your little new sprouts, downplaying the threat your father had given you for doing things for lower-class people. You didn't mind getting reprimanded by your old dad.
But Simon did. It made his blood boil to see you with your head down. Always.
"Wait until the waters calm down," he asked in a gentler tone. Which definitely confused you, taking the frustration away from your face.....
He liked that expression too.
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luxthestrange · 2 years ago
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ufostaysfalling · 2 years ago
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Asking the guards for help on exam studying
Edward ✨
“Of course!” Edward shouted from inside his armor making you jump. You could barely get done asking your favor before he was eagerly agreeing. “I didn’t even finish-“ You started before Edward let out a boastful laugh. His armor reverberating with its force. “No need! I’d be honored to help you out. Just make sure to stay focused on the study guide and not my chiseled features.” He smirked, flipping up his golden visor to reveal his beaming eyes.
Though, midway through he went on an angry rant about how long the flash cards were. “Even the answers are 2 paged essays!” He complained.
Launcelot 🍄
“I’d be delighted!” He said cheerfully, dropping his scepter carelessly and immediately taking the study guide and cards from your hands. “You seem pretty damn excited just to read some questions on something you know nothing about.” You chuckled, leaning on the railing behind him. “No. Just excited to read them to you.” He smiled brightly, even though you couldn’t see, but the warmth in his voice gave away his delight.
Proceeded to struggle to read the cards due to him not being able to wear his glasses under the helmet. “I can read them if yo-“ you started, reaching your hand out to him only to have it slapped away by his metal hand. He turned away and held the card closer to his face. “I-I got it. Just gimme a sec-“.
Alexander 🍔
“-if you could help me study for an upcoming exam??” You asked gently.
“Alex?” You tapped his armor making him jump up and hold his green sceptor above his head to strike but soon recognizing his target “Oh! Hey bud-“ he stopped abruptly to release an aggressive yawn “-whats going on?”
“I asked if you could help me study.” You repeated, holding the papers out to him. “Ah! Uh- You sure?” He hesitantly grabbed the papers and scanned over the text. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be sure?” You said while taking a seat on the bridge railing. “Everyone says I’m stupid. You’re better off asking Baj.” He tried to hand the papers back but you pushed them back into his arms. “You’re not stupid. And plus, I’d rather be here with you than with my table partner.”
Both of you took a break midway through to eat some snacks from his suit.
The chocolates were cold and solid and the honeybuns were warm.. Made you wonder if he had designated compartments for certain food.
Zalia 🏆
“You can’t ask anyone else? I’m on duty.” She said coldly, not moving a muscle even when speaking. “Zar, please! I trust you the most.” You pleaded, staring into the black abyss beyond her visor. Little did you know how she was slowly cracking at your puppy eyes. She sighed heavily and told you to come back when she’s off duty.
Later that night, on her way to the knights sleeping quarters, you stopped her just before she could turn the corner. She released a long sigh before closing the door behind of her and following you to the study hall.
Though, very reluctant at first, she was a big help. Super precise and strict about your answers. Yeah, it was hella annoying- but you passed your exam with flying colors.
You baked her cupcakes in baking class to thank herd to which she was once again- VERY RELUCTANT. Even though once she was alone in his room, she melted into her chair after the first bite
Vander🕷️
He stared at the papers for awhile before taking them and reading each question to himself. “Uhm.. is that a yes?” You leaned in closer, trying to peek through is eye covering. His head snapped up, handing the papers back to Y/N. “The answers are A, B, D, A, C, C, D-“
“You’re supposed to read them to me!” You explained, causing him to stop. “Ah. Apologizes for my misunderstanding.” He gently took the guides back and read the questions in his gravely voice. At some points he stopped and stared at the paper for what felt like an hour. “Is everything alright?”
“Your handwriting is very pretty.” He replied blandly before continuing with the questions like nothing.
Oliver 🌸
“-if you could help me out with it?” You asked, holding the papers and cards up into view. You could visibly see Oliver flinch at her request. “Me?” He muttered, pointing to himself with shaking hands. “I’d love to help.. you.. but d-dont you think there are better choices? Like u-uh.. tutors? Or.. Taj?”
You shook your head and smiled brightly “I want your help.”
He quietly hyped himself up as he placed his heart scepter onto the stone rail behind him. “O-Okay then..” Oliver mumbled, hesitantly taking the papers from you.
The study session went great! You learned all you needed and passed the exam perfectly. Besides telling him to speak up every now and then, Oliver was the best tutor you could ask for.
Philip⚔️
Without another word, Philip was already reading each question with a clear voice. It was like being read a bedtime story by a robot. He was so punctuated and effortlessly perfect with everything he did. Edward wishes.
“I’m sorry to say Miss Y/N but..” He gulped “You’re handwriting is difficult to read-“
He spoke as if you were gonna beat him and take his nose. “How? That’s my best work!” You stepped closer to peak at the papers.
“Maybe your just used to reading fine print. My work is authentic.” You crossed your arms and remarked with a smug face. Philip stopped and stared at your face. Playful confidence.
He was also orderly and strict, seeing you be so original made him admire you greatly. “U-Uh ahem. Back to uhm.. this.” He cleared his throat and his mind as he began to read through the papers again.
Hans ⚡️
“No.” Hans said coldly, not bothering to even look at Y/N. “Oh, come on. Nothings happened in weeks! No one would even care if you diverted your attention somewhere else for A FEW MINUTES.” She reasoned, dropping her hip and placing her hand upon it angrily. “I can assure you it’ll be more than ‘a few minutes’. Especially with you.” He insulted. Y/N gasped, gently hitting him over the head with the papers “I’m gonna fail if you dont help me!”.
“That’s my problem how?” Hans groaned, his grip on his sector tightening.
After what felt like an hour of begging, he let out a harsh sigh before snatching the papers. He rushed through each question and told you to quit bothering him. “Thanks, Hans.” You giggled, retreating to your dorm.
“Oh, Hanny~ Whatever shall I do without you~!” Nathaniel sung in his best Y/N impression. “Dont worry, sweetheart, I got this.” Alexander replied in his best Hans voice. The two laughed at Han’s growing anger before Zalia ordered them to stop.
Nathaniel 🧸
“Yes! I mean of course!” Nathaniel chirped. You smiled at this enthusiam and held out the papers for him. Nathaniel then gently pushed your hands back with his free hand “Nononoo please, meet me after school and we can study somewhere quieter.” He insisted. Skeptical, you followed his orders and went off back to the courtyard to finish up the school day. Maybe he was just buying himself time to escape- or replace himself with another student. Nathan wouldn’t do that..
Right?
That same afternoon, you waved a goodbye to Avery as you made your way down the stairs of Royal High. As you got closer to the main entrance you saw Nathaniel waiting causally. Seeing him without his armor was really a treat, especially when his dreamy eyes would be focused on souly you. Relief washed over you to see his cheery smile urging you towards him.
He took you out to drinks at Diamond Beach. His treat, thankfully. The two of you sat facing each other at a bar table and chatted the evening away. In all honesty…
Little studying got done. But having him be so forward and kind was more than enough motivation to pass that test.
Taj 📚
Before you could ever begin talking, Taj placed his sceptor on the ground and held out his hands eagerly for the study guide. You were taken aback by his excitement but you handed him the papers. Taj reader quickly through the words before already having an answer for every single one. “Ok so the variable is a lie on this equation! And to find the true ‘form’ you have to simplify and use the denominator-“ He explained rapidly before noticing your overwhelmed expression.
Taj cleared his throat and took a step back to let you calm down. “Apologizes, dear Y/N, let me try that again.”
For the next hour, he explained each question in great detail and made damn sure you understood every step. Sooner or later, you were passing that class well enough to skip a grade.
Avery 👑
“Morning Y/N! Going out for lunch?” Avery chirped as you approached the entrance. “Nope.” You replied with a turn of the head. “Need something from your car?”
“Noopeee.” You turned your head again, crinkling the paper in your hand gently to give her a slight hint. “Want to study by the dream fountain?”
“Ugh! I’m here for you, Ave!” You broke, holding out the paper. “Me?” She questioned, taking the paper and reading over the print. Her face lit up in realization but then darkened again. “I have this same study guide, Y/N..”
“You have this class? Then you can totally help me out!” You cheered before noticing her pained expression. Oh no..
Both of you spent the night in your dorm trying to figure out that the hell each question means. What does it mean by ‘Ratify the Denominator’?!??!!
Leon 🧿
“So can you help?” You asked. Leon stared at the paper and took a longggggggg sigh. He hesitantly reached out for the paper only to see the subject of the problems. “Oh hell yeah I can help you!” He gasped, immediately dragging you over to the fountain to sit and go over it. Leon wasn’t the brightest but he didn’t shine through on certain topics.
“And that’s how to destroy the maribeth of the grounding rules.” Leon huffed, finally taking a breath from all the talking he’s been doing. “I think I get it now! Thank you so much- Oh! Can you take a look at this for me? Can you help with this aswell?” You pulled another paper from your bag and handing it to his gloved hands.
Leon’s eyes scanned over the words before shoving the sheets back into your arms and scurrying back to his post.
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Ratify the Denominator is exactly how my teacher sounds to me 💀 I’m not even sure I’m doing math anymore.
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