#that feeling when ur a knight and you are not allowed to fall for ur princess but you do anyways

[circusbutch]

Always 15 paces back,,

[wttcsms]

most noble ; kento nanami.

pairing kento nanami x f!reader  word count 3.6k  synopsis your beloved knight nobly defends your honor by participating in a tourney to duel the man who insults you. he does not realize that the reward for his victory is your hand in marriage. content contains medieval royal au, knight!nanami & princess!reader, age gap (reader is 22/nanami is 29), longing!!! it's about the pining!!!, requited unrequited love, romantic tension, nanami being hopelessly in love but feeling undeserving :( author's notes omg can y'all just get ur acts together n marry each other holy shit (make me make a pt. 2, plssss)

Kento Nanami knows that he’s made a mistake, perhaps one so major that not even taking another professional role within the castle will be able to cover it up. Then again, it’s not like him leaving his post the first time around has resulted in any change. Maybe him leaving only to return back to your side once more is precisely the reason why he’s making so many mistakes.

For example, earlier this week, his fingers brushed against yours while handing you your tiara. Or, just before that, he found himself remaining only two steps behind you rather than the traditional three. And maybe he’s just paranoid, afraid that he’s being obvious and overly obnoxious in his displays of affection for you, but he did not earn the title of Head Knight of the Royal Guard for no reason. The king — your father — would not have bestowed such a prestigious title to a man who is not always proceeding with constant caution. 

To any visitor of the court, Sir Nanami is just another highly skilled knight, dedicated to protecting the princess. To Nanami, he is a lovesick fool trailing after you, failing to mask his true affections. 

No one sees through him, except for the one person who he so wishes were blind to his feelings. 

Easily excitable and sweetly endearing, you are the heiress to the throne and future ruler to citizens who adore you. It’s hard not to fall for your charm or the kindness that you bestow upon anyone who comes across your path. You’re considered to be the sun that shines over the kingdom, and Nanami knows of no star that shines brighter than you. 

But behind your youthful exuberance and seemingly carefree attitude is a highly perceptive young lady of the court. With your cheery smiles and laughter that seems to flow so easily and rings through the halls of the castle, it is easy to forget that one day, you will be queen, and that you have been raised your whole life to fulfill your royal duty. 

It is easy to remember this fact when you’re sitting atop your throne, staring down at him as he kneels. 

“You regret it,” you say, absentmindedly tracing the intricate designs carved onto the handles of your seat. You still haven’t learned how to stop moving your hands every time you’re nervous. It’s your only tell; for as well as you can read Nanami, he can read you even better. Your anxiety only causes him to tighten his jaw, his eyes focused on the lower half of your face because this is all his role allows him to do. He should not dare to look Her Royal Highness in the eyes; not at his lowly level in comparison to you.

You frown at his silence, knowing that he’s doing it to raise the barrier between you two. Four years ago, he hadn’t tried to shut you out so firmly, and every day since then, you have spent all your free time wondering why he wants nothing to do with you. 

The it you’re referring to could be many different things. “It” could possibly be him leaving his station as your personal knight in order to become one of the king’s advisors. “It” could also be referring to him returning to be your knight. Or maybe you’re talking about the kiss the two of you shared a fortnight before he decided to stop being your royal guard. The kiss that lingers on his lips, even to this day. He doesn’t even have to think hard enough to remember the wonderful feeling of your soft lips pressed against his own, or that saccharine taste of yours that is yours alone; no fruit, no candy, nothing has ever been able to mimic your sweetness. The kiss that never should have been. The kiss, the kiss, the kiss.

Maybe “it” is none of that, or maybe it’s all of the above. He knows you, and you’re not going to clarify because you believe that Nanami is a mindreader, and for the most part, he is. He knows what gowns you favor, and when you’re sleepy during court meetings, and he knows what order you’re going to eat the food on your plate. He knows where you go when you want to be alone (to the horse stables, to be with your beloved mare), and what your favorite tiara looks like, and that you snort when you laugh (but only ever in the presence of those you are truly comfortable with; only ever in the presence of him). 

He does not, however, know about his place in your heart. 

You wonder if he’s forcing himself to be unaware of your feelings for him. Sometimes, in the corner of your eyes and in your shadow that he follows, you catch him staring at you longingly, hopefully. With a type of reverence that differs from the one grateful citizens show you. This one feels… intimate. A look meant to be shared only with lovers. 

Lovers.

You had toyed with the idea four years ago, when you were eighteen and bright-eyed and much too hopeful for your own good. You craved romance and passion, and whichever suitor you came across, you always found them to be lacking, none of them comparing to Sir Nanami. And you knew, with girlish glee, that it is Nanami that you want. And then came that fateful afternoon in the gardens where you kissed him, and you swore that flowers started blooming on the bushes as a result. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining much brighter than ever, and you felt weightless. As if the inevitability of having to rule a kingdom was no longer a point of stress, and the burdens of your royal duty slipped from your shoulders and melted into the dewy grass beneath you. All that existed, for that brief second of bliss, was you and Nanami.  

And then, two weeks later, he resigned and decided to work for your father. 

His return had come as a surprise to you. During the years he stopped being your knight, you saw him only once a week, if the fates decided to bless you. For the most part, you’ve grown accustomed to only seeing his broad back or a flash of blond hair passing you by in the corridor. You wonder if he knows that he’s your first kiss — your only kiss. Surely he must. He’s spent a good portion of his life ensuring that your virtue was to never be tainted. 

“I do not know what you speak of, My Lady.” He says. He speaks so little to you now that you savor the sound of his deep baritone, the smoothness of how words seem to glide off his tongue. Nanami takes something so mundane as talking and turns it into an art. 

“You regret the duel.” 

And here lies the grand mistake that Nanami cannot figure out how to fix. He believes that being cold to you will perhaps dissuade anyone from assuming how closely he holds you to his heart (his act of emotional indifference towards you is so convincing, even you sometimes believe it), but he’s only human. He is a slave to his emotions — the utterly irrational ones, the ones that make him act a fool — as all men are. 

Nanami hadn’t intended on participating in the tourney. He’s nearing twenty-nine, after all. He’s reached the highest status any knight could possibly aspire to, and he no longer is a squire from a commoner family with something to prove. Tourneys are a thing of the past, a memory from his boyhood. 

But there are visitors from all sorts of lands who came down for this royal celebration. A lowly lord from a kingdom ruled by Mahito is precisely the type of scum that does a disservice to all men. Crass, vulgar, and entirely immature, Lord Shigemo has a dastardly reputation for never keeping his disgusting comments or filthy hands to himself. And while it was not his touch that threatened your very virtue, it was the perverted proclamations he kept declaring that had Nanami seeing red. 

“She’s a bit old for my liking, but I still bet her maidenhood is ripe enough for the taking. I’d love to see her bleed all over my cock.” Lord Shigemo snickers as he loudly announces this, his beady eyes staring right at you. He’s smart enough to not say your name, lest his head end up on a stake outside your father’s castle, but he’s dumb enough to not heed the warnings he’s been told. 

The princess is protected by the bravest of all knights, and the most honorable of all gentlemen. 

For that comment alone, Nanami is ready to unsheathe his sword and behead Shigemo, but he knows he cannot. There has been no direct threat to you, and Nanami has just enough restraint to remember that his anger cannot get the best of him. He is not to harm visitors to the kingdom, no matter how deserving of punishment they are, because maintaining peace between the lands is of the utmost importance. 

But the way your body stiffens and the almost sickly pallor of your face that occur as a result of Lord Shigemo’s verbal transgression is enough to have Nanami pledge his participation in the dueling tourney. He signs his name in the same competition bracket as Shigemo’s, and you’re pleasantly surprised when Nanami kneels down, asking for your favor and a blessing as he goes to represent your family. 

“And what has made you so keen on dueling now, hmm? Why, King Gojo has spent the better half of today trying to goad you into jousting with his knight.” You’re teasing him, eyes sparkling, your gibe gentle and without malicious intent.

You’re not trying to convince Nanami to not partake in the tournament. In fact, you take secret pleasure in watching his swordsmanship, even going out of your way to sneak into the training grounds and watch as he practices moves you’re certain he’s already perfected. For a man with so much muscle mass, he moves swiftly and with a sharp, quick precision that does not befit his firm build. 

“It is to defend my lady’s honor.” He curses himself for being so forthright with his intentions. He could have told you that it was to honor your family, and it would not have been a lie, but it wouldn’t have been said with the same strong conviction he speaks with now. It is not the king or any of your cousins that he is fighting for; it is just you, only you. 

Removing the brooch from your gown, you attach it to the cloth of his shirt that is soon to be covered by armor. It’s a dark blue gem, matching the color your house favors. 

“My most noble of all protectors. You have my favor, then, and all my prayers.” As you always do is the real ending to your sentence, but you fear that if you reveal too much, then Nanami will not be able to focus and give this tourney his all. You wonder if you should reveal the prize for winning, but decide against it at the last minute when he dares to look at you, a glimmer of the same affection from four years ago shining in his dark eyes. It’s a similar look to the one he gave you before your lips met his. 

The urge to kiss him again rises, your heart thumping against your chest, but all you allow yourself to do is smile at him.

The tourney itself is a quick event. Usually, it lasts far longer than the hour it takes up, and the gambling a tense, exciting affair. With Nanami entering at the last minute, most gamblers changed their bets to go all in on him winning, and for a good reason. He makes quick work of every opponent unfortunate enough to be paired with him, and the only time Nanami truly takes his sweet time is when he comes face to face with an anxious Lord Shigemo. 

Even toying with him doesn’t give Nanami much pleasure. Shigemo is a weak opponent, a poorly trained fighter, and a pitiful excuse of a man. Tired of his time being wasted, Nanami has the man shaking underneath the sharp point of his sword within seconds after deciding he is done playing these games. Even after being declared the winner of the whole tourney, an outcome he isn’t surprised at, he doesn’t feel any satisfaction. Flowers and handkerchiefs are being thrown at him as a show of respect and celebration, but only when he looks up into the crowd, his eyes focusing on your smiling visage, does he feel an ounce of pure happiness.

Before he can climb the steps leading to the showbox that houses all the prominent royal families, one of the tourney competitors stops to congratulate Nanami. 

“Lucky bastard.” It’s Naoya Zenin, Crown Prince of the neighboring kingdom. Nanami is glad he was not competing in the same bracket as the prince; not because of a difference in skill, but because wounding a Zenin’s pride was considered treason to them. 

“It’s just flowers.” Nanami says. He doesn’t understand what Naoya’s fascination with them are, but perhaps it’s the glory of being a victor that he’s envious of.

“Don’t be a fool.” Naoya scoffs. “We all know the real prize that every damn man was trying to claim.” 

Nanami is still confused. Of course, Naoya talks incessantly and most of the time, Nanami does not care what the Zenin heir has to say, but he did notice that there were far more competitors signing up for the tourney than previous years. Is there a monetary reward no one told him about? 

“So, how much for you to forfeit?” Naoya asks, completely unaware of Nanami's ignorance. 

“Pardon?”

He rolls his eyes, as if Nanami is some type of undomesticated animal, untrained to following commands. Nanami wishes he had been placed in the same bracket as Naoya now, treason charges be damned. 

“Never mind, then. I’m sure the princess herself will just make an announcement rescinding the reward.” Naoya smirks at the thought of that, and Nanami struggles to fight the urge to demand the prince stop being so cryptic and to just explain what the hell he’s rambling on about. Rescind what reward? 

A familiar head of pink hair pops up by his side, and Nanami immediately recognizes his young student. Eager Yuuji Itadori is smiling widely, happy for his teacher, and for once, Nanami is grateful that young Itadori does not know how to beat around the bush.

“Wow, congratulations, Sir Nanami! I had no idea that you wanted to marry Princess [Name]! Will you still be able to train me as Prince Consort?” 

Nanami’s blood runs cold. Oblivious to his mentor’s sudden anguish, Yuuji continues on. 

“Her Royal Highness was so kind to open the competition for her hand to any class. Of course, some people dared to criticize her and claim it’s because she’s becoming too old to be a maiden so she had to cast a wide net, but I know plenty of ladies who are unwed in their twenties. Will you still be her knight as her husband, or will that role have to go to someone else? Say, Sir Nanami, are you feeling alright?” 

You’re beaming with pride at your beloved knight’s victory, yet nervousness at watching him interact with Prince Naoya started creeping in. You start to relax when the Zenin heir walks off, but your peace of mind shatters when you watch Sir Itadori engage in conversation with Nanami. You watch his facial expression tighten, his body tense up, and you realize that Nanami knows. He knows that he has a right to be betrothed to you, and it dawns on you, from his poor reaction, that this is not the outcome he wanted. 

Which leaves the two of you here, alone in your throne room. Your father had found your idea of a tournament for your hand in marriage to be a silly one, but he had indulged you because you promised to be betrothed to someone at the end of it. By standards of the court, you’re much too old at twenty-two to remain unwed. 

You’ve been plotting ways to get Nanami to participate, even daring to consider commanding him to do so, but never has being a victim to malicious comments ever been as beneficial as it has today. Nanami signed up for the tourney by his own will! His words ring in your ear, looping incessantly as you watch him fight.

It is to defend my lady’s honor.

He does not know the effect that title has on you, at least when it’s coming from him. My lady. His. 

“If the idea of marrying me causes you so much ire, I will call off the betrothal at once and relieve you from your knightly duties, as well.” You do not want to do such a thing, but… You love Nanami. You love him so much that if it is your presence that pains him, you will take your leave now.

“No.” 

The word comes from somewhere deep within himself, throaty and raw, like it hurts to say it, but it had to be spoken. The fates demand it. 

“No?” You repeat, slowly, almost as if the word is something foreign to your tongue.

“Forgive me, my lady. I did not mean to speak out of turn.” 

“You do not want to leave me?” You say it softly, but it’s just the two of you in this room. Every word exchanged seems to bounce around the walls, ricocheting, hitting the both of you in the face. 

“Princess, it is not a matter of my wants.” Why must you torture him so? While he knows he can never marry you, there was a second of elation that excited his soul at the prospect of being your betrothed. He’s lived a rough life, his calloused palms and hardened heart proof of it. He hasn’t allowed himself to indulge in fantasies for quite some time, but you inspire just enough hope that it stabs him in his heart. Daring to dream of the impossible is a fool’s game. 

“Ask me what I want.” You say it firmly. He obliges. 

“What is it that you want, my lady?”

“You, Kento.” 

No title, no boundaries. You have spoken his name, and that sting in his heart, the harmful side effect of his hope, grows. He dares to look up just a bit more, his eyes staring deep into your own. 

All the walls Nanami painstakingly built to separate you two threaten to crumble right before his very eyes. His battlefield tact is of no use here. Had this been any other battle, he would charge forward with his head and sword raised high. Retreat is not an option for a soldier such as himself. 

So why does he flirt with the idea of fleeing now? 

“I am not deserving.”

“It hurts me when you say that.” And you say it with such a wounded look on your soft features that Nanami knows it must be true. 

“I am not even a lord.” He’s fumbling for an excuse, anything to convince you that marrying him would be a mistake. He finds your stubbornness endearing, but he must get you to understand that you will regret marrying him.

“I have no need for a lord.” You retort, almost scoffing at the notion.

“I am seven years your senior.”

“Much better than the suitors decades older than I.” 

“You must understand that I am not the gentlest of men. I am not built for care.” The tips of his ears turn red, a giveaway to his shame and embarrassment at the fact. 

“I am not fragile.” 

Stubborn. You are much too stubborn for your own good.

“I have tainted you.” He chokes out, staring you directly in the eyes. Showing his sins to the broad daylight filtering through the stained glass windows of this room. “I have stolen a kiss meant for your husband.”

“I kissed you! You have tainted nothing, you have robbed no one!” You exclaim, shocked at his misery. 

“And now I have stolen your fate.” He continues. “You should not wish to marry a man like me, and you will only come to regret this impulsive decision of your youth if you force this betrothal.” 

“Am I forcing you, Sir?” The title seems almost like a mockery, especially after you exchanged it for his given name just minutes prior. 

There is nothing Nanami can say that will change your mind, and he realizes this. He realizes the pure selfishness of wanting you to not change your mind, but he is stubborn as well. The tension in this room wraps around the both of you, binding you two together. It’s a battle of wills, now. 

Perhaps it always has been. 

“You will regret this, my lady.” This is what he says. Inside, he begs of you, please do not regret me. 

Satisfied at seemingly having your way, you settle into your throne, leaning back. 

“So noble of you to want to save me from what you consider a dastardly fate, but I shall be the judge of that.” 

And thus, the engagement period begins.

[the-moon-files]

So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

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idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

[shaunamilfman]

THIS IS SO LONG I APOLOGIZE. been thinking of (actual) princess!jackie and knight!reader !!! except, your parents were killed at the hands of jackie’s father when you were younger and you swore to get revenge against the Taylor family.

They were holding a tournament to see who the strongest knight was, you thought this was the perfect opportunity to gain the attention of the royals. you end up winning and the King personally congratulates you. jackie happens to fall in love at first sight when you take off your helmet and begs her father to hire you as her personal knight.

Spending more time with her and her family, but you have to keep reminding yourself why you’re here. but of course, she’s Jackie Taylor and you gain feelings. You take her out at night sometimes to go lay by the lake and just talk. She always asks about your childhood but you brush it off, or make things up. Your first kiss was the day you took her to this flower field near the village you grew up in. You complimented her and told her that her beauty reminds you of flowers, and it took her at least 5 minutes to calm down before she kissed you.

Thinking how hard it would be when you realize you actually Love her. Your real beef was with her father, but you couldn’t handle how distraught she would be if she found out your plan. this is getting long again so let me get to the ending. i had 2 in mind: the King finding out ur intentions and killing you before you killed him, and in front of jackie too :/ OR going thru with ur original plan and killing the entire Taylor family. Jackie included. she’s so betrayed and keeps muttering “why?” over and over until she takes her last breath.

princess jackie ik thats righttttt. this ask reminds me of that butcher of gaul jackieshauna fic a bit actually 🤔. hello. my name is y/n. you have killed my father. prepare to die

jackie sees you run your sword through someone and falls in love at first meeting for sure. you take your helmet off and are covered in the blood of your opponent and it takes everything jackie has not to jump you right there.

you spend so much time protecting jackie because shes so clumsy all the time and you're like "how is this girl alive???" you're like "hey!" and jackie gets so overwhelmed she trips on the carpet and nearly falls down the stairs. oh no, you have to catch her in your arms. she's so obsessed, honestly. (she never seems to be clumsy in the slightest when you're not around)

jackie's just so kind and earnest that you can't help falling for her. princess jackie gives her allowance away to the poor and really cares about her people. she stops in the square to talk to them and seems to know a lot of them by name. she talks to every one of her servants and asks them about their families or how their new baby was doing. she's so very loving that it goes against everything you've ever heard about the king.

you've spent your entire life hating the royal family that you really don't know what to do when confronted with the fact that she's an actual person and you're having a harder and harder time trying to demonize her. the opposite is true for her father, he's just as awful as you heard and even to his own family.

thinking about jackie lying out by the lake while your in full armor standing guard and her just begging and begging you to come sit with her. finally you sneak her away in the middle of the night to do it because the king would have you killed if someone ran into you during the day. jackie's so honest as she talks about her childhood and stuff she loves that you try to be as honest as you can be without actually telling her anything.

your first kiss is so fucking soft and gentle. neither of you have ever had a chance to kiss someone before, her being the princess and you being too busy preparing for revenge. you pull away a bit from her after that, having a really hard time coming to terms with these two waring ideals. you love her so much, deeply and truly. you never thought you'd love anyone like that after your parents died. you've planned your entire revenge around dying after since you wouldn't have a purpose or anyone left to miss you. but now you do, and you aren't sure what to do anymore.

i think both of those endings are depressing as fuck (power to you though bro) so i'm gonna leave it here.

[whumpy-wyrms]

are u in any fandoms? what are ur interests besides whump? u don’t have to answer i’m just curious!!

someone’s asking me about my interests i can’t NOT answer

this got a bit long tho so i’m putting it under the read more for people who don’t care/are only here for the whump

OKOK. so i’m kinda in the starkid/nerdy prudes must die fandom rn but i know for a fact if i finished adventure time and started watching fiona and cake, that would quite literally become my entire personality for the next 3 months because simon and prismo (and marceline and princess bubblegum and all my other favorite characters) make me insane. but i haven’t done that because well. i’ve gotta write tllr yknow..

anyway, my absolute most favorite pieces of media of all time are undertale and deltarune guys. i cant put in words how much those games mean to me holy shit. as i’m writing this i’m sitting next to my jevil and sans and spamton plushie and they are saying hi. anywayyy yeah i was in the deltarune fandom for a bit it was fun. spamton is silly fucked up creature. jevil is my all time favorite tho

AND THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES… my favorite thing ever fr. y’all. LISTEN TO TMA SERIOUSLY YOU’LL PROBABLY LIKE IT!! it’s a horror podcast and it’s seriously the best fuckinf thing ever it’s so amazing seriously. it’s a bit hard to get into at first because season 1 is less story driven BUT HOLY SHIT. AHHHH ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. jon is one of my favorite blorbos ever and so is michael because he’s a silly distortion guy. just trust me and listen to TMA it will actually change your life.

also i love the amazing world of gumball so fucking much. i wasn’t allowed to watch cartoon network as a kid (idk why??) so i first watched tawog last year and holy shit holy shit it’s my favorite thing ever. rob. ROB!!!! ROB IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE CHARACTER. SO IS MR SMALL. AHHHH!!!! anyway i love tawog i’ve drawn a lot of fanart and even wrote a 60k word fanfiction (about what happens after The Inquisition because that ending fucked me up) that i’ve Never and will probably never show anyone because it’s probably Not that good. but it was sooo Important to me back then. tawog just means so much to me it :))) it changed me as a person. nobody’s a nobody and everybody is weird like you and me.

i also really like hollow knight! i haven’t played it in a while but i was at 111% completion on one of my playthroughs (CURSE YOU PANTHEON 4). i’m also super fucking excited for silksong obviously and i will say this now: WHEN SILKSONG FINALLY RELEASES… i will probably go on hiatus here LMAO. sorry but guys. SILKSONG…. honestly same for new deltarune chapters. the second chapters 3, 4, and 5 release it is sooo over for me. i probably won’t post much here for a few months during that. but that’s fine!! i’ll never abandon tllr but sometimes some things are more important to my silly little brain :3

gravity falls quite literally changed my life in 2018. like i can’t even explain it, but it’s how i was introduced to online fandoms and fanart in general. dipper LITERALLY made me trans (not literally but pretty much). it’s how i started watching other amazing cartoons and series i love, it’s literally what made me get into drawing art and writing and stuff. it’s what made me start making ocs. it literally made me an artist guys. which is how i started writing. without gravity falls and it’s effect it had on me, this account might have never existed?? i’m being super dramatic but wowww. i was so autistic about that silly cartoon

minecraft i love. i’ve been playing minecraft for over a decade and won’t stop because it’s like, probably a special interest of mine? i’ve watch minecraft youtubers forever too, hermitcraft and the life series are my favorite. i’m a huge grian fan too, been watching him since the evo days. anyway if u play minecraft and wanna play with me sometime, feel free to ask!!! :D i love making new friends and playing video games with people!!! let’s make a world together!!!

also i like terraria and stardew valley, and animal crossing new horizons but i haven’t played that in a few years. hmm other games i like are oneshot game, NITW, omori, celeste, cuphead, fnaf (although i’ve only played the first 5 games and am super super behind on the lore), ori, dead cells, untitled goose game (this is for u anon), and probably more i’m forgetting! feel free to recommend me some video games and we can even play together :3

other series i love are the umbrella academy. soooo autistic about this show it’s fucking AMAZING!!!!!! klaus is my favorite character. anyway i also like what we do in the shadows. it made me super autistic about vampires (before i watched this show i kinda thought vampires were cringe IDK WHY I’M SORRYY). the netflix show lucifer made me insane a few years ago and is what probably indirectly inspired me to give Dew wings. i also like our flag means death, breaking bad, moon knight, and camp here in there (another podcast i HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend, will wood made the soundtrack!)

i LOVEEE FINAL SPACE!! avocato has been my pfp on this account forever and now i feel like i can’t ever change it (i don’t want to). final space is seriously amazing!!! but it was cancelled and basically got fucked over by the networks- infinity train style. idk, stuff happened and it was removed from hbo max so there’s not really anywhere to watch it (legally) except for netflix international iirc? but it’s getting removed from that too i think. super fucking sad :( it ended on a huge cliffhanger too BUT there is a graphic novel being made!!!! super excited about that!

other cartoons i like are over the garden wall (dressed up as wirt for halloween last year), the owl house, adventure time, regular show, steven universe, infinity train, bojack horseman, rick and morty, mlp, the midnight gospel, and so much more i’m forgetting. OH anime i like are death note, demon slayer (haven’t caught up yet on the latest seasons tho), and MOB PSYCHO 100!! vampire in the garden on netflix is really amazing as well.

this is sooo long but now i gotta talk about my favorite music artists. WILL WOOD (AND THE TAPEWORMS) IS MY FAVORITEEE. I ALSO LOVEEE JHARIAH!!! AND HARLEY POE!!!!! top three of all time. i also like toby fox obviously, and glass beach (LITERALLY GOING TO SEE THEM IN MARCH AND I AM SOOO EXCITED!!!), mcr, shayfer james, weezer, mitski, lemon demon, set it off, tally hall, gerard way, and probably more i’m forgetting. i also like musicals!! (i was in the spongebob musical earlier this year for school! i was larry the lobster :))

so guys. GUYSSS. IF YOU LIKE MUSICALS, GO WATCH NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE!!!! OR JUST WATCH THE ENTIRE HATCHETFEILD TRILOGY!!! WHILE UR AT IT, WATCH ALL THE STARKID MUSICALS ACTUALLY!!! this is my current hyperfixation. the lords in black are amazing, npmd is amazing. i love everything about it. go watch it seriously, it’s fucking awesome and the soundtrack is AMAZING!!!

i think this is it. this got super long but i’m super passionate about my interests so yeah. this is pretty much everything. one very important thing (literally my special interest) that i didn’t mention are my other ocs. i have wayyy more ocs that are completely separate from the tllr ones. i don’t wanna post about them here though, cuz they’re not whump related and i want to keep my main account separate from this account. but they’re my favorite blorbos in existence so…

if u WANT to know about my other ocs, u can feel free to dm me for the username of my other fandom/oc account. that’s where i post other stuff that i don’t post here, like my fanart and my other oc stuff. i don’t post writing or anything like that there, so ur not missing out on that.

anyway those are most of my main interests! things i didn’t mention that im also really interested in are reptiles (snakes specifically), and animals in general. i have two leopard geckos named Lars and Alphys and i reallyyyy want a pet snake but my family hates snakes :(( anyway i’m rambling

thanks for the ask!!

[kimiani]

15, 23, 35, 67 tell me about eclipse!

35.  which party member do they worry for?

I think earlier in the campaign, it was Ruki. Ruki was a party member who at first seemed the most level-headed, but after a rather rough combat and a period of deep depression, while traveling, Eclipse obviously was worried about them, though there were definitely frustrations that Ruki was so desperate in their fear of death that they almost put Eclipse and Kauko in death’s way.

I think Eclipse, though, definitely shifted their worried away from Ruki seeing that they could go home and be with the people they loved, and the greater worries primarily fall on Kauko and Wugglies.

Wugglies is concerning because of some events during the lich knight arc, and Eclipse is worried that Wugglies may go too far and it scares them just a bit. I think Eclipse clock that their party member is desperate for something, but they don’t know what. There was definitely a reminder of this after Eztli’s second attempt at escape where Wugglies was so close to permanently murdering their ex-party member. I think Eclipse is worried for Wugglies’ own… humanity? In the process of their journey for a power they thought could maybe bring them home?

Kauko is also concerning because of his fixation on revenge. Eclipse isn’t unfamiliar with some of the same pains that Kauko went through, but I think it’s similar to Wugglies in that there is a goal they strive to, but Eclipse also worries that Kauko might not have anything after his revenge is enacted. Eclipse doesn’t understand Kauko’s goals. It’s not their place to step between, but it also is a TIME when you abandon the primary goal of escaping to attack your major enemy <3

67. what makes them laugh?

I think Eclipse’s reactions to discomfort or to hypocrisy / irony come out as laughter., so this is definitely something that provokes a laughter response.

In terms of laughter in the lighter sense, I think certain brands of jokes do provoke a laugh, though it is here that I highlight that Eclipse is indeed a raging alcoholic, and though they have been soberer in the campaign than they have been in a while, when they are gone to drunkenness everything is funny.

15. do they trust their party? Why or why not?

I think I can easily say that Eclipse doesn’t trust them, at least not with their emotions or thoughts, though some of it is just a matter of Eclipse’s lack of trust in others, and other parts come from in campaign actions. I think trust is something deeply complicated for them due to a complicated family history. (that I can’t elaborate in w/out dan opening his eyes)

Eclipse also understands they were all united by a messy set of violent actions, forced to bond and work together to find a object graning them power with little explanation as for the WHYS. The more Eclipse finds, the more they trust with some parts. Eclipse wants to trust the abilities of their party, and wants to trust they will take good actions, but time and time again the actions taken show Eclipse otherwise. And in addition, Eclipse can’t help but notice this is rubbing off on them.

That and Eclipse REALLY hates how others have perceived them, as someone stupid and foolish even though they know they are not that smart. As someone who looks so much like a actual cat that others have thought they were someone’s pet. I think there’s just been enough moments where Eclipse isn’t considered a person just because of their appearance, and when your own party feeds into long standing pre-exisiting insecurities, it’s a bit hard to trust them. (Clio is the biggest offender, but Eclipse has shown frustration in other’s inability to really consider they don’t like it when others don’t acknowledge they are capable).

[Dan ur legally not allow to read below <3]

23. how do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name?

Eclipse’s name, much like all the names in their family are deeply important and symbolic and hold a great deal of meaning, so nicknames don’t come easy. I think Eclipse fully lives up to their name, embracing it as they still want to hold onto the traditions of their home even if they’ve been gone from it for so long.

I think as for their nickname, Little Moon, it’s something they also hold very close to their chest since it is something they gained from their partner. This, and while it highlights the difference in their stature, it is a name born of endearment and security that Eclipse was not used to.

[vacantgodling]

VIOLENCE ASK GAME 🔥 let's go, i'm going to shoot your ask right back at you and say: answer any and all questions you want/haven't already been asked about Overwatch. >:)

so i started answering this and my phone deleted my answers bc it’s opposed to violence but TOO BAD y’all will receive these steaming hot takes i mean cakes!

1. the character everyone gets wrong

already answered but HEAVILY AGREE with ur answer of genji. like it’s exhausting to see people look at him and go yes, he must be the playboy to hanzo’s stick in the mud that’s it :) nothing else :) like. if we’re talking about the it never happened or pre-slice and dice sure i can see that but ??? after the fact??? makes no sense. he’s a very humble and changed man. he is very aware of not only himself and his faults but he’s understanding to others. he also gets angry tho and i feel like a lot of people mistake his newfound patience for lack of anger and it’s like no i think he does get angry but i think he’s in better control of how he expresses it now. long story short even tho genji is not my Main Boy i will fight toe to toe over people’s shit interpretations of him because can y’all get ur heads out of ur asses for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES—

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

i can’t even answer this bc hanzo is my fave and that man gives as good as he gets— *shot*

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr + 4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

tldr around the time brig came out a very popular yeehan writer, in their annoyance about people disliking the fact that she was another white character, stated that it was blanket misogyny to dislike any overwatch female character for any reason at this point. i do agree that there can be a problem in fandom spaces where women and femme characters are hated for essentially the sin of being women but the way they were putting it and talking about literally any reason that you dislike a female character in overwatch or in general probably meant you were a misogynist. and just. it’s so stupid that people think that the Act Itself of disliking a female character means that person hates All Women. like that’s a wild take to me and i dislike this take in general. call out misogynistic behavior, yes, but people are allowed to dislike female characters lmao???? stop putting them on pedestals just bc they are women lmao. anyway i wanted to block this person anyway bc they acted like (to me) that they were the god of all yeehan takes and discourse etc etc and their condescending attitude and way people would suck their dick basically annoyed me so this was kind of the last straw.

5. worst discord server and why

yeehan main server bc it’s got too many people and so it falls into the usual fandom habit of if you don’t suck up to mods or aren’t friends with the Big Names (like the person i was talking about prev asks) you will fall by the wayside and no one will care about you and personally i hate that most of all :)

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

phar////mercy & gen////cy are tied for me and the common denominator is i hate mercy and these fans are so up her fucking ass about how she can do no wrong that i just want to die. the weird white savior thing going on with gen////cy and the annoying knight in shining armor for delicate flower white woman going on in phar////mercy is exhausting.

i may be a mercy main bc i like her playstyle but every day i MOURN the black man mercy design we could’ve had but didn’t.

we could’ve had this fucking HUNK but NOOOOOO

and UGH another bad take i saw was when the ovw art book came out (which i have sigh) and everyone was like BRO THE CONCEPT MERCY THO— i saw so many people saying that ugh well we already have baptiste we don’t need ANOTHER black healer and i’m like…. but inchresting how y’all don’t say that about having 3 white healers 🤨 I DIGRESS THO.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

this is difficult bc most characters i dislike i already had a reason for disliking them, fandom just increased my rage 💀

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

gremlin dva my beloathed. stick in the mud hanzo my BELOATHED.

9. worst part of canon

already answered but the fact that we had to fight for so fucking long to get a black woman in overwatch. like bro y’all ain’t Shit. y’all added a fucking HAMSTER before a black woman and it SHOWS how little y’all care about black women im TIREDTTTT

10. worst part of fanon

already answered however u reminded me of how much dainty male wife hanzo that used to exist and i legitimately blocked that shit from my memory and now i’m retraumatized. so thanks. lmao. :)

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

i think just phar///mercy i can’t take it LMAO. but honestly not many only bc i do not engage with ovw fandom anymore

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

dva’s boyfriend (to me) daehyun and jack’s ex vincent. idk how much they count bc they aren’t really involved as much as, say emily is, side character wise but i think daehyun and dva’s relationship is extremely sweet and i’m so normal about them (i’m not they’re literally my otp for dva and i swear i’m the only one who ships it LMAO) and idk i’m a sucker for bittersweet exes so vincent holds a special place in my heart and lowkey ship him with jack more than the only other 76 ship worth mentioning. i don’t really have a reason for why anyone should like these characters like they deadass have like no content but EYE care them.

13. worst blorboficiation

worst character to blorbo: it’s a tie between moira and junkrat i hate both of them. but huge unpopular opinion i dislike all the junkers (yes including the fucking hamster). just lore wise i feel like we glossed over the entire part where they hate omnics for just existing etc etc (same thing with zarya but i don’t see as many people simp over her which is unsurprising) and like sure i can be looking too into it but the entire omnic side of overwatch’s shit feels too close to racism to me and i’m lowkey protective over just the concept of omnics in general. that being said i just can’t in good faith like any of the junkers+zarya for their open hostility about them and tbh the game just glossed over the outright hostility junkrat used to have towards zen he had some gnarly fucking lines that made me real uncomfortable tbh. and like the casual omnic-ism in the game does bother me too. reaper had some shit lines as well, zarya obvs etc. and like idk i’m black and sensitive and it rubbed me in a type of way. but this could also just be poor handling of a topic they aren’t equipped to handle the ramifications thereof so yknow. not expecting much but it bothers me how we just decided not to address it at all. i mean hell, torb’s isms were addressed with the bastion comic and their friendship so… idk why we can’t do the same with the rest of them or why they’re acting like that part of their character didn’t exist? and like i don’t mind when characters like jack or mercy for instance have lines towards zenyatta that are more about him being a monk or whatnot but the lines towards him being an omnic and not addressing it is just… eugh. BUT i’ve rambled enough about this moving on.

worst case of character that has been massacred by being blorboified: dva. dear god. please be normal about asian women for ONE minute challenge (impossible)

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

hanzo and cole bonding over being on random parts of base and drinking as a form of bonding and tbh y’all are so correct for this.

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

my favorite is the cole and hanzo clothes swap Or putting any of the characters in everyday wear it’s really nice.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

kinda similar to what you said but cole being a bumbling himbo southern hick. like i’m sorry where the Fuck in his backstory did y’all get ANY of that are y’all okay.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

visual kei hanzo. i’m SO BITTER that they gave kiriko a visual kei skin i’m SO BITTER.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

bapweaver like they are literally perfect????? hello??????? did you miss the “us healing gentleman should stick together” line or?????? the mspec x mspec relationship??????? the fact that both of them are so goddamn handsome i’m frothing i Need to see them fuck or maybe be sandwiched between that ????? just me???? ok.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

mei. hear me out: she has a lot of mannerisms that remind me of my ex so i hated her out of principle also people who main her along with rein mains make me want to eat glass. however she’s grown on me a little so idk if this is healing or if overwatch has infected my brain.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

the reaper / moira storyline sorry it bores me 😬 like i’d rather focus on rebuilding overwatch and the underground vigilantes part. moira turning reaps into a bunch of cells doesn’t really intrigue me sorry. and tbh all of talon in general bores me like i feel like aside from reaps they all are just the “evil bc we wanna be” shit. like evil scientist? been there done that. the world must evolve through conflict is a new angle but it’s just a repacked i want power trip. like idk. i feel like talon’s goals are vague at best and stupid at worst.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

kiriko and whatever is going on with her shit like she is a boring fucking character and like ashe added unnecessary excess information that does not solve any of the problems into one of my fave characters backstories and i’m annoyed by it.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

the propensity for hanzo to be the main character but i’m extremely biased 🤷🏽‍♂️

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

symmpharah actually. i started claiming to ship it bc i disliked phar///mercy and wanted to be like LOOK THERE ARE OTHER GOOD SHIPS!!!! but then when i thought about it i was like no wait actually that’s such a good idea. pharah and symm strike me as both autizzy (i think pharah is lower support needs/audhd while symm is autistic) and i think they compliment each other really well. their desire for rules and order and their own ideas of justice which i think pharah can help symm shape like zen has as well. they can talk about their special interests to each other (pharah: basketball, symm: architecture) and actually appreciate it. they’re also, and most importantly to me, EQUALS. their relationship feels like both of them contributing to it instead of just a hopeless crush/white knight/i would do everything for you nonsense. and i’m partial to the melanin x melanin they’re both so fucking pretty like power couple vibes STRONG.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

diversity 💀💀 y’all mfs are so ANNOYING about it lmao. but this is not unusual for games 🙄

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

anytime people ask for better from the devs you get hundreds of people jumping down your throat about how you’re a piece of shit for asking and it’s like ??? lmao??

[what-the--curtains]

Fire & Ice

Chapter 4: Innocent Indiscretions

(Robb Stark x f!Targaryen!reader)

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Summary: Disappointed in her sons behaviour, Catlynn plots to remove any and all distractions from his path leaving you caught in the crossfire.

Authors Notes: Thanks for all ur love and patience heres chapter 4! I hope it doesn’t disappoint💕💕

TW: Hearing Voices, swearing, mentions of pregnancy, grief

Word count: 4.9k

Tagged list: @kittykylax @winxschester @mihrimahsultan03 @stargaryenx @the-desilittle-bird @roselibrary @luxlisbonlover

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You wake tired. The sound of Viserys screams plagued your sleep. Even in his death he would not let you rest. You move about as if in a fog careless in your movements as you dress absentmindedly. The sun rises orange over the tree, casting a red hue across the sky as you exit your tent. The trees whisper as you walk, leaves rustling ready to fall. The smell of death clings to the air, suppressing your appetite. 

The smell wasn’t the only feeling turning your stomach. Even a man as stupid as Visery would not have penned a letter with such obvious intents of treachery. If Visery was targeted, you may be next. 

With Jorah off fighting on your behalf, you were left alone more often than not, leaving you vulnerable. You could not call him back, if your life was in danger you needed information. Information that would only come from the men that fought for your husband. 

The camp is quiet when you return and the hearth in your tent casts a shadow against the fabric. 

“Lady Rhaeanya, my apologies. I hoped to be finished with my business when you returned, lavender is said to help cleanse the air and ward off bad spirits,” Catlynn states stepping back from your bed.

“You need not apologise, your kindness is most welcome here at any time, if nothing else the lavender will rid the smell from the air,” you reply, laying your cloak down atop an armchair. 

“There is another matter of business I hoped to speak with you about today,” she states, as the sound of footsteps approaches. “Enter,” she shouts. 

The curtains part revealing a man clad in armour bright as the day with silver birds engraved along it. The armour had been cared for, dents and slashes dull against the polished material. Your eyes follow up towards their face finding it equally as perfect as the armour he wore. Clean shaven, warm deep brown eyes that drop to the floor as he bows, dark hair falling slightly as he does. 

“Lady Rhaeanya, this is ser Kean Darrion, he is a Night from the Vale, one of the few sent by my sister,” her inflection tense, evidently Catelynn had expected more “ I have known him since he was a boy, he visited Winterfell frequently after he became one of Jon Arryn’s squires, he was recently knighted by Lysa a few years back. We have entrusted him to protect you, and any future heirs you may have,”

“We?” you question. 

“Robb and myself,” you stifle a laugh. 

“Lady Stark, I understand your concern and I mean no disrespect to Ser Darrion, but Jorah is and has always been…”

“Ser Jorah represents you on the battlefield, and you are too often alone. Besides, two guards often prove better than one,” 

“Your Grace,” Ser Darrion says bowing once again, “It is my great honour to offer protection to someone so valuable to our cause, and I will happily share the duty with Ser Jorah if you will allow me,” he was beautiful, princely, like those you had read about in fairy tales, the ones from dreams you had long abandoned. 

But beautiful people were dangerous, meant to disarm and distract you. He could belong to anyone;  Lysa, Robb, Catelynn, the Lannisters, you should proceed with caution. However, there is a benefit to keeping one's enemies close.

“If you are willing to offer your services freely to me, then I will accept ser Darrion,” a smile pulls at Catelynn's lips, perhaps this was a test. Perhaps a trick, a handsome knight to tempt you, a reason to end your allyship with the Starks. Adultery was not smiled upon by the gods, old or new. 

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“You have to leave her behind,” Catelynn enforces, laying her hands flat against the table “you have a duty.”

“To who, exactly?” Robb replies

“To your family!” she proclaims “To your sisters trapped by the Lannisters, to you Brothers stuck defending Winterfell when they should be revealing in their childhood, a luxury you were granted,”

“And you think she’s going to help us get them back? I would have done this alone if you had given me the chance and not gone behind my back,” he shoots back 

“She is the last of a bloodline that was usurped from the throne; marrying her has given you the best opportunity for victory! Do you understand that? The value of her name?” 

“And how has that name helped us so far?” he counters

“It has gained us an ally in King's Landing,” Catelynn responds, and Robb turns to look at her “The Lannisters have lost Arya,” she stalls, swallowing hard, “and Sansa is still betrothed to that monster Joffrey, and that her face is frequently bruised,” she finishes. 

“I’ll kill him,” Robb whispered, fist clenched tears threatening to spill. 

“Not alone you won’t,” Catelynn affirms, her hands on Robb’s shoulders. “You both will take King's landing, she will sit on the Iron Throne and you can return to Winterfell with your sisters, back where you belong with your family, is that not enough?” 

“I will not give up the person I love for power, I…” he stutters, stalling, looking for the right word.

“And what about family?” Catelynn presses. Without an answer Robb turns to leave, bumping into Jorah. 

“Apologies, Your Grace,” Jorah replies bowing

“It was my fault, Ser Mormont,” Robb concludes, continuing on his warpath. He looks back as Jorah enters Catelynn's tent, wondering if perhaps he should return. 

“If you won’t have her I will,” Theon states, drawing Robbs gaze forward. 

“She’d eat you alive,” he replies, watching the smirk on his oldest friend's face grow wide. 

“I’d hope so, I’ve heard girls from Essos have a particular speciality of going down south, is it true,” he pushes “very well keep your secrets, but if your not having her once a night you’re the biggest idiot this side of the river,” Theon states

“There's more to a woman than appearance,” Robb states. 

“Did she not win you a battle, besides I’ve never known you to need a smart woman,” he chuckles, eyes turning as a few nurses walk back. 

“You’re thinking of yourself,” Robb laughs as Theon looks over slightly offended, but shrugs his shoulders and laughs along with him. 

“For a King with two beautiful women you still manage to walk around like you’ve got a stick up your arse,” Theon states, watching Robb turn stern faced towards him “Apologies, Your Grace,” 

“You’re an idiot,” Robb laughs. 

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“Lady Stark, you sent for me?” Jorah asks bowing as she turns towards him

“I have ser Mormont, I am sure you know my husbands banishment of you is something I stood by,” she recounts, watching Jorah shuffle on his feet. 

“Yes my Lady, as you should. It is a moment I wish erased from my past,”

“If it were you would not be where you stand today. Mistakes need to be remembered so they do not happen again. Lady Targaryen trusts you whole-heartedly, I however am still undecided.”

“For what it is worth to you, Lady Stark, I am no longer the man I was in younger, more foolish years. Money and love blinded me in the past, I now know the evils it drives a man to,”

“Evils and lengths. Money can certainly buy love, I believe it may be able to send it away. You must know by now, as he has made it obvious, that my son is not… well, he is not faithful to his vows,” she states, flushed with embarrassment. 

“I have heard mumblings amongst the men. It was not my place to verify the truth of it,” his apparent calmness betrayed by the clenching of his jaw. 

“He is a good man, despite what you may have seen of him. Had Talisa not been a factor I am sure Lady Targaryean would have known a different side to him. She is important to our cause, intelligent and a strategist worthy of challenging the Lannisters, I do not want her to feel this unwelcome. He needs her. Whether he understands it yet or not,  she will help lead him to victory, she will give the men something else to fight for, but only if he remains focused, singularly on winning this war,” She stalls, eye Jorah searching for a reaction, 

“I entrust you with this because I know you wish to see her on the throne, I know you would not betray her and if you can help it, you will not fail her. I have recently learnt the purpose of Talisa’s arrival to Westeros, in search of funds and medicine to send back to her ailing mother and brother, she writes them and sends money. I know her commitment and love for her family runs deeper than that which she has with Robb, all she needs is…”

“A nudge in the right direction,” Jorah finishes  “Thank you for trusting me with this Lady Stark, I will not fail your house, not again”

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“Talisa” Jorah coughs, having caught her in the woods gathering medicinal supplies

“Ser Mormont, I am surprised to see you here I did not take you for someone who enjoys strolls through forest,” she smiles knowingly, “If you come here on behalf of Lady Stark I commend you but she, and you, and I all know by now that I cannot control the actions of her son,” she replies gathering medicinal herbs. 

‘No, but perhaps something exists to encourage you to part from his side,” He offers

“I hardly doubt…” 

“They offer a sum,” her hand stalls, still as the breeze blows her hair. “A large sum, enough not only for your comfortable passage across the narrow sea, but to ensure the greatest care and medicines for you mother and brother if you are to return, but only if you return indefinitely,”

“I will make the money myself,” she insists, hands once again gathering with speed. 

“Take it from someone who once believed hard work would satisfy the demands of life. No amount made on small wages will be able to save them, nor will it pay for the time you are able to spend with them if a cure is impossible,” he says softly. 

“How much?” she whispers, hardly audible. 

“More than you will ever need,” he relays, kneeling beside her. 

“Enough to save them?” she whispers, tears frosting her lashes. 

“I cannot guarantee that, but I can guarantee that this war will wage a long time, and the longer you stay the more they wither,” 

“What of Robb, what…” she stuttered, wiping her eyes, rarely did she allow them to fall lest in front of strangers, but her heart was conflicted, torn by the love for her family and love for a man she could never truly have.

“You need not see him again, we have a ship prepared ready for departure. I will escort you there, and then to your family to ensure all promises made are kept.” She swallows,  “He is safer with you gone, you must know that,” she wipes her eyes, looking up to Jorah, handing him the herbs she had collected standing to full height, she straightens her dress. She could not abandon her family, not when the possibility to save them was in her reach.  

“I have no things worth packing, but I do ask one favour from you Ser Jorah,”

“Anything My Lady,”

“You deliver Robb a note from me, I will not let him go on in life thinking my love for him was false,”

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You sit in Catelynn’s tent, transcribing documents for the maesters, war messages in uncommon languages, a recent development you implemented to stop Lannister eyes from reading them in the field, delaying retaliations.  

A sense of peace washed over you as you wrote, the faint scratching of pen on paper lulling you into a relaxed state.

“Tell me it isn't true,” The tranquil atmosphere suddenly shattered “Tell me this is not what I think!” Robb shouts, breaking your focus causing you to smudge your script. 

“Robb of what do you speak,” Catlynn asks, standing from her chair, concern plastered on her face. You re-ink your quill returning to your work, family matters were well outside your scope.  

“You had her paid off,” he retreats from her touch.

“Robb,” Catlyenn shakes her head.

“You're doing no doubt considering Ser Jorah escorted her home himself,” he directs towards you.

“I do not even know what…” you begin, but your level tone is interrupted by another shout. 

“Talisa,” he proclaims as if obvious, “she has returned home, back across the narrow sea” causing you and Catelynn to exchange a look. 

“Then I am not surprised Jorah escorted her. He knows the way better than any, her safety will be secured until she returns I am certain of that,” you reply, glancing briefly at Catelynn. If she had anything to do with it, she hid it well. 

“She will not return though will she, you having sent her away,” 

“Why would I wish to send away the only thing that kept you out of my eyeline on a regular basis,” you reply, mind focused elsewhere. 

“Because you’re a spiteful person,” he prods, voice low. 

“Bold words coming from you darling,” you reply, flipping the page on your scripture.

“I killed you vile brother so you what? Send away my one source of happiness” he pushes. 

“Visery was more a prison guard than family most days. I thank you for expunging him from my life. It saved me a great deal of moral anguish,”  you relay through gritted teeth angered by Robb blaming you for another situation that was completely out of your control. 

“You resented our love, you were jealous of it,” He sneers. You lay down your quill and meet his gaze, it was not rage or malice that drove him, the pain was etched into him. It was obvious, so obvious that you should have let it go. 

“Forgive me Your Grace, am I mistaken or did she not just leave on her own volition? Perhaps your love was more one sided than you thought,” The air falls silent. Words were your weapon, and you had just delivered a wounding blow. 

“Leave,” his face is thunderous despite his silence, “I do not wish for you to be in my sight tonight or any other night for that matter,” you raise your brow despite the sudden shame you felt creeping up your spine “Now,” he snarls. 

The chair creaks as you stand “Thank you your highness,” you curtsey “for dismissing me from your court.” 

An admixture of remorse and validation courses through your veins as you flee towards the woods. Pride in your ability to fight back, but shame in your lack of restraint. Wounding someone already in pain. 

“Why,” Robb asks, tears threatening to spill over after you leave. Perhaps you were correct, perhaps his love had been stronger than hers. Perhaps Talisa had used him for his position, leaving him now he was married and her opportunity squandered. 

“Robb, she was never attainable long term, what were her options? A mistress until her death or yours? Rhaeanya’s death allowing you to remarry? Perhaps she simply realised this life was no longer what she wished for,” Catlynn explains softly. 

“I'll never forgive this,” 

“When you storm King's Landing and retrieve your sister from the clutches of Cersei Lannister this…this will feel like nothing but a distant memory. I have no reason to suspect your wife was behind Talisa’s departure. I feel she too is is upset as you will be spending more time being unpleasant towards her,” she scolds

“And she to me, I will not burden the entire blame for the hatred between us,” 

“Someone has to bend Robb, this tension cannot hold,”

“And that must be me?”

“You are in your homeland surrounded by men sworn to you, she has no one, and you just burnt her brother alive, so perhaps it should be you,” She relays condescendingly, if he was to act like a child, perhaps he should be treated as one. 

“She’ll receive no such kindness from me, if not to spite her then to spite you for what you have done to the last remaining ounce of my happiness. Everything I've done has been for you, why not allow me this once,”

“She left on her own accord Robb believe me or not,” 

“She would have told me,” He counters, and Catelynn falters, eyes glancing down. “What?” Robb whispers. 

“She sent a letter. I kept it from you, and for that I admit wrongdoing,” Robb strides over snatching the paper from his mothers, the letter read and carefully resealed by her hands, ensuring no words suggesting her involvement “read it yourself, and perhaps then you will see,” she replies leaving Robb alone with the letter. 

The words proved true enough information none could have known concealed within. She had left to return to her family in their final moments, not because she did not love him. He pushes down tears mourning the life that could have been as he reads her final lines. 

“I am fortunate to have known you, Robb Stark, and your good heart. I will cherish every moment spent in your presence. Let go of what could have been, but do not forget me. Bury me beneath the ground and return to look upon me with fondness

All my love,

Talisa”

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Alone in the woods you curse yourself for the pit forming in your stomach, for the remorse you felt, and for the apology that sat at the edge of your tongue that you bit back out of spite. Jealousy was not the right sentiment for what you felt towards Robb and Talisa. You were not jealous, you were tortured by their love, pained by how much it reminded you of Drogo, and the love you once had. How he looked at you, how he protected you, how he craved you. 

The memories of a love you would never know again and the pain you felt every waking moment as you mourned alone. 

A motion diverts your gaze, you rub your eyes clearing them as the tree’s whispers follow your movements and turn into sentences. 

“Come deeper my lady”

“We wish to speak with you” 

“What! What do you wish to speak about with me,” you shout, sadness intermingling with anger, “tell me what you seek,” but there is no response, no response, save from the sound of footsteps fast approaching. You compose yourself when you see Ser Darrion, quickly wiping away your tears. 

“Ser Darrion, my apologies, I am… I… well I...” you stall, unable to find an explanation. 

“I didn't mean to frighten you, Your Grace, I saw you head to the woods I followed and then I heard shouting,” a silence continue between you, “ I must admit, you are making my job difficult,” He smiles softly “It will be my head if I lose you, and other parts if a wolf took you,”

“I am not so sure losing me would render you an enemy with my husband,” you mutter “I am sorry to have worried you, and I apologies for losing my composer, I am not so hysterical most days,” you reply, taking the arm he offers you. 

“Grief is all consuming, it rips through your entire body. Sometimes shouting towards the sky, or at the trees offers comfort, and I see no madness in that. My condolences for your loss,” he says, the sincerity of words southing you, the only condolences you felt were sincere. 

“Thank you Ser Darrion, you have managed to make me feel sane in a world that seems to unravel my very fibres of being,” 

“I was sorry not to see you at the day’s strategy meeting. I must admit, I am eager to see your mind at work,” 

“It seems to be the only way I am able to contribute besides producing a future king. I used to dream of fighting those who stood in my way,” you admit, causing the knight to smile up towards the sky “Cutting down those who had wronged me, securing my way to the Iron Throne, back to my ancestors freeing their bones from those who hold them captive still…well you know the rest,” you finish abruptly, rambling was one of the many things Visery had scolded you for. 

“I would prefer to hear your version,  it seems that besides strategy you possess a great talent for weaving tales, and I assume great speeches,” 

“I read many great speeches in my youth, I transcribed them for the old masters across the sea. You pick up on a few things, but speeches do not win wars,” you relay 

“I would argue they do, though if you wish for training in the way of the sword, I would gladly offer my services. I offer my qualifications of being a knight,” he relays, his smile catching your eye. 

“Only a knight,” you reply and he chuckles, it's warm, and it fills you with heat. Your arm drops from his as you re-enter the camp, despite your desire to hold on, you would not play the hypocrite, knowing what you had said to Robb on the basis of properness. 

“Thank you for finding me, Ser Darrion,” you relay eyes finally meeting him. “I am glad to have another ally here, and another person to talk to. The trees will finally be free from my lamentations,”

“I would listen to you speak all day, and for what it matters, I am not the only one who wishes to converse with you. Lord Umber and Lord Karstark speak highly of you, even Lord Bolton managed a uncharacteristic compliment on your competence,” 

“Is that so?” you chuckle

“When you wish to begin training, let me know, I would gladly beside you on the field,” he says, 

“I can hunt well enough,” you admit, not wanting the conversation to end “at one point I could shoot a sheep a good thirty yards right in the eye,” 

“That I must see, speak with your husband about the lessons, I'm sure he will approve,” Ser Darrion bows, leaving you feeling in better spirits than you could remember since arriving here. Any jollity souring when you turn to see Robb approaching, you prepare for battle, but it doesn't come, he by-passess you grabbing a few books before departing, not returning again till the morning. Women were frequently brought in for the men, perhaps he had gone to drown his sorrows in them. 

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A recent setback had increased the tension around the camp. The men needed a fight, or they would soon forget what they were fighting for. 

 Robb was unfocused, overworked and heartbroken. He had been pacing more, dark circles had appeared under his eyes. He needed a plan, one that was not coming to fruition. If he could not come up with a plan, then perhaps you could. So you followed him, each morning for the past three days to the war room, staring over the maps on the table while Robb remained hunched over candle light. The following day, you find yourself glazing over, as Robb circles the table, pushing and prodding houses, returning and replacing them. The book in your lap was a last resort, writing on early wars upon man's first arrival to Westeros, but you had read half a dozen books this morning,  and you grew tired of the feel of pages.

“You have nothing better to do than stare at me,” Robb asks. 

“Perhaps I was considering every possible way you could be assassinated,” you state evenly, causing his head to raise. His mouth is ajar in an attempt to decipher your words. The tone showed no sign of being a joke or a threat, he could not read you, not in the slightest. “In order to circumvent it of course.” you finish

“I’ve seen men hung for less,” he mutters

“A noose would free me from my dull cage of existence,” you retort. 

“If you are bored,” he says exasperated, “then perhaps you should learn a skill, any would suffice.” 

He returns to starting down at the carving. You sigh, pulling out an older book you had gone over the other day. You walk over, dropping it down before him, his gaze looking to you, as you open it. 

“This is in Valyrian,” he says blankly

“My mother tongue,”

“And how is this supposed to help me?”

“Well I assumed you could not speak it so I transcribed it,” you pull out loose sheets filled with neat handwriting, laying it down beside the map. 

“Why?” he questions, suspicion dripping from his lips. 

“I want to beat the Lannisters just as much as you do, ancient strategies in other languages may be a good way of outsmarting them, or at least levelling with them,” you explain, as Robbs eyes skim the writing. 

“Perhaps we have found at least one thing in common,” he murmurs, picking up the sheets. 

“Besides our utter disdain for each other? Well that and the Lannisters killing our fathers, not that they were much alike,” 

“And our brothers, well only an attempt in my case”

“I wasn’t aware,” you state sympathetically “but it was a Baratheon who killed my brother for loving your aunt,”

“For abducting my aunt,”

“You believe that?” Robb looks at you, and you opt to let it go. 

“What happened to your brother,”

“They pushed him out a window, he was ten” 

“Murdering children has never been above the Lannisters, I doubt your brother will be their last victim. They will pay for their sins. Review what I made note of, tell me what you think, if you see a fit for it somewhere. I can’t quite place how it should be adjusted for your army, and well you know your men best, “

“You wish to freely spend time in my company? 

“I wish to stop you from ruining my chances at the throne,”

“Your chances,” he asks gruffly, 

“The iron throne is mine, I will get to it, with or without your help,” he laughs, “Had we not been forced into this situation I would have my own way across the narrow sea and the Lannister’s would have paid their debts. As for my learning a new skill Ser Darrion has offered me training to defend myself.”

“If it will free me from your presence, by all means,” 

Ser Darrion stands outside the tent, guarding you as promised to Catelyn 

“Well, when do we begin?” 

“Begin?”

“Our lessons,” 

“We’ll start tomorrow,”

“I look forward to it,”

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 You startle back at Robbs presence in your shared tent, his figure lit by the warm hues of the hearth. 

“You startled me,” you relay, but it gets no acknowledgement. 

“We need to have a frank conversation,” Robb says

“Have you identified a strategy?” You guess

“I believe so, but that is not the matter we must speak of, it is more urgent, perhaps more sinister,”

“Is this it?” you question, Robb’s brow scrunching  “you’re finally going to reveal your plans to kill me?” he relaxes, for a moment you think a smile crosses his lips 

“Not yet,” he replies, sitting down rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt “It pertains to your family, to your lineage and what you wish your legacy to be. Now, you made it clear on the night of our wedding that you would not breed my heir, but what about yours. With your brother dead, you are the last Targaryen,” 

“I am acutely aware of my isolation, thank you Your Grace,”

“This is not said in spite, it is said in practicality. You will take the Iron Throne, it is your wish, yes?” you nod your head “you are intelligent, tell me what happens if you take the throne and die without an heir,” The issue of legacy had crossed your mind multiple times since Viserys death. You thought more time would have been allotted to make plans. 

“All this starts over, and that in itself is a reason to fight against us,” you reply

“We must make it apparent that this will be the last great war, that once you pass, it will not restart a cycle of battles and kings,” he was right, infuriatingly, and on multiple levels, but as you stare the fire Mirri’s laugh enters your minds, her words of your barrenness, your inability to reproduce. The price you had paid for a life you took. 

“Well I know of your displeasure towards my behaviour though I  was not aware my appearance was so adverse to you as well,” Robb relays, a poor attempt to make light of the grimace across your face. 

“I want you to know that I do not make a habit of breaking promises, a person is worth only their word, my threats are rarely made and when they are they are kept,” 

“That being said,” his eyes meet yours, “I  will revoke my oath to never allow you to touch me, but I remain on the fact that love will never bloom between us. The soil is rotted and I am well aware you have no longing for me. I will produce an heir as it is a necessity, but it does not go beyond that. Is that understood?” He nods.

“I shall speak to the wet nurse for the best times to begin.” 

[girlwithwolftatoo]

hii bby! I dont know if the requests are still open buuut i HAVE to ask bc I really really like how u do ur hc! How about our moon boys reaction to their girl getting her nipples pierced? And them finding out that they’re not allowed to touch them for 2 weeks because they’re healing. I just got mine done few days ago and i cant even touch my boobies lol it sucks. I have a feeling the first thing they’d say would be like ‘tell me it was not a man who pierced ur tits’ bc ghat was exactly what my bf said dnjdjsjs he was like ‘it was a girl who did it right? Not a guy...?’

Fun tale: nowadays I got the time and money for a couple of tattoos (one Moon Knight based, actually) and was thinking of how getting a piercing would be.

Steven Grant:

*Shocked. That's it, that's the perfect description.

*He has a LOT of questions for you and he won't stop doing them. "When did you do it? Did it hurt too much? Haven't seen nobody with piercings in there -I mean, I'm not used to see bare breasts-"

*Steven becomes too aware of the fact that, behind your blouses and/or bra, there's a couple of piercings and he has a deep discussion with himself (or, perhaps, the other two) about them, questioning himself things like if they make the metal detectors sound or something.

*Anyways, he's also the one who cares the most for your comfort and safety, so he always asks if that t-shirt isn't too tight or if you're having problems to shower because of them.

*...And he's so insistent you end up telling him "If you want to help me, go and wash your hands and put the cream for me". Yes, this can lead to funny situations, basically Steven half aroused half scared.

Jake Lockley:

*He's a fan. He's in love with the idea of you getting piercings. He's IN LOVE with the idea of your nipple piercings.

*You must keep his hands away from you, for he's eager to touch you. "Y'know, bonita? Having those make you look sexy" "Uh, Jake, you cannot see them like -very often" "I intend to"

*He even gives them a nickname, his "chewing toys". And you must explain to him he cannot touch, rub and much less bite his "toys" for at least two weeks.

*"And... have you thought on making a piercing on your clit?" (I told you he's a fan)

Marc Spector:

*Probably the only one who acts a little traumatized. I mean, nips are soft and oversensitive, how could you handle the pain of a sting through them?

*...Also the only one who makes the question. "And... was your piercing artist a man or a woman?" "Does it matter?" "...No, I don't think so" (he's a little jealous doesn't matter the answer)

*Because you know he'll act like careless for that, you choose to tease him using white, tight shirts for your daily schedule or at night. You also speak a lot about them, how you feel now that you got them pierced, the fact that you must clean them so often your "poor nipples are cold and hard more than ever" and much more.

*And Marc falls into your trap. Now he can't stop seeing your breasts even when you're well covered and such, and it's very funny see his reactions when you point out "My eyes are above, Spector".

*...Yeah, he may like to play with them once you've healed.

[awkwardspontaneity]

Hello. This is my first request for the Legend of Zelda, so I do not know how to write it correctly. I don't speak English and I'm writing this in a translator, so there may be mistakes here, sorry. In general, I want to see how the reader will react to the fact that Revali, Link and Sidon cheated on her. (something made me feel sad) Thank you in advance ╹▽╹

I'm so sorry something happened to upset you. If it's along the lines of this request give me a name😤👊 anyways thank you so much for requesting!! This ended up being so much longer than I intended but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope this is what you're looking for!

✨ requests are open✨

Warning: angst, cheating

Revali🐦

I think with his prickly nature not a lot of people would stick around long enough to get to know how much he cares

But some bitch saw how much he was training to perfect his powers to help Hyrule and couldn't resist

It started off as bringing him lunches and heat pads after a long day of training and then it escalated

They would wrap his wings up and suddenly he was letting them fix his braids. He never saw it as much more than a fan helping him out but you saw differently

It ended up in a big fight when you finally brought up how Revali was allowing this fan to hang off of him like they were his partner not you. You brought up excellent points like how he took such a long time to even trust you with braiding his hair and that he could at least let them know he's in a relationship.

Revali got upset (probably cuz ur right and he can't admit it) and snapped that at least they appreciated him

Yeah bad move. You walked out and bird brain left to train away the pain

You came across his first and decided to head to the shooting range with some peace snacks but what do you find?

You walk up the slope towards the archery range, a container of Revali's favourite snacks in hand. As you approach you see something sitting inside the hut and assume it's him. Sterling your breath you walk into the hut and what you find takes your breath away- not in the good way either. Revali sat there with his wings wrapped around them, too caught up on their liplock to notice you standing there.

CRASH

The container hits the ground with a shatter, ruining their little scene.

"Y/n-"

"Don't even try it." You wish your voice didn't sound as broken. No matter how much your heart squeezed in pain from the betrayal, you wanted to come off so much different- angrier. Because you were angry. "Just because we have an argument does not give you the right to run off with your new friend."

Revali flinches at the word and you feel a sick glimmer of satisfaction. He opens his mouth to protest, ignoring your glare. "I-I'm sorry." Your glare darkens and he immediately flounders for the right words. "You accused me of something I didn't do-"

Yeah, not the right words. You wish you could do something, anything to hurt him like he hurt you. But you had to be the bigger person no matter how much you wanted to snap that precious bow of his in half.

"I accused you, not have you permission."

"We can work through this, together" his wing reached out to you, but you recoiled to fast.

"We're not together." You walked towards the entrance "I hope it was worth it."

Link 🗡️

Link is a closed off person. Sure he has people worship him for his title as the hero of Hyrule, but he would never let that get to his head. You could tell this boy he's amazing and it still wouldn't get through his insecurities

Maybe it's cruel but, that almost reassured you he would never break your heart like that. You felt secure in your relationship

That's why it was so shocking when you found out he had fallen for Zelda.

It wasn't meant to ever be more than knight and princess. And you never should have found out.

You were walking towards the stables of your party was staying at. It was supposed to be a simple trip to complete some research out in the plains. Of course your trip was ambushed by an energetic princess who begged to come along for research purposes. You couldn't complain because the addition of the princess also came with your boyfriend Link.

Now you were looking for him outside the small ranch. You fully expected him to be caring for Epona like he always did after a long trip. His love for his horse was something you had always loved about him. The way he would stay later than everyone else to make sure she was okay. It had made stables kind of your spot. Hanging out at the end of a long day to talk and spend time together while caring for your steeds.

Maybe that was why your heart felt so utterly shattered when you did find him, standing next to the stable, with the princess in his arms. Maybe you could have fooled yourself into believing he was being friendly if he hadn't pressed a long loving kiss to her forehead followed by both her cheeks, chuckling softly as she giggled.

You knew they had always been close. I mean they spent all their time together. You'd just never thought that Link would do something like this to you.

You walked away from the stables fighting backs the tears in your eyes. It was only when you found you had walked into an older area, a spare shack outside, that you finally let the tears fall. Your heart twisted in pain as sobs tore from your throat.

Why hasn't you seen this? Why weren't you enough?

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Your research trip was almost over. You had gone back late into the night to find Link on the edge of his bed head in his hands. He had shot up to demand where you had been when you finally walked in and although he looked like he wanted to argue, he accepted that you had been organizing your research supplies and notes in quiet.

That had been 3 days ago. You had spent the research trip sticking close to your colleagues, poring over each plant and testing their uses. The princess was too distracted with her own interests to really notice how you shied away from her presence. Link had though. And he was about done with you brushing him off in favour of your work. You both were busy so not having time was nothing new. But this was different. You couldn't meet his eyes and he had caught you staring at him and Zelda as if you were about to cry before. He was at a loss and now he needed to figure things out for himself.

However he wasn't quite ready for the answer.

"I saw you and Zelda together."

His throat closed up. He wanted to say so many things. How sorry he was. How he wished he could have told you himself. How he wished he could hold you and forget how complicated things were.

"it's okay." Now that, he wasn't expecting. "I thought I could be mad at you. Both of you. But I guess... It just makes sense." You sniffled softly. You really didn't want to do this. You hated that it had to be you who gave up. But we're you really going to fight? No. As much as it tore your heart into pieces, you would stand aside for them. "I wish that things hadn't changed but, clearly you don't feel the same anymore and I don't want to hold you back. I love you. So much. But I don't deserve this, and I won't put either of us through the trouble. I hope you two are happy together Link."

As you walked towards your friends to head home Link felt his heart clench. You deserved so much better.

Sidon🦈

You were a princess from another kingdom, betrothed to Prince Sidon of the Zora. We all know how these things go, neither of you were all that fond of the idea but you would go through with it. For your kingdoms

You tried to be as understanding as possible of the situations, knowing that the prince was just as trapped as you were. So you played along with your parents wishes.

You two went on dates and spent time together, getting closer and closer until finally you kissed him.

Things were great. You were planning your wedding and enjoying the time you spent with your fiance as you prepared for your future

It wasn't until a few days before the wedding when you were trying on your dress that things fell apart.

Your dressmaker had been in a bad mood, grumbling as they worked and even sticking you with needles a few times. You would have brushed it off as a bad day if not for the facts that they seemed so unapologetic.

You finally brought it up, softly asking if there was something wrong and if you could help. They snapped, going off about how you were ruining the princes life and that he didn't love you and was only marrying you for his kingdom and that he deserved to be happy.

They realized their mistake and left quickly, leaving you alone in your wedding dress with shocked tears slipping down your face.

You later made you way to Sidons office, hoping to clear some things up and maybe seek comfort from the one you loved.

What you didn't expect was to find him already comforting someone. Your dressmaker.

You watched as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to them. It was when he said no matter what they were the one that he loved when you broke away.

You stood in your room, packed bags beside you. You knew there were better ways to deal with this. You knew that your kingdom was counting on you and thus marriage. You just couldn't go through with it. Not anymore.

"Y/n?"

You sound around to find the Zora princess standing in your doorway. Mipha had become a close friend in your time in the Zora domain, even feeling like family as you worked closely planning the wedding. She had once told you that you were everything she could hope for in a sister and wife for her brother. You guessed it didn't matter in the end.

Finally you choked out pained words "I can't... I just... I can't do this anymore."

"If you are feeling nervous, I can assure you my brother would never hurt you."

This made you laugh. It was cold, similar to the ice creeping into your veins. "He would. And he did." You cut off Mipha's confusion, wringing a hand through your hair, "Sidon is in love with someone else. I made every effort to work through this engagement despite our... rocky beginning. But he didn't choose me back. He never wanted me, and I won't ruin his chance to be happy."

The room was silent after your outburst. You only noticed the tears when your friend wiped them from your eyes. She offered you a small smile, sharing the pain you felt. She was losing you and still understood it was best for you. You needed to move on and save yourself from a life of pain. A life of being chosen second.

"I hope one day we can meet again, sister."

You let out a choked mix of a son and laugh. Hugging the princess before you grabbed your bags and walked out the door, out of the kingdom that stole your heart and crushed it in its hands.

"I love you, always."

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Yoo I loved ur add on to the Zeke headcanon- do u have any others/ideas? And it can be from other Asmr channels if u want. For me I imagine Bek makes a constellation for his listener when they “leave the mortal realm” if you catch my drift or some of the mammal halfbloods like ear scratches? Idk 😅 it’s cool to see someone talk about some of the Asmr community though =]

Hmm, my thoughts about Siren's series are few and far in between. But, I will divulge for about five or so of my favorite bois.

Let's get it -

Thresh and orcs like him don't do well with things like subtlety, more so when it comes to things like courtship. We saw that the easiest way to get to him is being bold and blunt! He's not exactly the brightest bulb - but being more observant, especially when it comes to battle and his spouse... I'd like to think he's emotionally intelligent and it does well for him to see how you're feeling, being attuned to how you work came easy to him. As despite not pushing you to being more forthcoming, it's just him being understanding of you and your boundaries and carrying patience and faith in that you'd open up because you both trust and love one another.

Abul is still settling into the role of King, sitting high upon the throne without you is lonely but it wouldn't be long before he makes sure people respect your position as soon to be royal consort. When he's not doing anything having to do with his duties, he fantasizes about your wedding. Also about how nice a crown would look on your head and how he'd make it himself... His tail, like, thumps on the ground just a bit faster when he's excited.

Cal fucking swooned when you first started calling him "prince charming", like - the title itself always made him cringe because he remembered the royal suitors before were spoiled jerks. It also felt too proper and all stuffy, but when it came from your mouth - it was a different story. He will also continue to take "my knight", though "husband" might make him short circuit even after y'all are married.

Greyson is territorial as most werewolves are, and he can't help the habits he's picked up. He doesn't mean to loom intimidatingly behind you while the grocery person delivers your items, he just can't tell whether they could be hunters or not. While you might think it's cute, he's just a bit embarrassed... At least until there was a disguised hunter he had to knock into next week. He's a cuddly SOB because of his internal instinct to protect you, he's kinda just always close by. So even while you don't know it, the smell of him on you is clear as day.

Cameron is actually a goddamn menace, despite how sweet and soft he seems - he is anything but innocent. Being related to Nix, gifted him some charisma to steal hearts. But not knowing of this ability allowed him to avoid detection for the most part. Otherwise, people would be falling over themselves to date him. He's smooth and makes it his mission to make you fall apart at how flustered you were... I mean, he's gotta use this god given charm on someone. Who else but his beloved s/o? He might have used it to win video game before.

~ Dari

[mammons-tax-returns]

The brothers with an MC that's obsessed with their hips HCs please! Like constantly touching their waist and cant help but looking if they're wearing a tight shirt

THE BROTHERS REACTING TO AN MC OBSESSED W/ THEIR HIPS

sheeeesh, id be too :).

this post is just “the brothers getting the appreciation they deserve and forgetting about their self hatred for a sec”

✖️ GENDER NEUTRAL MC ✖️

Unsurprisingly, he catches on pretty quickly.

At first, it kind of catches him off guard. His waist/hips aren’t normally the thing people tend to flatter him for. But it’s not like he hates it. He actually loves it.

He’s literally a goth mom that stays wearin his corset vests. MC deffo has a field day when he wears his fancy getup.

If MC is too scared to put their hands on him but wants to, he’ll most definitely notice, and encourage it when they’re alone.

He’s not one to dress FOR someone else, but it’s worth wearing a tight-fitted shirt if that means he gets a reaction out of MC.

Every time he catches their stare, he smirks and pushes his massive coat aside oh-so-casually. Just enough to give them what they want.

He notices the staring, but thinks nothing of it. After all, he’s not a model for nothing, right?

One day, MC lets a comment about it slip, intentionally or not.

Mammon is reduced to ash. That is the end of him. RIP.

He’s never the same.

Before, the attention from modeling was just a side effect of being naturally handsome. A downside of it, even.

But now, his favorite human EVER has a FAVORITE part of him that they love? Because they pay attention to him that much?

And to him, that’s the best feeling in the world. If they like that part of him, he feels proud of having it. And proud that he wears a thin shirt and cropped jacket everyday.

One time, he brought them to one of his shirtless photoshoots.

Bad idea. The entire time, he was slightly flushed and shaky from their adorable reaction to seeing him.

UGH I LOVE HIM HES SO SWEET.

It all started with that damned photo of him in a towel. We know the one.

Levi is very aware of everyone’s eyes on him.

So he gets super flustered when MC watches him for a prolonged amount of time.

But because of that big jacket of his, they have to eventually ask, “Have you ever considered just wearing a t-shirt? Maybe a long sleeved shirt?”

He’s confused, but changes into a slim fit long sleeve.

When MC continues to stare at him intently, he can feel himself shrink a little in embarrassment.

“Y-You’re silently judging me, aren’t you? Ahhh, forget it! This is exactly why Iive in the comfort of my jacket...”

It takes lots of encouragement, but he finally understands that MC does NOT feel revolted just by looking at him.

While he won’t give up wearing his jacket, he takes it off when the two are alone and playing video games.

His favorite thing in the world is allowing them to wrap their arms around his waist while he plays his video games.

Just like Mammon, it gives him butterflies thinking that someone loves his body when he can’t do it himself.

Satan also notices the stares, but writes it off as nothing important similarly to Mammon.

He’s a bookworm. He could care less about his appearance when he’s immersed in the tragic downfall of history’s greatest knights.

But he finds it a bit... Cute? Endearing? Just the thought that something so irrelevant to himself is so captivating to this human nowhere near his power level.

In his mind chock-full of thousands of years of book reading, he envisions it as a rabbit falling in love with a wolf for its triangular ears.

He’s a little off put by the idea of them touching them in such a place, but in the moment, he understands it completely.

MC’s touch is gentle but firm— loving, is what it is.

Being the avatar of wrath has many downsides. Including being avoided at all costs by so many people, even by his own brothers at some points.

So it feels great to just feel absolutely adored by someone.

We been knew.

He’s the embodiment of want. So he knows all about it. ‘It’ being the way MC discreetly sneaks glances at him from across the room.

And he goes wild for it.

He brings it up casually. Almost too casually.

“Look at how close we’re sitting MC~ I’m practically on top of you. But be careful, who knows what I’d do if you kept staring like that...”

Asmo is just waiting for the moment MC makes a move. He wants to see what it looks like for them to finally stop holding back. The mere thought of it gets his adrenaline pumping.

And as the two are posing for a selfie together, their hands instinctively go to his sides.

MC doesn’t even realize that they haven’t moved their hands even after the photo. They only realize when Asmo puts his hands over their own, smiling innocently.

“You’re too cute, MC...”

One thing that Asmo starts suggesting is slow dancing. Just the two of them, in his room swaying to the sound of his slow song playlist.

Simply enjoying each other to the tune of vintage ballroom rythms never seemed so beautiful.

Beel has a body that many would go great lengths for. It doesn’t quite resonate with him, because eating well and exercising is just his thing. They’re hobbies.

While he gets lots of compliments about it (particularly from Asmo), he doesn’t think about the curves and edges of his frame very much. He only thinks about what muscles require what stretches and workouts.

And unfortunately, he doesn’t notice any of MC’s affection for his hips.

The prolonged hugs, the staring and flushed complexion. To him, it’s all part of their friendship.

Even if they outright say, “Beel. Ur thiccness is very good.”

It doesn’t hit him very hard. He’s like yea? And? 😌🤚

However, he does have a bit of internalized insecurities about his looks. It’s not necessarily his body, but how others react to... Him.

How many times has he met someone and they didn’t look the slightest bit intimidated? Exactly. He has a resting bitch face on an athlete’s body when he’s one of the sweetest demons alive.

So yes. He is insecure. But when MC finds even the most insignificant things about him to be endearing, it reminds him that, even for a second, he can be loved in his own skin.

Just like his twin, he doesn’t particularly care for the way his body looks. Especially to others.

He couldn’t care less of what negative things anyone had to say about him, anyways. Been there, done that.

But he can’t help but notice the electricity buzzing through his tired limbs when MC keeps a lingering hand around his sides.

It’s a little odd, he notes. That such a small gesture causes his body to react like that. But it’s pleasant, he’ll admit.

And then he notices just how often it happens. Even when they’re not cuddling. MC will have a hand on his waist, for even a moment.

“MC, do you like touching me there? You don’t do it to anyone else, I’ve noticed.”

They are embarrassed— mostly because they never really realized they were doing it. As soon as they go to apologize, Belphie lets out his sweet giggle.

“It’s okay. I actually like it... It’s cute that you do it so absentmindedly.”

[havenoffandoms]

hi it's me again!! can you do "“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.” with geralt and reader? tysm i love ur writing so much

I can’t express just how happy I am that you’re requesting all these prompts! <3 This is not me procrastinating, and writing out these requests instead of my WIPs, or you know, actual uni work. This fill is a bit longer, just because I got inspired! I started this prompt thinking it would turn out funny and light-hearted, but my brain took a different turn. The second prompt you requested will be nothing but softness.

Prompt: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”

Warnings: This is on the angsty side, considered yourselves warned. 

Tumblr Request Masterlist “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people,” you declare, rather dramatically, while glaring at your cell companion. Jaskier offers a sheepish smile in return, then startles when he feels something quick and furry brush past his wrist. 

“Oh, don’t be like that, Y/N. Besides, Geralt is probably already on his way to save us, you know just how much our dear witcher likes to play the part of the knight in shining armour.”

You pull your knees closer to your chest and shoo away the stray rats nibbling at the sole of your shoes. You want to believe Jaskier’s words, you really do, but you’ve been stuck in this cell for… how long has it been, anyway? It’s hard to tell without any windows, making it impossible to assess with certainty what time of day it is. It’s been too long regardless, especially when you and Jaskier didn’t do anything that would justify throwing you in a cell, your only crime being your association with Geralt of Rivia. 

Your heart tightens at the thought. Whatever information these men wish to pull out of you, you decide that you’ll rather die than reveal anything about Geralt. And you know that Jaskier feels the same way about his long-time friend. 

“I don’t know, Jaskier. What if… what if he doesn’t?” 

“Now, now. None of that.” Jaskier moves until his arm is pressed against yours and he’s able to grab a hold of your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “If there’s anything I know for certain about my dear friend Geralt, it’s that he would never, ever, leave his friends stranded.”

“What if he doesn’t know that we’re in this cell?” you insist, your voice trembling with barely restrained panic, “what if he decides that we’re not worth the trouble? He needs to protect Ciri, so he might not come, and these men could ki-”

“Hey, Y/N, look at me,” Jaskier urges you to face him by tugging at your hand. You can’t hide the tears welling up in your eyes as you let fear take over. Jaskier offers a reassuring smile, despite the current circumstances, and you take comfort in the familiarity of his presence. “Breathe, alright? Panicking won’t help us. Have a little faith. Geralt cares about us. He cares about you. He’ll come, don’t worry.” 

Jaskier rests his forehead against yours affectionately, and for the briefest of moments, you allow yourself to believe that Geralt will indeed come and save the day.

___________

You’re suddenly jostled awake when you hear commotion just outside your and Jaskier’s cell. The bard is still pressed against you, though this time he looks a lot less confident than he did earlier when he was comforting you. You hear a loud crash, the sound of steel clashing against steel, then a pained scream followed by muffled gurgling. Something big and heavy crashes against your cell door, causing it to rattle precariously in its hinges. You hide your face in Jaskier’s chest and feel pull you closer to him, trying to protect you from whatever is happening outside despite the fact that he’s clearly as terrified as you are. The commotion goes on for another short couple of minutes which feel like hours to you and Jaskier. Finally, you hear the familiar sound of a sword being sheathed before someone unlocks your cell door. You don’t dare look up from the relative safety of Jaskier’s embrace, pinching your eyes shut as you expect the worst. 

“Geralt, my friend!” Jaskier lets out a startled laugh, ringing bright with mirth and evident relief at the sight of their saviour. He gently pulls you away from him, forcing you to look at him. “I told you, Y/N. I told you he’d come for us.” 

“Y/N,” you hear the rough baritone of Geralt’s voice call out for you, though there is an urgency in his tone that you’re not used to from him. You eventually peel away from Jaskier and turn to face Geralt. He’s covered in blood - though most of it probably not his own, you remind yourself to keep yourself from spiralling. You barely bite back a startled yelp when you take in the sight of his face; his eyes are still mostly black, a side-effect from the witcher potions he likely consumed before stepping into the dungeon to your and Jaskier’s rescue, and the dark sinewy veins contrast against his far too pale skin.

“Geralt? You… you came,” you breathe out, your tone halfway between reverend and horrified, “I… I’m sorry you had to… I’m sorry…”

You don’t notice the tears trailing down your cheeks until you hear Geralt’s sharp intake of breath. In the blink of an eye, thanks to the superhuman speed the potions grant him, he’s kneeling by your side, cupping your face in his hands and thumbing away the fresh wave of relieved tears. A sob pushes past your lips when you finally collapse against Geralt, the firmness of his chest as familiar as the sound of his voice by now. Your witcher pulls you impossibly closer and wraps you up in a tight embrace, whispering sweet reassuring nothings into your ear. 

“Don’t be sorry, dove. I’m here, you’re safe. Not goin’ anywhere, either. Shh, you’re alright…”

“I hate to ruin this heartfelt reunion,” Jaskier’s soft voice suddenly interrupts the moment, and you can sense the underlying urgency in his tone, “truly, this has the potential to become my next big hit, but we really should be getting out of here. It won’t be long before reinforcement comes our way…”

“Jaskier’s right,” Geralt rises to his feet and pulls you up despite your yelp of protest, “are either of you hurt?”

“No,” you manage to answer before wiping the last of your tears, willing yourself to keep it together a little while longer, “let’s go, the quicker we’re out of here the better.”

__________

You’re exhausted by the time you reach camp. Jaskier is happily chatting away about his newest ballad, like he and you did not just spend the gods know how long in a prison cell. You don’t understand how the bard does, how he manages to pretend like nothing happened when you’re still twitchy and trembling. Geralt ignores Jaskier’s ranting for the most part, too focused on making sure you’re fine. He helps you dismount Roach by offering his hand for support, though when you slide off the saddle, you all but slump limply into his arms. 

“Talk to me, dove,” he whispers to you, low enough so as to not draw Jaskier’s attention, “are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yes, Geralt.” You offer what you hope is a reassuring smile, but judging by the frown your efforts are met with, you’re unable to convince your love, “I’m just tired. And still a bit shaken.”

“I’ll get a fire going. Sit down, have a rest.”

“Oh, and by the way, Geralt,” Jaskier saunters over to where you and Geralt are standing, “you’ll have to tell me how you managed to bypass all these guards, and don’t be stingy on the details.”

“Not now, Jaskier,” Geralt grouses, still not letting go of you, “if you want to show your gratitude, get a fire going.”

Jaskier shoots you a concerned look, but he thankfully doesn’t press you as he goes to do as Geralt requested. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sink deeper into Geralt’s embrace. You let his familiar scent wash over you in calming waves as he gently drags you down to his bedroll. You vaguely feel Geralt pull away from you and wrap a warm blanket around your shoulders, tucking you in snugly before pulling you to him once again. Your eyes flutter shut as you finally allow yourself to come down from your high. 

“I was so worried about you,” you hear Geralt mumble against your hair, before pressing a firm kiss to the crown of your head, “thought I’d gotten there too late to save you.” 

“You didn’t. You saved us, and that’s what matters.” You crane your neck as much as you’re able to capture Geralt’s lips in a tender kiss. “I’m just glad you came when you did.”

“As am I, dove.”

This time, the smile you flash him reflects nothing but genuine love and gratitude. You fall asleep in his arms, confident that he’ll watch over you and keep you safe. 

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Unjust

Prompts: Prompt for ya if u like! Ur so talented, big fan of your stories!-->>> Arthur is forced to come to grips with how little Merlin's life matters to society when Uther refuses to even discipline the nobles who beat him, dismissing Arthur with the words that will change how he sees the world forever; "Stop being so dramatic, he's only a servant. I'll get you a new one." - anon

The last fic you just wrote with h/c and merlin's duties as a servant WAS SO GOOD AND SO PAINFUL. Could we get a sequel? Maybe the knights trying to deal with the aftermath or the first time it happens again and Merlin trying to figure out what's something he's supposed to tell Arthur about v. actually his job? I don't know - anon

Ah yes more of these bois always

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: implied/referenced abuse, uther is an absolute gobshite, merlin gets hurt quite bad

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2624

Arthur thought it couldn’t get worse.

Couldn’t get worse than Merlin looking at all of them with a completely serene expression on his face and telling them he’s been abused since the second he set foot in Camelot. That he could look at all of them and be absolutely sincere, calm, almost resigned about the torment he’s been put through.

Couldn’t get worse than Merlin being confused when all of the knights immediately protested, that yes, Merlin, this is systematic abuse, that has been allowed to pass unseen for too long, that there are no consequences for things like this but damnit there should be. That Merlin, somehow, knew that this was wrong but didn’t call it abuse.

Couldn’t get worse than Merlin looking at him, right at him, and telling him that Arthur has abused him, since day one, and that he doesn’t feel it’s his place to stop him. That Arthur has been complicit and has helped people abuse him because he thought Arthur didn’t care enough to help him realize that it was wrong.

No, Arthur thought they were past the worst of it.

Now Arthur tells Merlin bluntly that he’s not supposed to be the servant to any visiting knight. He’s supposed to walk them to their chambers and leave, right then. There will be other servants who will help them get settled the rest of the way. One will see to the bed. One will see to the food. One will see to the armor if, and only if, it is requested. Merlin will not spend a second more around the knights than he has to.

Merlin looks a little afraid when he tells him that and Arthur can’t stop himself from taking the man into his arms and asking him what’s the matter.

“They’ll be angry,” he mutters, studiously avoiding Arthur’s gaze, “they’ll be angry I’m not staying.”

“Then they can come and talk to me.” Arthur brushes Merlin’s hair out of his face. “But they don’t get to harm you.”

Leon enforces it the first time a knight decides no, he’s going to get upset when Merlin leaves. Leon’s temper does not flare often, nor does it flare particularly high, but he’ll never forget the way Merlin rushes to his side and tells him he swears Leon’s eyes flashed red for a second. Leon tells him later that he…persuaded the knight to be grateful that there were servants here to help him at all.

He makes sure to be nearby the next time, just to see Leon slam the knight against the wall.

Leon bustles Merlin down to the armory, passing it off as the need to clean the weapons, when Arthur knows full well it’s an excuse to hoard Merlin to themselves and keep him safe.

Sometimes Elyan takes it a step further, comes between whatever knight thinks it’s a good idea to accost Merlin in the armory and tells them back off. He makes a show of Merlin knowing exactly where all the weapons are and exactly how often one of them will come down to find him. Merlin returns to Arthur’s chambers after the first time with a soft ‘you’d really come look for me?’ Arthur doesn’t quite cuddle him to sleep that night but they don’t move from the hug for a while.

Percival, of course, turns the protective hug into an art form. The man is huge, certainly much larger than the average knight, and watching him glare at someone over Merlin’s shoulders is quickly turning into one of Arthur’s favorite past times. He’s no stranger to the way Merlin will sometimes scoot closer to someone when he’s feeling overwhelmed, but it’s something else to see Percival almost mold into shape when Merlin’s by his side. A soft word in Percival’s ear and you couldn’t drag him away.

Lancelot is never far from Merlin’s side. Merlin jokes one day that he and Arthur have some sort of alliance or pact; one of them is never allowed to be further than a few paces away from him if the other isn’t around.

“That’s not true, Merlin,” Lancelot chuckles, nudging his knee with his foot, “the two of us don’t have that pact.”

No, Arthur smiles privately to himself, the six of us have that pact.

And sometimes Merlin can’t come to Arthur. That knowledge still burns when he remembers it, but it makes sense. Arthur holds a position of power. Arthur has—whether he feels sick with regret or not—contributed to Merlin’s abuse. Arthur is not always there for Merlin the way he needs to be. But Lancelot is.

And when Lancelot isn’t, Merlin always has Gwaine.

Arthur is not too proud to admit that he and Gwaine butt heads more often than they don’t, certainly when it comes to Merlin. But where Merlin’s safety and comfort is concerned, they never fight. It is Merlin who dictates where he feels the safest, whose side he wants to stay at for a while. It is Merlin who decides where he will run when he’s upset. They never fight about it. It’s always concern—what can they do to help? When was the last time he ate? Does he want to talk about what happened? Merlin notices it the first time Arthur accidentally walks in on him lying in Gwaine’s arms and there’s nary a barb tossed between them before Arthur is softly asking if he’s allowed to stay too and Gwaine tucking him into the embrace alongside them.

“Did you two finally learn how to get along?”

“Only for you, Merlin,” Gwaine says quietly, “only for you.”

And yes, there are absolutely nights where Merlin shakes more than he usually does or one of the visiting knights makes the mistake of cuffing him where they can see and they all end up piled into Arthur’s chambers. After the knight’s been humiliated on the training field by every single one of them and blacklisted from any future tournaments.

Merlin doesn’t always ask for them, but when he does, everyone drops everything. That’s the unspoken agreement. Merlin so much as sniffles and their afternoon plans are dust. Arthur will never forget the day Percival swept into his chambers with Merlin in his arms, the other knights in a guard of honor as Merlin threw his arms around Arthur’s neck.

“Shh, shh,” Arthur murmurs, lowering them to the ground as Leon tells the guards to leave them be, “you’re safe, I won’t hurt you, you’re alright.”

That’s a promise.

So yes, Arthur thought it couldn’t get worse.

As always, leave it to his father to make everything worse.

Merlin is missing. Arthur strides out of his chambers before the guards even realize the doors have been thrown open. Merlin is missing and that’s all that matters. His armor clanks loudly in the hallway and the other people jump to the side to get out of his way.

Good.

He knocks on the door of Gaius’s chambers. Gaius looks at him like he’s just grown another head. It doesn’t matter. Where is Merlin?

“I thought he was with you, sire.”

Merlin is missing. He leaves with strict instructions to find him whenever Merlin turns up. He stalks to the armory and runs into Elyan and Percival. Where is Merlin?

“Haven’t seen him,” Elyan mutters, already rushing off, “I’ll ask Gwen.”

Percival falls into step behind him as they hustle down the corridor. Leon comes out of one of the halls and immediately assumes a position on Arthur’s left.

“What is it, sire?”

“Where is Merlin?”

Leon doesn’t say another word. If all the guards decide to flatten themselves against the wall as the three of them go by, that’s their business.

They find Gwaine muttering curses as he storms toward the tournament grounds.

“Where is Merlin?”

“If the way Godefroy was looking at him is any indication—“ and they’re already seeing red— “then we need to move.”

No need to tell them twice.

Arthur leads the charge down to the door. He throws it open and all the training knights freeze. He glares around at them, looking for Merlin, Merlin, you’re not Merlin.

“Godefroy,” comes Leon’s clipped voice, “where?”

“This way.” They turn to see Lancelot stalking toward the training ground, the other recruits parting like smoke as they storm forward.

Arthur feels it before he hears it.

Smack!

The other knights are caught in the maze of weapon racks as Arthur darts through the armory.

“Stupid, worthless boy, needs to be taught a lesson.”

Smack!

The wounded yelp makes him push faster. He rounds the corner and—

Godefroy. On top of Merlin. His hand raises to smack him again. Merlin on his back. Hands up. Defending but not defending enough.

His teeth are not bared.

His expression is resigned.

He does not spit in the knight’s face.

The knight moves to strike him again.

Not on my goddamn watch.

“Get your hands off him,” Arthur snarls, the blade singing as he pulls it from the scabbard, “get your hands off him!”

Godefroy looks up. “He’s just a servant, he needs to be disciplined properly.”

“You must not have heard me—“ why is he still too far away?— “I told you to get off of him.”

Godefroy rolls his eyes but complies, because Arthur is the prince and his word is law but that doesn’t mean the knight has to agree.

Merlin doesn’t move.

Arthur snarls again, readying his sword for an attack only for Godefroy to stand there, not readying himself for the blow.

“How dare you strike him,” he spits, “how dare you raise a hand to him.”

Godefroy says nothing.

“Are you too much of a coward to defend yourself?” Arthur hefts the sword. “Are you?”

“Arthur,” comes a steel voice from the other end of the hall, “what is the meaning of this?”

He turns.

Uther strides toward him, looking down his nose the way Arthur looks at the muck on his boots. “Surely you have some explanation for your behavior.”

“He hurt Merlin,” Arthur growls, gesturing at—oh, Merlin, why are you still on the floor?

Uther scoffs. “I understand being possessive of your property, but really, Arthur, there’s no need for such childish behavior.”

“Childish—Father, he hurt him.”

“So?”

So?

So?

Fucking so?

“He’s just a servant,” Uther says, waving a dismissive hand, “stop being so dramatic. I’ll get you another one if Godefroy breaks him.”

Godefroy steps around Arthur, looking far too smug, and leaves.

Arthur stands there, panting, as his chest roils with anger too deeply buried to come out as anything other than agony.

This. This is why Merlin didn’t believe him.

Distantly, he hears the other knights rushing down the corridor and he turns, sheathing the sword and crouching, all but ripping off his rough gloves to cradle Merlin’s head in his hands.

“Merlin,” he calls softly, “Merlin, can you hear me?”

Merlin nods, his eyes still a little dazed.

“Good. Try and sit up. Lean on me if you need to.”

By the time Lancelot rushes forward to fall to his knees beside them, Merlin is propped up against Arthur’s shoulder, his head far too red for his liking. Gwaine mutters another curse as the knights spill protectively into the hall.

“Merlin,” Lancelot calls, “Merlin?”

Merlin shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he corrects, taking Merlin’s hand, “it’s really not.”

“It’s better me than someone else.”

Arthur buries his head in Merlin’s neck. Because Merlin’s right.

How many other servants have had to go through this? How many people has the mighty wheel of Uther Pendragon crushed underneath its weight? How many times has he turned the corner into a hallway where someone was beaten just for being a servant?

Merlin has him. Merlin has the knights. Merlin has Gaius. Merlin will be protected because they know about Merlin.

Who don’t they know about?

“This stops,” he grits out, “right now.”

“You can’t stop everyone,” Merlin mumbles, still slumped against Arthur, “you can’t, Arthur.”

“I’m the Crown Prince of Camelot,” Arthur says, holding Merlin tightly, “if I decide that there need to be consequences for actions, there will damn well be consequences.”

There are.

Merlin is shuttled back to his chambers with Lancelot and Elyan. Gwaine and Percival return to the training grounds with twin looks of determination. Arthur and Leon go straight to the steward.

The steward blinks up at them, clearly taken aback by the question. “I’m terribly sorry, sire, would you mind asking one more time?”

“The servants,” Arthur says, “how many of them are mistreated? How are they mistreated? I want to know.”

“Well, sire…all of them.” The steward fiddles with a stack of paper, moving it aside so he can lean on his elbows. “They do not have…there is not the power to protect them the way there is to protect you or the knights.”

“And how do we give them that power?”

“Come again, sire?”

“They are people,” Arthur says firmly, Leon’s unwavering presence at his side, “they are people and they should be treated as such. How do we ensure that happens?”

“W-well, sire,” the steward says slowly, “any large reforms would need the consent of the King. But there are…there are smaller ways that we can arrange for their treatment to…improve.”

“Such as?”

The steward looks at him strangely. “Forgive me, sire, but…I did not expect this behavior from you.”

Arthur shifts in the chair. “Perhaps I’ve been refusing to look for too long.”

“It is an admirable shift, sire.”

“It’s common decency. Now what do we do?”

Some knights start finding it hard to run into servants in the hallways. Some knights don’t receive chambers with proper insulation. Some knights are beaten down on the training ground over and over. Some knights find it impossible to stay.

Some knights figure out what’s going on quickly. Some knights have kind words and soft questions and thank-yous. Some knights start to push back when they see another knight be too brash, too rough, too callous.

Some knights get it. Some knights don’t.

Those that don’t either leave fast or learn faster.

Godefroy finds himself the training dummy, pelted with arrows, clubs, staffs. The other knights find he has grown cocky over sparring with whatever servants have been dragged out to the field and do not hide their interest when Leon offers to help him regain some of his prowess.

He never gets within five feet of Merlin again.

Uther is beside himself, wondering where all his servants have gone, where all his knights are going, and why no one else seems to be the least bit concerned about it. Arthur smiles privately to himself as he watches the steward explain calmly that if he wants to know what’s going on with the servants, perhaps he could try talking to them.

“After all, sire, servants are people too.”

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Ohmegod YES PacRim is THE movie my favourite movie of all time tell me everything you think about it!!!

- Lemon

HI LEMON *blows kisses*

Pacific Rim? YOU MEAN THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME. I like it a normal amount. *vibrates at a frequency that shatters glass*

I'm not going to write actual meta on it bc I've only seen it twice now and the movie is older than my tumblr account, but I will talk about things I liked!

Raleigh's bitch ass accent was fucking HILARIOUS. I think the actor doesn't actually have an American accent and was TRYING HIS BEST but honestly he sounded like those hick guys I grew up with who were trying to imitate city dudes.

Raleigh and Mako? The only ship ever?? Like let's be honest, there are only two m/f dynamics in action film media and it's Competent Female puts up with Dumb Blond who is somehow Better Than Her until she falls in love with him and magically becomes useless + Sexiest Guy and Passive Love Interest make eye contact one (1) time and They Are Canon.

But Raleigh and Mako? Yeah there's a bit of friction there, but it's clear that they have respect for each other and are putting the mission above everything else!! Raleigh really takes one look at her and goes "yup I want that one" and fights for her agency!! And Mako is allowed to have a character arc besides side kick to Main Character and it's amazing and I'm crying she's literally the best.

The Marshal was so fucking good and that speech couldn't have been delivered by anyone but him in this dumbass movie. My first thought when he showed up on screen was oh this guy better fuck up the white people AND HE DID! Fuck yeah this guy is awesome!!

I am a Slut™ for characters with daddy issues so the relationship between the Hansen's actually had me feeling a certain way.

Speaking of which, surprised they didn't give Raleigh daddy issues bc that's usually the trope given to your main character, not the side rival. Actually, I was overall impressed with Raleigh as a character. Even though he obviously had Trauma™, he's dealing with it in a healthier way than most protagonists and takes the first opportunity to open up to Mako about it. We absolutely stan vulnerability in this house.

Drift Compatibility is The Only Trope I Care About Right Now. I am writing every fandom au on the planet for this bc it's that good. I have hated the soulmates trope literally forever, but this one gets a pass.

Giant robots punching ocean aliens activated my inner eight year old.

THE SWORD THE CHAINSAW SWORD THE DRAGON + KNIGHT IMAGERY HOLY SHIT.

The fact that FOB has a song based off the scene where they meet in the rain has me feeling a certain way (thanks Loo for bringing this to my attention I will be have cry feelings about this for a while).

THE SOUNDTRACK HOLY FUCK WHAT WAS THAT SOOO GOOD.

The CGI was also banger for 2013 like that shit holds up baybe.

Gay fucking scientists? In an action movie? It's more likely than you think. Okay but fr these guys be married and I will not be taking criticism. I also really liked the tattoos the one guy had that was also banger.

The sparring scene was Cinema and one of my favorite film scenes of all time. Between the off the charts UST and the incredible stunts I was fr loosing my mind.

ALSKDJFLKD honestly so many things I could rave about in relation to this movie there literally wasn't a moment that I did not enjoy and it's been living in my head rent free for the last 70 hours. Tysm everyone who bullied me into watching it, but jokes on you now I'm going to shove every au down ur throat until you block me. <3

[wri0thesley]

replying to some anons under the cut so i dont spam ur dashes with like 10 asks in a row!

Anonymous said: How can you be so in love I’m jealous (But in all seriousness Its so nice that you’ve found someone that makes you truly happy)

being in love with haz is very easy because she is perfect 

Anonymous said: In my head Tiziano and Squalo have a private mentality about their job so their s/o doest know their team (but, unfortunately, their team knows their s/o) and for that i think it would be funny their reaction if by mere coincidence their s/o meet someone of their team, like imagine that they are coming back from a mission and s/o calls telling them "hi loves, i found one of your friends, he told me he knew you both and looked kind of lost so i brought him back to the apartment" and to their surprise they see s/o feeding cookies to Secco who is very comfy in their couch with s/o. Worst if s/o it's like "he told me to call someone, who it was? cio, oh, Ciocolata, but he lost his phone, do you have his number? also we need more sugar, i kind of use it all in his cookies". The bad part it's that now, Secco likes their s/o in a friendly way, so he keeps coming back for cookies and friendly pets, the good part it's that if Cioccolata gets weird Secco kind of distract him or get defensive of his "new friend".

honestly if your team includes cioccolata and secco would YOU introduce your lovely s/o to your team? i wouldnt either. secco is definitely taking advantage of their s/o’s lovely nature and their skills at baking cookies but at least it’s JUST secco and not cioccolata. YET. 

Anonymous said: Hi i just wanted to tell you that i think you are amazing, very kind and that i love your writting. Also you and Haz are a very cute couple 💕

thank you so much anon!!! ;_; i hope you are having a nice day! <3

Anonymous said: I’m obsessed with the faerie prince gojo au you proposed the other day would love to see more about that

i just fucking LOVE faeries. i think they are so cool and their mythology is so interesting. when i was thinking about that au i was getting back up to date with one of my favourite ongoing internet series, how to survive camping on nosleep on reddit, and they had a plot going with a faerie knight that stirred up my brain (i 100% recommend how to survive camping if you like cool worldbuilding and horror btw it’s SO GOOD). i may very well write a full-length piece for faerie prince gojo or maybe even some other faerie series pieces, but rn i wanna work on my requests and finishing a well-rounded education! after that . . . who knows >:3

Anonymous said: Omg you are a godsend nat, you’ve made me fall so much more in love with tiz and squalo AND sorlato 🥺please don’t ever stop I love your content but also don’t ever feel pressured to write anything you don’t want to (embrace the self-indulgence! :3) ❤️

ahh thank u so much anon! i am always here to spread the word of Sorlato Nonsense. i appreciate it when u guys tell me to be self-indulgent fdbghvnfgn

Anonymous said: Hello! I just wanted to know if you got my ask about Gojo and reader who is usually sweet but decides to "punish" or act out cuz shes annoyed with Gojo?? Alot of my asks have gotten eaten by Tumblr and I just wanted to make sure you got it!! >.< Thank you!

i did anon! <3 honestly tumblr is a barely functioning website but on this occasion we have been blessed by the tumbeasts

Anonymous said: Rehead Formaggio and blue-grey Formaggio feel like two different sides of the same coin but ultimately gove off two completely different vibes and idk how to feel about it (in a good way)

i guess it’s all of the extra red in his colour scheme but redhead formaggio just seems like Slightly More Of A Pal. also more of a thot, i cant believe that david pro said ‘no we will give him a full shirt’ instead of letting him have his weird little cut-out hole grid thing. idk something about manga formaggio just is more appealing to me Visually fgnjkbjngf

Anonymous said: I saw someone asked for your requests of Choso, but what do you have in your inbox for Nanami? 👀

NANAMI REQUESTS: - nanami with a clumsy s/o - jealousy sex n aftercare with a chubby reader - comfort scenario with nanami and a transmasc reader - nsfw scenario that turns into fluff - nanami teasing and edging a fem s/o - gojo and the students arrange a surprise date for mutually pining nanami n reader - poly gojo/nanami relationship hcs - nanami receiving a lapdance from his s/o (but i have reqs for lapdance headcanons in general for jjk men so i might combine them!) - also hc requests that include nanami: confident and headstrong reader who turns out to be shy in bed, gojo and nanami helping crush through a breakup, how they react to s/o getting injured whilst fighting beside them. 

Anonymous said: Ahh Nat thank you for allowing me to scream into your inbox abou jjk! And this is not /really/ a theory but a confusion/rant! You know, since Jogo, Hamani and Dagon (I hope I wrote their names right) got introduced I was confused as to why they aren't older. I thought each of them represent nature/natural disasters and humanity has feared them since the dawn of mankind! Also why did Mahito only recently gain self-awareness if humans have always been horrible to each other? Shouldn't he be v old?

honestly i kind of got the impression that especially hanami was pretty old! afaik mahito’s the only one who’s described as being specifically ‘new’, maybe they’ve just been hanging around waiting for someone like getwo to appear who they think can actually make a difference/combine them!! i think maybe it’s also to do with the ‘rise in power’ that we’ve been hearing lots of talk about in the last few chapters, that there’s just A LOT of cursed energy flying around and it’s making everything happen all at once? humans have always been horrible to each other i think but i wonder if it’s also to do with how much more the earth is populated now and how much easier it is to be horrible and hear about horrible things other humans have done to one another?