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ithseem · 10 months
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The Princes with a Gentle!Chubby!S/O
(because literally no one asked for it)
(warnings: none unless you're allergic to fluff, mentions of angst, or a lack of a beta reader)
(GN reader. Enjoy!)
Guy Avari
Oh, Guy Avari... The ever-so-cold man who claims he wants nothing to do with romance, weakened by the chubby person who came into his life
I dare you to tell me he wouldn't appreciate a chubby s/o
Bro's often overworked so he would find comfort in hugging you in private
If you're ever worried about crushing him when he asks that you sit on his lap, he'll just straight up say "balderdash" and sit you on his lap anyways
And if you're insecure about your looks, lemme tell you something: it does not matter to him what you look like. Your presence is comforting as hell
He'll also hire tailors through Jasper to make clothes that flatter you
And if his fan club or anyone else harasses, you, Guy will make sure they stay FAR away from you
Toa Qelsum
Overworked and often burnt-out mf electric boogaloo
I've said this in a previous post, and I'll say it again: I dare you to tell me Toa wouldn't appreciate his chubby s/o holding him in their arms and telling him that he's doing amazing and that everything will be alright
I cannot guarantee he'll know how to react at first, but he will grow more accustomed to this, so please, do it regularly 🥺 (bro's touched-starved asf)
His family and the people he grew up with were cold, to say the least, so someone as warm and caring as you would be a welcome change of pace
Also, if you happen to cross paths with these people, or if his fan club harasses you it won't be hard for your insecurities to resurface, so he'll make ABSOLUTELY SURE you don't feel unloved by him
Will also hire tailors to make you clothes that flatter you
Lynt Akedia
I dare you to tell me this skinny boy wouldn't find comfort in using you as a body pillow
Lynt's already affectionate as hell, and that's only gonna increase tenfold with a gentle and chubby s/o
Your thighs are definitely his favourite pillow
If he finds out you're insecure about your looks, Lynt would look at you like: Do you even see yourself?? You're literally so beautiful
His fan club will stay especially away from you since they've incurred Lynt's wrath. And lemme tell you something, a quiet person's wrath is nothing to take lightly
Roy Invidia
It's no secret that Roy is among the loveliest people when it comes to you
He appreciates you for your gentle personality and truth be told, he does find your huggable figure quite winsome
How couldn't he? You're simultaneously paramour- and friend-shaped
You accept him as the person he is and he appreciates that he doesn't have to be perfect all the time around you
He always transcends to cloud nine whenever you give him cuddles
Fenn Luxure
"People are just hot, man" (paraphrased, of course, lulz)
There is not a single person he doesn't see the beauty in, and you are no exception
If you happen to be insecure about your looks, you may or may not be a little suspicious about why he flirts with you so much, since a lot of the flirting aimed towards you may have been a joke
At first, it was nothing more than just some casual flirting and maybe wanting a hookup but nothing more
But as he got to know you and your sweet nature, he can't help but feel drawn to you
Man's been neglected for a lot of his life, and you giving him the attention just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside
It's not long before the two of you become paramours, and there isn't a moment where neither of you feels unloved
Expect lots of cuddling
Rio Voleri
Ah, yes. The resident Chubby Chaser Extraordinaire
It is, in fact, canon that he likes 'em big. He likes 'em chunky (source: Rio's book 1)
Rio never was all that interested in love, but not so much when it comes to you
Can you blame him, though? You're just too cute for words
And lemme tell you, he will ENJOY making food with you and, of course, eating with you
He also enjoys how happy you look when you eat
And if you're insecure in your looks and you bring it up, the poor boy will be SO baffled
How can you say such things about yourself??
In my headcanon, I see him built like Jotaro Kujo, so he would love to pick you up or have you as an extra weight on his back when he does pushups (He looks like a twig in the game's art style I'm sorry 😭😭)
Also, expect LOTS of cuddles
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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year
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Court Of Darkness Crack
Question? What movies do mother fuckers like. I’m here to guess
Guy: He likes Alvin and the Chipmunks, I can’t explain why but he hates the squeakual
Toa: He likes those Murder Documentary and eats desert while they show the most graphic description of the body.
Or he would enjoy Coraline
Fenn: Mother fucker likes Twilight
Lynt: He likes Sesame Street.
Roy: Roy would like Trolls
Lou: He would like The Little Prince movie or the Gremlins
Rio: Mother fucker watches every single Kung fu Panda movies religiously
Lance: He likes Alpha and Omega
Dia: The nightmare before Christmas
J*sper: ISNT allowed to watch movies.
Grayson: Home
Tino: He likes Paddington
Knight: Cats
Violet: Tall Girl
Thoma: Likes the Spider man movies
Sherry: Titanic
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pet-pet-peet · 1 year
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CoD Characters and Their Hug Preferences
Clingy and protective; he holds you everyday, all the time, whenever you're together. Doesn't want to get his hands off of you for even a minute. He just loves the security; the feeling that you're in his arms and no harm could come to you while he has you. Typically the initiator, yet if you begin to hug him first he will melt. When you initiate hugs, he feels loved in a way he never has and wants to drink the feeling in as much as he could. So he's typically the big spoon, but he absolutely kills to be the little spoon. __________ Fenn, Dia, Roy, Aquia, Lynt, Rio, Tino __________ Pda isn't necessarily his thing, but if you want a hug then he has no reason to deny you one. Has a strong hold but the hugs are fleeting. He just much prefers to wait until you're alone in one of your rooms, then he doesn't have to hold back. He holds you while he studies, or reads, or just while you're talking casually about something. Completely different person behind closed doors for sure. __________ Jasper, Grayson, Knight, Toa, Lou __________
Will not hug you in public, but also won't push you away. He has a reputation to uphold, an image to cater, he can't let people see him soft and lovey-dovey. Behind closed doors he can make up for the lack of reciprocated affection, but he'd much prefer it not be in public where people can use it against him or you. __________
Guy, Lance
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atomsminecraft · 11 months
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The one time in Guy’s Magical Acts of Intimacy but it’s better
“If you don’t stand still, you’ll never be finished.” The maid that was helping me get ready said. The harsh pulling of my hair made me harshly lean back to keep my neck from being pulled back and hoping my hair doesn’t get pulled back. When she finishes, I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was made into a fancy but old fashioned bun meanwhile I’m wearing some cheep old fashion dress. This definitely isn’t like a dress that Sherry has let me borrow and even more isn’t like those fancy ballgowns I’ve seen at parties at the academy. The plotchy makeup doesn’t make it look any better either. I coughed as the maid sprayed strong perfume on me and tears slightly pricked from the corner of my eyes from the smell.
“There!” The maid proclaimed.
“Uh… What’s up with the dress?”
“This is an official courtly dress of the kingdom of Avari.”
“From what century? 100 years ago?” I laugh at my own joke, she doesn’t seem to find it so funny however.
“Honestly, you young people know nothing of these traditions now a-days!” I continue staring at myself in the mirror. The red frills from my sleeves are itchy and the blotchy makeup is all I can focus on.
I stay silent for a moment, my eyes still on the mirror. Still looking at the mirror my eyes meet with hers and she shifts from one foot to the other. “Do you honestly think I’m stupid?” Her eyes widen as if surprised by my comment.
“I- Whatever could you mean?” I can hear the shakiness in her voice. So she really does.
I turn towards her and walk a few steps closer to her. “I asked if you think I’m stupid. Did you really think I would fall for this? The hair I could have likely fallen for, but the dress and makeup? The horrible perfume? Do I really look so ignorant as to not notice the clear motive of trying to embarrass me?” The maid tries to speak but all I can hear is stuttering and her trying to pull stupid excuses from her ass. I walk closer to her and I put my hand on her shoulder. “You have ten minutes to find me a dress or I will drag you by the ear into that ballroom to not only publicly apologize to me but to Guy. Me for trying to blatantly humiliate me, and Guy for almost embarrassing him and insulting his choice in paramour. Do I make myself clear?”
“I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I’ll bring a new dress right away!” She bows then quickly runs out of the room.
I sign and look back at the mirror. I grab some wipes and the Saligian equivalent of makeup remover and take off all the makeup and as much of the scent of the perfume that I can. I then grab my own makeup that I brought and do my own makeup. It obviously looks much better then the makeup the maid had done. I also took out the bun from my hair and started brushing it.
By the time I’m done I hear a hurried knock on the door. I tell whoever is at the door, likely the maid, to come in and of course I’m right. She comes in with a beautiful red and black dress and I smile to myself. I let her help me into the new dress and when I look at the mirror I finally don’t look like a child wearing a cheep dress and as if I found my mom’s makeup.
“Thank you, you may leave now.” The maid doesn’t say a word and bows before leaving. I take out a perfume Sherry has gifted me once before and spray some on me and look at myself in the mirror once again before walking out of my room and to the ballroom.
The doors open and everyone is quiet as I walk in. I do a quick sweep of the room until I see Guy and walk up to him. He smiles at me and I of course smile back. “When you’re done may we talk alone in private?”
“You may speak of it now. No one will stop you.”
“Prince Guy.” I look over to see a man walk up to us.
“Leos.” Guy gives the man a scornful glare. I look behind the man to see a woman behind him.
“I have brought my sister with me this evening in hopes of introducing the two of you, Your Highness.” His sister? I don’t mean to be rude but he looks a lot older to be having a sister that could be young enough to be close to Guy. “This is she. Swilyn.”
“Swilyn Vingard at your service, Your Highness. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Swilyn curtsies, her dress is beautiful and it flows unlike that previous crunchy dress I was wearing before.
I don’t quite pay as much attention to what happens afterwards anymore as it is a bore. However I did notice Rahm’s annoyed expression which made me almost laugh aloud as I realized she was likely the one who planned on trying to embarrass me with that horrible dress. Some time however passes and Guy and I can finally speak in private.
“Continue with what you were about to say before we were rudely interrupted.”
“Right. I just wanted to let you know that the maid that was suppose to help me get ready put me in some old dress and made me look like a child found her way through her mother’s makeup and tried to make her own ‘exotic’ hairstyle.” Guy signs before speaking.
“I shall deal with her for you. I will not allow anyone to humiliate you.” Guy states.
“I don’t think she will try that again,” I smile at him. He looks at me and I continue, “I told her that I would drag her by the ear to the ballroom to publicly apologize if she didn’t find me a better dress.” Guy smirks at me.
Guy grabs my waist and brings me closer to him. “Good. I’ll still deal with her on my own. Anyone who embarrasses you will be dealt with harshly.”
“I normally would be opposed to something like that but this time I think whatever you’ll do will be well deserved.”
The rest of the party goes by without a hitch. By the morning, I get another apology from the maid that ‘helped’ me last night and a gift from Guy as compensation for dealing with the tediousness that was last night. I wear the bracelet he gave me with pride during the rest of my stay here in Avari.
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AND THIS WAS WRITEN IN ONE SITTING THAT’S WHAT’S UP
I wrote this in like 10-30 minutes because the urge to write this was so strong that I literally couldn’t stop thinking about it
Sorry if this is bad I swear I could probably do better 💀🙏
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courtofmatchups · 10 months
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hi! psych major who talked about Guy. I do agree, i think it was a bit rushed and I would’ve loved to have seen more of his backstory, and YES PLEASE GET HIM A THERAPIST. honestly, they all need one. i hope we get more about Guy’s home + some more personal growth for him in his book 2. thanks for reading my rant :)
Glad to know I wasn't the only one who felt that Guy's backstory felt rushed. I'm slowly warming up to his character more and more, so yeah, I want to see more of his backstory in his book 2 also. This is going to be my character arc when Guy's book 2 drops
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grimreapersnuisance · 8 months
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Guy Needs A Nap -- Short Writing
I finished my last class of the morning section with a sigh of relief. The stress was palpable now that exam season was around the corner. I dropped my books onto my desk and loosened the top two buttons of my blouse for some comfort. I had an hour before my next class started, enough time to breathe, feed my familiar, and practice a few spells. I set to filling Robin's bowl with milk from the refectory and left some tuna on a plate for him. Just as I was about to open my textbook, there was a sharp knock at the door. I opened it to see Jasper, Guy's handler, standing there with his brow furrowed.
"Um… hi. What can I do for you, Jasper?" I ask with caution. I've never seen Jasper distressed like this before.
"Would you mind giving me a hand with Master Guy? He is… shall I say restless."
I blinked with surprise. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't that.
"Sure. Just lead the way."
I follow Jasper up to the S-Rank dorms, a familiar route to Guy's room. He opens the door cordially and lets me inside.
"Master Guy is in his room." He gestures to the closed door to my right. I nod before heading over, I can hear footsteps pacing on the other side. I knock gently on the wood.
"Guy?" I call earnestly. The pacing stops and there is a moment of silence when I believe he will simply ignore me. He doesn't. The knob turns and the door opens to reveal Guy standing there in his casual attire. His shirt is half unbuttoned, his hair is jostled, his eyes have dark circles underneath them. He looked so unlike the stern, neat, commanding prince that I had come to love. My face softened.
"Guy… what's wrong?" I ask gently.
"Nothing. Dismiss yourself." He turned away and ran a hand through his hair roughly.
"So, that's how his hair got so messy," I think to myself.
"If I was in the same state, you wouldn't leave," I respond sternly, but not aggressively. He was stubborn, but not close to my level. If stubbornness was a class, I would be S-Rank.
Guy looks at me, but doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to; it's enough of an invitation for me. I close the door behind me as I enter his bedroom. I approach him and examine him with my eyes before reaching up to cup his cheek gently. Much to my surprise, he leans in to my hand.
"Guy, please, tell me what's wrong. When was the last time you've slept? Or eaten?"
"Couple days." He mumbles the response so quietly that I barely heard it. I furrow my brows with worry.
"Why?" I try to understand what's got him in so out of character. He doesn't respond, of course. I will have to pry the answer out of him, or figure it out through investigation.
I accept that our conversation has ended and pull him towards the bed.
"What are you doing?" He doesn't fight me, but he looks displeased.
"You need rest. If you won't do it on your own, then I'll force you," I respond matter-of-factly. He frowns, but doesn't stop me from easing him down onto the bed with me. I propped myself up slightly on some pillows and rested his head against my stomach. I carded my fingers through his slightly tangled, but silky, hair and hummed some tune I remembered from the radio. Guy acted displeased, but his exhaustion won and he began to relax. His eyelids drooped and he fell asleep.
Sure, I missed the rest of my classes that day, but I could think up some excuse.  Magical food poisoning or whatnot. What mattered at the moment was Guy's soft, calm face as he slept with his head in my lap. I've never seen a sweeter sight.
Bonus: Jasper's PoV
I knock lightly on the bedroom door with a tray of food and tea, no red coffee for Master Guy today. Hearing no response, I opened it and let out a small hum of surprise when I found Master Guy and his potential paramour asleep. The prince was lying curled up against her like a cat, his head in her lap. Meanwhile the young lady was comfortably snoozing with her back against the headboard in a half-seated position, her hand settled in Master Guy's hair. I quietly closed the door and set the tray in the sitting room, assuring that I wouldn't disturb their wholesome slumber.
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wistfulwanderingone · 9 months
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Court of Darkness: Crimson Waltz
Characters: Guy X MC (MC named Cassandra)
Word Count: ~ 800
Description: Fluffy romance
From Anonymous: Dialogue Story Request “Cause a scene?! I am NOT causing a scene! If you want a scene so badly, though, I can show you a scene!” (with a little artistic license on my part)
@aide-falls I thought you especially might enjoy this :-)
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Crimson Waltz
In the grandeur of the Avarian palace ballroom, I guide Cassandra with practiced elegance, my arm a steady anchor for her presence by my side. Each step she takes is cautious, a reflection of our earlier conversation wherein I reminded her of the importance of upholding a dignified demeanor at all times. 
All must go well. Cassandra must prove herself worthy in front of my father and the nobles and politicians.
Together, we navigate through the sea of esteemed nobles, each interaction calculated and poised, a carefully choreographed dance of social engagement. Finally, the orchestra's lilting melody signals the commencement and respite of a waltz, and I lead Cassandra onto the polished dance floor. Our steps synchronize effortlessly, the observers' eyes keenly fixed upon us. Her gaze remains steadily at my throat, as if scrutinizing the cravat at my throat, her lips pressed together in concentration. Her heart beats nervously against my hand where it rests firmly against her back. A peculiar sensation flits in my chest, my concern for the intensity of the situation – a vague echo of my own childhood encounters with such emotions. But if she is to be mine, she must learn to adapt to its demands.
As the waltz unfolds with grace, an unforeseen hiccup interrupts our flawless rhythm – her shoe entangles momentarily with her gown, causing an almost imperceptible stumble. Swiftly, before her balance can falter completely, my instincts take over. With a firm yet gentle grip, I ensure her equilibrium is swiftly restored.
The scrutinizing gazes of the nobles in attendance demand a flawless performance, and I'm determined to uphold our appearance. "Watch your step. We're not here to make a spectacle," I mutter under my breath, my words a stark reminder to avoid any potential disruption to the carefully orchestrated ambiance of the evening.
Her grip on my hand tightens, she clenches her teeth and finally meets my gaze, her crimson eyes narrowing defiantly as her cheeks blaze brightly. “Make a spectacle?! I am NOT making a spectacle!” Her voice, a restrained assertion, hangs in the air, and the room seems to hold its breath, all eyes upon us, including the penetrating gaze of my father. “If you want a spectacle so badly,” she huffs boldly, “I can certainly provide one!”
Undeterred by the ripples of astonishment that sweep through the crowd, she decisively halts our dance. In a bold, swift move that defies convention, she pulls me into an intimate embrace, her lips meeting mine in a passionate, spontaneous kiss. Gasps and murmurs sweep through the ballroom.
Time bends around us,  a blissful escape from the rigid expectations that encase us, and the world is reduced to the sensation of her lips against mine as I deepen the kiss. I relish the soft sound she makes in the back of her throat, as her mouth opens beneath my kiss.
When we finally draw apart, panting slightly, the room remains in hushed anticipation, a collective pause as they await the ensuing tableau. Her face is flushed as her breath comes quickly, and for a moment, she avoids eye contact as the reality of her action hits her. But at last, her gaze seeks mine, a mixture of trepidation and curiosity in her eyes. 
Her audacity, her willingness to challenge the boundaries of our roles, is a revelation that both surprises and intrigues me. Her eyes widen as I lick my lips before offering her the hint of a smirk, conveying a silent understanding that I don't disapprove.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected," I remark with a quirked eyebrow, my voice carrying a playful undertone that I suddenly find myself uncaring if it reaches our audience. As I brush a strand of hair out of her face, she bites her lip, a sweet smile gracing them as she gazes up at me through her thick lashes. 
With a flourish of my hand, I signal the stunned orchestra to continue the waltz. Amidst the murmuring crowd, I lean in once more, capturing her lips in a tender and lingering kiss.
The once-silent ballroom transforms into a chorus of murmurs and whispers, the air alive with intrigue, but strangely, I find myself hardly caring. Cassandra and I share a realm of our own, momentarily detached from the watchful gaze of the onlookers. In that stolen moment, I convey my silent approval, an unspoken acknowledgment of the spark of defiance she's ignited and a reminder of all the reasons that make her so dear to me.
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figleythesimp · 10 months
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RULES
Welcome to my blog! Howdy. I want to write about COD (Court of Darkness) from now on, so this blog is dedicated to it. At the moment, I will be a beginner writer and will gladly take requests to write for the consorts of COD. Just give me a scenario and I may or may not write it. There are limitations on what I will and will not write. For now, I will only be writing requests about Lou until I'm more comfortable writing the other characters.
I go by He/Him pronouns. And yes my MC will always be gender neutral unless the ask is for a specific gender.
So far I've only read Lou(BK 1). (Look I'm not a veteran player but it makes me happy. I must write about it.) Planning on reading Lance or Lynt next. Just need to get his mischief ending and then I'm going to read other consort paths.
Please comment on my post, whenever I do eventually post. I need validation, or a person to talk to. Or just say haha this writing is "kinda shitty but it's funny lol". I'm very lonely. Maybe this is why I simp for the funky little evil man.
Will Write:
Basically anything that's not in the Will not Write Section.
X Reader (That's what this blog will mainly be. Especially since the game is a literal dating game-)
Character x Character (Depends on what the ship will be. Again only Court of Darkness characters.)
Dark themes (Depends on how dark.)
Angst of all kinds.
Character Death
Morally wrong (Depends.)
Will NOT Write:
Yandere (Slight/mild possessive nature is fine.)
NSFW
Fight scenes. (I can't write combat I'm sorry-)
Extreme gore
Illegal shit (illegal doesn't look like a word anymore help.)
I have the right to deny your requests if I'm uncomfortable with the scenario. I am also only human and if I don't get around to making yours then I'm sorry. But life happens and shit.
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faeriichaii · 4 months
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hiii! Since your requests are open, could I ask for a Legolas × avari!reader (it's a type of elf in Tolkien lore)? I just have in my mind a repeat scene where Legolas invites Gimli and his partner to Mirkwood and Thranduil having a mini heart attack like "One of my only son's best friends is a dwarf and his betrothed is an avari".
But later on he ends up liking them :)
Blessing ~ Legolas x Avari!Reader
A/N: Hi :) omg I love it!! I struggled like a lot and idk why haha because like I kinda was lacking in a bit of knowledge idk idk but I still hope I nailed the avari part?? But yeah I hope you enjoy the story <33
Avari: a branch of elven race, who never journeyd to Aman and instead stayed in Middle-Earth
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff, Thranduil being a bit cold at the beginning :( ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ
Summary: The journey of the fellowship ended a long time ago and suddenly you receive the invitation of the prince to join him in Mirkwood, meeting his father. But how will Thranduil react to seeing his sons best friend being a dwarf and his betrothed being an Avari?
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A smile graced your lips, as you saw Legolas standing beside his father. Both of them waiting for you and Gimlis arrival. You had received a letter a few weeks ago. The letter was written by Legolas, who invited you, as well as the dwarf, to meet up in Mirkwood. You remember that the three of you constantly joked and laughed about your different hometowns. Gimli, for example, always bragged about his home and the customs. You always expected to first travel there instead of Mirkwood. You especially remember that one time while you guys were eating the food prepared by one of the hobbits. The orange hue of the fire dancing away, as the laughter of the group filled the place.
“And I definitely would like to challenge the elvling to a little duel.” Gimli said, as he finished his dinner. You raised an eyebrow while looking at Legolas, who sat beside you. “Which one of us do you mean exactly?” You asked the dwarf. “How about the both of you against me? You won’t even stand a chance, so you might as well team up!” “A little bit confident don’t you think?” The elven prince set the arrow down, that he just finished. “I remember getting around ten more kills than you.” A smirk plastered his face, enraging the dwarf. “You did NOT have ten more kills than me!” Laughing slightly at their little antics, you smiled at them.
“Well, what kind of challenge would await us, if we would visit your hometown?”  You asked him, also preparing new arrows for your bow. “It’s called the rite of sigin-tarâg. We will use hammers to smash up stones and the first one to lose normally gets banished from all dwarven realms. But we will just do the challenge.” “So you want to test our strength against yours?” The elven prince asks, as he hands you a finished arrow to put away with your own. A small smile formed on your lips at his sweet gesture. “This won’t even be a test, because I already know the results. I will beat the both of ya.”
“Whatever you say Gimli.” He began to grumble at you while searching for his axe, in order to sharpen it a little more. “I think you should visit me at Mirkwood after the journey ends.” Legolas suddenly said. You halted your movements. Visit him in Mirkwood? You bit the inside of your cheek, as you thought about visiting Legolas at some point in your life. You have to visit him. The both of you are courting, so of course you have to. But what would his father think if he suddenly introduces him to you? You were an elf yes, but you were an Avari. It was known, that most elves do not like your kind. Avari doesn’t mean ‘The Unwilling’ without reason. “Meleth Nin, are you alright?” The prince carefully asks you, laying a hand on your thigh. “Yes, I am alright. I think visiting sounds like a splendid idea. But only if Gimli is also joining us.” You say, while taking his hand on your thigh into your own, intertwining your fingers. If you had to face his father for the first time, then at least you would drag the dwarf into it as well. A laugh escaped his lips. “Oh, my father will be so excited to meet the both of you.”   
And now you and Gimli were standing in front of the king of Mirkwood, while Legolas stood beside him. His eyebrow was raised, as he scanned Gimli from head to toe. “So, this is your… friend?” The dwarf let out a grunt, followed by a few grumbles at the attitude received right after his arrival. “Yes, I have told you quite a few stories about Gimli.” Thranduils eyes moved from the dwarf to you. You did a quick curtsy as a polite introduction followed suit. “My king, it is wonderful to finally make your acquaintance.” “So, you are the betrothed my son has mentioned?” His tone was slightly cold, which in result made you worry a tide bit. You didn’t wish for him to already dislike you. Especially if you haven’t given him a reason to do so. “Yes, yes I am. Which is why I am very grateful to be able to visit Mirkwood for a few days. And of course, to meet you, my king.” A small smile graced your lips, as you tried your best to get on Thranduils good side. He nodded gently at your words, before turning around and leading you through the castle grounds. Legolas walked beside you, gently taking your hand in his. “How are you doing Meleth Nin?” He whispered into your ear. A sigh left your lips, as you squeezed his hand. “I am alright. I just worry that your father might not give us his blessing. That he might already dislike me for who I am.”
Your gaze wandered to the floor. Suddenly Legolas stopped walking, making you halt in your steps. He took your face in his hands. The warmth of his palms made your face heat up, making you feel safe and sound. “Meleth Nin, I love you through middle earth and back. I only wish to spend my lifetime with you by my side. It doesn’t matter if he gives us his blessing, because nothing could ever prevent me from being with you. A soft blush dusted your cheeks. Your heart beating a little bit faster at the sweet words he just whispered. “I love you too Meleth Nin.” You whispered, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Taking his hands from your face, you intertwined your fingers with his once more.
The day passed rather quickly with the three of you being together once more. Even the king seemed to slowly warm up to the both of you, his welcoming scowl long gone. “I did not expect you to be so well read, dwarf.” “Don’t underestimate me too much.” Gimli said, as he laughed heartedly, the chalice filled with the elven wine in his hand swaying from side to side. You could already tell that the dwarf began to get tipsy from the alcoholic beverage. A small smile graced your lips at the scene in front of you, the light atmosphere making you feel more relaxed than at the beginning.
“I also must admit, that I am very impressed by your knowledge (Y/N). I did not expect an Avari to know so much about the elven history.” “Thank you for the praise my king. But it is only natural for me to know about the elven history. It is after all a very important subject and part of my culture.” The king took a sip from his golden rimmed chalice, before continuing his chat with you. “I do have to confess one more thing. That upon first hearing about you and my son’s courtship I saw it as… ill-starred. A misfortune bound to happen. I did not want to accept that he was willing to court an Avari out of all elves who roam the realm.” Legolas immediately grasped your hand, giving you a sense of security. You took a shaky breath as you looked at the king. “But now, after seeing you with him and the tender care and love you both share, I deem it cruel to rip the both of you apart. I also seem to start to grow fond of you, as well as his little friend.”
A bright smile adored your lips at the kings’ words. Squeezing Legolas’ hand, the both of you shared a look. “Thank you, my king. Your words mean the world to me.” You watched as a gentle smiled graced his lips, before they were covered by his chalice once more. “See, I told you my father would start to warm up to you. He might seem cold at the beginning but he still has a heart deep within.” The prince whispered to you, before giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. Warmth filled your heart, as all your worries disappeared into thin air. You got the blessing of the King of Mirkwood.
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notlevifromobeyme · 2 years
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I’m too tired to do a full lil intro thing to this so whatever.
Sub(?)Toa x Dom reader
TW: slight edging, slight begging (Toa), creampie, unprotected sex, the reader teasing Toa, bratty antics from the reader, very flirty reader.
Man, was he just so pretty. From his head to his feet, he was just gorgeous. You couldn’t even focus when he was teaching, all you did was admire him. Lazily watching his every move, as sleep wasn’t an option when thinking of him was. Sometimes he’d catch you stare, but you’d just wink at him, watching him roll his eyes and blush slightly. Sure, you get dirty looks from the girls that adore him, but whatever. He was more important to you. This particular time, you watched him go into a room. Peeking inside, you see many instruments and a record player. He likes music, I can work with that, you think.
You’d need someone to help you though. Someone easily seduced, because it seemed that’s all you knew. Immediately, you had a man in mind. Fenn Luxure. You ran to the S-Rank lounge and three of the five princes you met that night were there, Roy Invidia, Lynt Akedia, and Guy Avari.
“Mrs. Y/n,” Roy began. “How can we be of assistance?” He asked.
Lynt peeked at you, giving you a “Hello” you could barely hear.
Guy, of course, glanced at you, then went back to reading the thick book he had in his hands.
“I need to find Fenn, do you have any clue where he is?” You question.
“I heard him say he was going to the library tower.” Guy said, his eyes never leaving the page.
“Thank you, guys!“ You say, and zoom out of the room and to the library tower.
You walk up the winding steps and make it up to the top. You look up and down the isles, until you get the the back, where you see Fenn and a random girl. Fenn was kissing her neck while the woman moaned his name. You cleared your throat to make it known you were there.
“Awhh.. someone had to ruin our fun, huh?” Fenn says, turning around.
The woman sprinted out of the room, embarrassed.
“Treasure? How can I help?” Fenn asks, winking.
“Fenn..I need some help, could you help me, darling?~” You say, holding onto his arm and fluttering your eyelashes.
“Ohh, you got me. How could I ever deny you?” He says, coming his hands through your hair and hooking an arm around your waist. “What do you need assistance with?”
“I really, really wanna go out into town with you! I wanna get something I saw last time!“ You exclaim.
Fenn smiled and nodded, both touched and aroused by your cute, bratty-ish side.
“Yay, thank you Fenn!” You say, hugging him.
“Anything for you, my Treasure. Aren’t you just you cutest thing, hmm?” He asks.
“I am, I am, I promise,” you assure him. “I promise I’ll be good in town, okay?” You say.
“Shh, shh, now. No need getting worked up.” Fenn said.
Your tactics worked, and even more, you get to get Toa a few things out in town. Wrapping them in a pretty bow, you sign “To: Toa, From: Y/n. Love you ♡” and set it on the table in the music room. You watched as he opened it and a slight smile spread across his face. Feeling accomplished, you walked to the refectory until a cold hand slithered around your arm.
“Y/n.. Thank you.” Toa said, loosening his grip a bit.
“Your welcome, dear,” You said, turning around and noticing his blush.
Toa pulls you in from your arm and asks,
“Would you like to listen to the track with me?”
Yes! It would mean that you two were alone and finally, he’d be yours to admire.
“I’d love to, Toa.” You said, a smile spreading across your face.
The room was quiet, all you could hear was the music filling the room as you two sit in comfortable silence. You moved and put your head on his shoulder, his hand creeping to find your thigh. You place your hand on top of his and make him squeeze your thigh, digging at the plush skin below it. You felt his heart beating and moved his hand to your inner thigh, his hand moving on its own to grope your skin.
“I’m.. I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-“ Toa starts, until you straddle him. He stops talking and marvels you, feeling his cock get harder as it throbs on his pants.
“So cute when you look up at me, you want me to fuck you?” You ask, your hand cupping his cheek.
“Please don’t…don’t tease me like that.” He whispers.
You lick your lips unintentionally and stroke his cock that’s still in his pants, a small pool of precum stains his pants as he winces and moans.
“Fuck me..” He whispers, “Just fuck me, please.”
“As you wish.”
Tugging down Toa’s pants, his cock twitches helplessly as you lower yourself on him, deeper, and deeper.
You grind on his cock as he tries to hold down your hips, “It feels too good, Y/n I’m gonna..cum..”
You hold his chin up and kiss him, moaning in his mouth. Taking his cock out of your sloppy hole, Toa cups your cheeks.
“No, no, no, please don’t stop…please don’t.” He begs.
“What? I didn’t hear you.” You tease.
“Don’t stop..” Toa manages to whimper.
“Don’t stop what?”
“Please don’t stop fucking me, I need it. Please, Y/n…For me..” He whispers.
“Ohh, why didn’t you say so?” You say.
Riding Toa, going as slow and sensual as you want, he grabs your hips in attempt to make you go faster.
“Bad boy. Stop being so impatient.” You snap, biting his neck and earning a “s-sorry” and a moan.
Toa unbuttons your top and sucks on one nipple, pinching the other, you moan in response and go a bit faster as a reward.
“Oh yes.. faster, please go faster..” Toa moans as his free hand goes to your sex.
“Fuckkkk..” You moan. “Such a good boy, hmm?..”
“Im going to cum soon, do you mind if I-?” He asks.
“Cum inside me, Toa…” You mindlessly say as white liquid hits the deepest parts of your hole, filling you.
Yep. That was it. That was all. Thank you.
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ithseem · 3 months
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Drawing Henna Tattoos On the Consorts' Hands (S-Ranks edition)
"Why are you writing this?" Because no one else will. And because it's fucking fun
Saligia is full of wack flora and fauna, and since you've finally found something resembling a henna plant that can actually leave a stain and doesn't make you hallucinate or some other odd shit, you decided to crush some of the leaves up and make a batch. There was an upcoming festival, so this is a good opportunity to put those skills to use
Guy
Oh boy...The amount of puppy-eyeing you need to do 💀
He does eventually cave though, only because it's you. His own curiosity definitely has no part in this, what are you talking about?
He's going into this knowing that henna stains may take a few hours to set properly before he could wipe the dried paste off.
Because of that, he'd get all his stuff done before sitting down with you. You'd better do the same too.
He'd moisturize his hands and forearms as per your advice and hold still long enough to see you work your artistic skills, and he's quite impressed (He may or may not voice this).
He can see that working with henna can be fiddly, seeing how focused you are.
The small smile on his face after you finished means your mission was successful.
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Lynt
You want to draw a tattoo with henna on his hand? Alright. It looks like it'd take a while to draw so he'd try and stay still if he'd fall asleep.
"Would you moisturize my hands for me? 🥺" is is excuse to feel your hands before you start your work.
He does fall asleep about half an hour in. He saw how focused you were, and the design already looked pretty good, so he trusts that he's in good hands (not that he has a reason to distrust you).
You did tell him ahead of time that the henna would take a few hours to properly set, so he'd try not to move his hand too much
Lynt's pretty sensitive, so once the henna feels properly dry, he'd wipe off the paste.
He seemed so pleased with the design that it seems a shame to use that hand too much. He'll ask Tino to do a bit more work until the stain wears off (Not that Tino minds)
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Roy
When you told Roy about drawing tattoos with crushed leaves, he knew he'd want to try it. Especially on festival days.
Though he is a busy man, he'd make some time for you to do his henna and wait for a few hours to let the stain set. Probably on a day off or something.
He can't help but watch you while you put your artistic prowess to work.
And the design? It is absolutely gorgeous.
"That look of intense focus is quite captivating, you know? And the design looks gorgeous" - Roy Invidia
Fast forward several hours and he's wiped off the dried henna.
He wears the stain like a medal of honour.
Soon enough, all the girls found out about it and drew some designs on their own to wear on special occasions
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Toa
He can't say he isn't curious about this custom, so he'll indulge you. And he wants to spend more time with you and watch your artistic skills in action.
Before his day off he made sure everything is done without any mistakes (he does that anyway, but he does this more meticulously than usual)
He washed and moisturized his hands before you got to work.
Drawing with a tube of paste can be fiddly, so he held still as possible (he was going to anyway, he just really doesn't want to break your concentration)
He has to admit, the design looks exquisite. You really put a lot of care and thought into it
The next day, you see him teaching his classes with the henna stained hand in plain sight.
He let his class in on this once his lecture finished.
Needless to say nigh everyone had a henna tattoo on ball days after that.
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Fenn
You want to draw a tattoo on him? Using crushed leaves? He would love that!
He doesn't mind sitting still for an hour to see you work on something so beautiful.
Hands and forearms? Clean. Skin? Hydrated and moisturized by you (he likes feeling your hands). Hotel? Trivago.
The design you're working on is beautiful yes, but it pales compared to you. Especially right this moment since you look so focused.
The urge to try and fluster you is too strong, so he does when you lift the tube for a few moments.
The stain set a few hours later, and my goodness was the final product gorgeous.
And let me tell you: nigh everyone drew a tattoo with henna. Especially before ball nights
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Rio
Rio would be more than happy to let you draw a design with henna on his hand, but he is a bit concerned about how he's going to eat his food. That henna(?) stuff doesn't seem too appetizing and he doesn't want to ruin your work. (Thoma volunteered to take over for his work for tending to the vegetable patch)
You opted for a simpler design on his forearm or on the back of his hand so it doesn't get too in the way of his food or work. Rio doesn't mind though. He knows what you'll create will be beautiful regardless
His hands and forearms are clean and moisturized and he's rarin to go (not without a few snacks to share with you, of course)
He can't say he's too well-versed in this art form, but you look like you know what your doing, and he likes the design.
The wait was definitely worth it, and he wears that stain like a badge of honour.
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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year
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Characters Whom I believe that would be that one person “You got games on your phone” if MC brought a working phone with a charger and some how wifi-
Warning: Crack and Cursing
Lou: I feel like he’d be an iPad kid if he was born in the modern human world and they gave him freedom.
No scratch that he’d def be an iPad kid-. He the type of bitch to get addicted to candy crush on your phone Ngl-
Also he has taken a couple of photos of you while you weren’t looking
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Fenn: I feel like he tried to get into it- But his nails were to long to touch the screen. So now he uses you to scroll down to watch the things he wants to see.
*tap tap tap* “TREASURE ITS NOT WORKING- 🙁”
“Bitch use your fingers- YOUR SKIN NOT YOURE NAILS-“
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Toa: Pretends to thing it’s stupid and is a boomer about it; “Why is everyone so interested in that square, it is no use to me”
But the stupid bitch uses it to google the stupidest things ever. “What kind of pigs eat people?” “How long does it take to drown an ant?” “Do midgets have night vision?”
And he is to embarrassed to ask for it so he waits when you’re off guard to ask Knight to get it for him.
Also your photo album is now full of blurry pictures because he takes photos like someone taking a video of a school fight.
—-
Guy: Bitch has the audacity to take your phone and walk off with it. And he gets mad when others are using it-
Also he’s a fucking dinosaur and has no idea how to take a photo. But no one should teach him because i feel like you’d unleash an iPad kid onto the world.
—-
Lynt: Likes it when you put baby lullaby music on there. Also has accidentally ended up on the dark web and has never used it again.
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Roy: The moment you gave him your phone he starts checking everything- Your messages, your search history, every single app.
Not because he’s nosey but because he’s curious on how to work the phone.
Also your album is full of flowers, he’s changed your background to flowers and he may or may not have accidentally changed your passcode and not remember the password.
—-
Lance: Didn’t care at first, but got into the game called “Among us” and you let him use voice chat and oh boy.
“OI IM NOT THE IMPOSTER STFU-“
You didn’t even teach him how to swear he learned from the 5th graders who he is playing with.
Also got pissed when you put a child lock on your phone from him.
—-
Rio: Doesn’t know how it works and is definitely “You got games on your phone” type of person.
You can put Subway surfers for him to play and he’s get addicted. Also he picked up the cringiest gen z slang to impress you.
“MC that’s not poggers of you to do :(“
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draconivn · 3 years
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016 | Take My Hand
Summary: You go to lunch with Guy one day, and wondered what it would be like to hold his hand. Warnings: Fluff, Guy’s PG teasing Pairings: Reader x Guy Avari/Guy Monas (Court of Darkness)  Author’s Note: Because Guy is a tease.
“Done classes?”
I was on my way back from classes and ready to get lunch from the refectory, when I happened across Guy along the way. Seeing the man I love waiting so patiently for me there drew a smile across my lips to greet him as I held my book close in my arms. “For the morning! I have some time until my next class.”
With no one around, he returned my smile with an affectionate and handsome one. 
It was impossible to ever hold myself against that smile, that the secret slipped past my lips one day and the response he gave me was far from his former deadpanned tone. Rather, he laughed and determined to use his newfound weapon to make my heart flutter anew each time we were together. 
Each time he did, I was thankful that the privacy of his quarters encased my embarrassment, where his valet Jasper seemed to have developed an intuition of not intruding until something important came up or the reluctance to leave him for classes would arise within me.
Missing class was not an option after it became known among the other S Rank princes that I had chosen Guy, nor would I dare to show up with any sort of marks, lest I desire the wrath of the Avari Aficionados despite our relationship. But that hardly deterred Guy from showing I was his, as we became closer in front of everyone, and spent lots of time together that the message was loud and clear. The flares of his aura was complete proof of what we were doing, as it took time for it to wear away, and my cheeks would be as red as the glow of magic that surrounded him.
“Come. Jasper also made lunch for you.”
“Coming!”
Gathering him to speak his mind more often with me was a feat of its own, though I knew Guy had his own way of communicating and we became more attuned to each other. 
As we wandered to the elevator lift, I felt the graze of his hand briefly against mine and my gaze drifted down in thought. Though awkward and public as it may be, there was the thought that had been lingering in my mind for quite some time but I had forgotten to ask about by the time I saw him: I wanted to hold his hand.
“–What is it?” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts, prompting me to look up at him just as the elevator was being called down to meet us. 
“Hm?” I barely heard him call my name.
“You were not listening again, were you.” He sighed, staving off a scowl as he stopped to turn towards me and enclosed the gap between us by leaning down to be of the same eye level. "You have been of odds lately. Does your body ail you?" 
A simple silly thought like that flew out of the window and my first instinct was to shake my head. "N-No, I'm fine! I… I've just been thinking about some things." And in no way is that a lie.
He takes my silence as a reason to back off, though I can see the way it bothers him in his expression before we enter the lift.
Oh great. I made it awkward. I wanted to smack myself on the forehead for it as I stood quietly next to him. Would he say anything or be bothered if I took his hand…? I looked down at his hand then as discreetly as I could at his side profile. I felt flustered, fighting with my indecision. I could do everything else he said but take his hand on my own discretion was something that questioned comfort in doing publicly. … Maybe I should ask him about it later.
The lift opens without another move made and we both leave it, though his long legs make him advance ahead of me until he pauses to face me yet again.
"Guy?" Warmth encloses around my hand, fingers lacing between the spaces of mine. I look up to him again and he's smiling that handsome smile, enticing a warmth to creep its way across my cheeks that turns his smile into a smirk of satisfaction.
"My paramour walks alongside of me, not behind me. Shall I keep you close like this then?"
The way he says it has me ready to melt into a puddle, and the realization that my thoughts have been bare on my expression enough for him to act on it so has rendered me speechless and stutter before I can gather my bearings.
“Y-You– Are you sure you don’t have mind reading powers?”
He chuckles, lifting my hand to brush his lips against my knuckles. “You wear your thoughts as you do so with that bleeding heart of yours.” His voice is low and deep for my ears, coercing me close. “Show your thoughts to me alone. Let not another see your vulnerability.”
“You make it sound easier said than done.”
He arches a brow. “Shall I teach you then?”
“You parade around so proudly with your aura. I think you may need to keep teaching me more so no one can see what I show and do with you.” Warmth leaves the back of my hand as he lowers our intertwined fingers, leaving me to look up at him curiously.
But he steps in until I am against him, his lips dropped to my ear. “Shall I begin teaching you tonight?”
My cheeks flared so deeply as I stepped back, though he would not relinquish his hold. “G-Guy!”
For a moment, there was a flash of a smirk before he turned back towards his quarters, tugging me along for our lunch together where he continued to laugh and tease me behind closed doors.
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atomsminecraft · 1 year
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MC using a spray bottle on the S-Ranks when they misbehave. I just wanna see Guy SOPPING WET
HOLY FUCK I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LITERALLY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIME(I was also busy and being a lazy bi-)
Ok so like, they might not be 100% what you asked for but I’m the writer so I’ll write these the best I can haha-(Please don’t hate me)
I’m also not very good at their wording(or writing haha-) and how they act so please forgive me for any inaccuracy-
Warning: Not proof read(mostly)
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Fenn.
It was a surprisingly normal day today, I grabbed my bag(That's a surprise tool that will help us later-), went to class, talked with Sherry and Rio, and now it's almost lunch time.
"Treasureeee" Oh god not this again, of course it can't be a normal day. What was I thinking? I feel an arm go around my waist into a half hug.
"Afternoon, Fenn." I say.
"Treasure, what say you spend time with me during lunch? I promise I'll make it worth your while." I feel his hand lower and grab my ass.
"Fenn." I stare at him and get ready to grab the little surprise tool in my bag. I take out the spray bottle and give him a spray from it. Haha now his face and hair is wet.
Fenn pouts, "You're no fun," He lets go of me and puts his hands back and wipes his face. "Is that a no to the lunch offer?"
I cross my arms, "It's very much a no."
"Well, the offer still stands if you change your mind." He winks at me then leaves, for the time being at least.
Guy
(I don't have many ideas after this so please forgive me)
(some of you are gonna hate me for how long this is gonna be so I'm sorry)
I was talking to another student about something in class they had a problem with. Why did they ask me? I have no idea. From what they said, I understood it better than they did and the professor left before they could ask any questions after class. Oh yeah and they were also acting very nervous around me.
He listened to me intently, taking notes, even! I actually kinda liked this feeling, it felt like I was the teacher for once! I continued to answer any questions the dude had about the topic until he suddenly looked really nervous as I felt someone loom over me.
"I- I think I got it now, thank you!"
"Wait but I wasn't done-" Aaaaand the student ran away. I looked behind me to see Guy standing over me. "Did you need something?"
"Why were you talking to that student?"
"He was asking a question about a lecture me and him had."
Guy scowls, "He should have asked the professor or asked someone else."
"The professor had to leave so he couldn't ask any questions." I answered.
"He clearly asked for other reasons. You're mine, I won't let anyone else take you." His "You're mine" comments really aggravate me. Was this the only reason he wanted to talk to me?
"I don't belong to anyone," I glared. "Was that all?"
He huffed and grabbed my arm, not rough enough to hurt me though. "Come with me." He pulled me towards the direction of the dorms and I soon got tired of trying to get out of his grip. When we got to his room, he finally let go of me and sat down.
"Gotta really appreciate the consent in bringing me here". I said sarcastically. "What did you bring me here for anyways?" he huffs and doesn't say anything. I roll my eyes, I swear to god he really needs to learn to communicate with others. An idea suddenly pops in my head and I grab the spray bottle.
"Communicate." sprits "Your," sprits "Emotions." sprits
For a moment he looked shocked then glared at me and grabbed my spray bottle and sprayed me with it. Oh boy this was gonna be fun.
(Sorry I had to make this a little light hearted haha- please don't hate me)
Toa
Lectures were going on and at the moment Toa is my professor.
GOD DAMN IT WHY WON'T THIS WATER TURN INTO WINE, IF JESUS COULD DO IT SO CAN I
I continued to try and concentrate on turning the water into wine but I feel the judgment of someone staring at me and it temps me to look to the side of where the feeling is radiating off of and I see- HOLY FUCK IT'S TOA. I jump in my seat because he's literally standing next to me and I didn't even hear him or see him.
We continue staring at each other until I decide to break the silence. "Do you need something...?"
"How is it that you've done everything else correct but doing something as simple as turning water into wine?" He asks. Wow thanks for announcing that to the class. How about you tell me how a car is made now?
I shrug, "I don't know, I just can't seem to do it." I hear some students snickering.
Toa sighs, "Speak to me after class." And with that, class continues...
After the bell rings, I grab my stuff and walk to the front of the class and to Toa. It’s a shame this is my last class, I could have used the excuse of saying I need to get to my next class then say I forgot about him wanting to talk to me.
“Since you appear to be unable to do the assignment, I will be having you practice here until I excuse you.” Hey, at least it’s not him having me read tons of books. That memory gives me war flashbacks...
“At this point, I don’t even know I can do it anymore. I’ve tried countless times and-”
“I didn’t ask for your excuses. Sit down near the front and I will watch you and point out what you’re doing wrong.” One part of me really wants to see if I can run out of this classroom, the other part of me knows that if I try he’ll scold me and make it more difficult for me. That and I’ll likely get in trouble. I sigh and take a seat and a cup of water is set in front of me. Welp, time for another round of failure...
It feels like hours have gone by, though it was likely only an hour, and Toa continues telling me the things I’ve been going wrong; my posture, the position my hands are in, moving around too much, too stiff, my visualization, me zoning out and not paying attention, etc. I really am tired of this.
“Toa.” I say. He looks at me confused for a moment then surprised then annoyance after I grab the spray bottle from my bag and spray him with it. “Toa, stop with that Spartan way of teaching and be nicer.”
“My what-”
“Stop being so strict. I’m unable to help the fact I can’t do this “simple” spell that you keep shoving in my face.” He looks at me for a moment before sighing.
“I’ll stop bothering you about it then. You are dismissed.” I smile at him and he looks away.
“I don’t mind you teaching me in private, just try and be less strict and I’ll be able to tolerate it more.”
“I’ll... Keep that in mind.” Toa goes to grab papers on his desk and I look back at the water in front of me. I close my eyes for the manyith time and imagined what I wanted to happen. Water turning into wine. A sudden warmth suddenly appeared in my hands and when I opened my eyes, the water was wine. I looked up to see Toa staring at me, smiling. I smiled back.
(I know Manyith isn’t a word, let me make up words haha)
Roy
(oh boy time to put my thinking caps on cuz now I have no idea what to do with the rest of the S-Ranks, sorry if they’re short. Pray for me ya’ll, this gonna be made very yes after this)
Wow, great day, very sunny. I really don’t know what to say. Sherry dragged my outside and into the courtyard because she wanted to show me something apparently and she’s refusing the answer my questions.
“Can you tell me who or what you’re looking for?” I ask. Sherry has been looking for something for the past, I don’t know, 30 or so minutes.
“Hehe, not yet. It’s meant to be a surprise!” I don’t like the tone she’s using, this means she has some mischief planned. I wonder what, though... Before I can finish my thought, I hear Sherry celebrate in victory and I look over to see she has a hose. Oh god please tell me we’re gonna prank someone with that
“What are you planning on doing with that?” I tilt my head slightly in confusion and she laughs.
“You know that spray bottle you carry?”
“Um. Yeah? What about it?” I’m even more confused. Sherry’s smile gets bigger and she backs out of the way as I suddenly feel water spray on me from behind. “Hey!” I yelp in surprise and look back only to see Roy with another hose.
Roy laughs, “Revenge for last time,” he winks at me and suddenly I’m being sprayed by both Sherry and Roy. I’m being ganged up on by the brother and sister combo! I grab my spray bottle and start chasing Roy with it and occasionally Sherry, though she ran away after some time and so I got ahold of her hose and started chasing Roy with it. We continued to spray each other with water until we tire ourselves out.
Lynt
(Oh poor baby, he doesn’t deserve such bullying)
Where did he go? I swear he should have been in the courtyard like we planned. I spotted Tino and ran up to him.
“Tino, have you seen Lynt anywhere? I haven’t been able to find him.”
“Miss MC!” I guess I surprised him, whoops. “My apologies, I have not seen the young master. Have you checked his quarters?”
“I’ve checked everywhere I thought he would be. We were meant to meet up at the courtyard but he wasn’t there either.”
“Oh stars... I shall help you look for him then! That is if you don’t mind.”
“Thank you,” I smile, “I would appreciate it. If we can’t find him in an hour let's meet back here.” I get Tino’s approval for the plan and we walk our separate ways. Should I double check where I’ve looked? I probably missed some areas, I can look there again. Hmm... Maybe he’s sleeping somewhere in the courtyard? Hopefully I’m right...
I walk back to the courtyard and go on my search. Maybe if I’m quiet enough I’ll hear him? I stop and look around at potential hiding spots. I spot some strangely colored green near a flower bush and walk over. “So you were hiding here...”
Lynt opens his eyes then smiles at me, “Oh, MC, what are you doing here?”
“We agreed to meet up at the courtyard so you can speak to me, remember?” While I do find his behavior cute at times, it’s really annoying when he just forgets things like this. I’d rather not have my time waisted, even if it’s worth spending some extra time with him.
“Oh yes, that,” He still looks tired. He better not fall aslee- Lynt closes his eyes once more and I can just feel the upcoming headache this will cause.
“Lynt.” No responce. “Lynt, wake up.” Still no response. I really have no other choice now, do I?” I sigh and I grab my spray bottle and kneel down and softly squirt his face. My hand is suddenly grabbed and I’m pulled down onto Lynt chest.
“Sleepy... Would you sleep with me?” WORDING, AKEDIA, WORDING.
“But what about-” He’s already asleep before I can respond to him. God damn it. Whatever am I going to do with him...
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FINALLY
I FINISHED WRITING THIS
IT’S BEEN 15 YEARS /j
If I missed someone please tell me my memory is just a big no
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courtofmatchups · 6 months
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Match up ask
(I'll use my OC, Ihana)
Personality:
She's quiet, observant, if needed she can be manipulative.
Loves reading. Has a journal.
Has dark, feminine energy. Has been betrayed before.
Looks:
Fair, dark-haired. Has dark eyes and red lips. 5'7".
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It seems to me you have captured the heart of....
The Haughty Aristocrat:
Guy Avari!
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There's a type of confidence about Ihana that Guy cannot help but notice
You're quiet and observant, and your eyes seem to reflect intelligence, so he does become interested, as he himself is also quite observant
His Achilles' Heel (or whatever the Saligian equivalent is) is his ability to express himself, so he does come off too strong. And she does not take any of it
She may not like Guy very much at first, but lately he's noticed a change about him. Is he... Chilling out somewhat? Yes. Yes he is. He's becoming a better at expressing himself, and while she is willing to give him a chance, she is still cautious.
As they got to know each other, they felt more comfortable near each other. Eventually he comes to learn that you and he have quite a few similarities. He's had his fair share of people out to get him (I hc some of them are people he knew), and she has been betrayed before also
Being with you throws him for a loop. You are more in tune with your emotions, bot light and dark, and he cannot help but admire that you embrace your authenticity and fearlessness, and she does not hesitate to put him in his place
Overall a very passionate, but also transformative relationship. Both you you grow emotionally in this relaionship
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ithseem · 10 months
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Gender Non-Conforming Fem!MC is Done with Guy's Nonsense and Burns the Dress He Got Her
@shaakyhaands this is for you
warnings: arson, not beta read, may be a little ooc
You have just about HAD IT with Guy and his utter nonsense. You've told him multiple times that you weren't interested in him or in wearing dresses. You've told him you weren't comfortable wearing dresses and you rejected his many, ah, advances but he still tries to win you over. When Guy bought you yet another dress and expected you to attend the upcoming ball with him, that was the last straw. You asked your friend Fenn to get a bottle of wine, but not just any old wine. You wanted only the best wine in all of Saligia. So he gets you the finest wine from Luxure. He understood where you were coming from. If you were this irritated, alcohol would do just the trick.
Or does he? He came back to the S-Ranks lounge where you did not really hide a smirk and Guy ordered Jasper to fetch Avari's finest alcoholic drink: Avarian Ale, "far stronger than the drek Luxure calls wine."
None of the men in the lounge saw what you were going to do next. You poured the contents of both bottles onto the dress Guy got you (was that with you the whole time?) and then got a lighter (where did you get that?) and lit the dress on fire
Guy
You did not just do that
How could you just burn a dress made by Avari's finest tailor?
And revel in this while keeping eye contact with him no less??
Guy was the first to put out the flames once he regained his composure
All that was left was but a small charred patch of the dress
"Bah"
He gets the message. If you were willing to commit arson over this he's not gonna get you dresses
Fenn
You had him fetch wine for this?
He cannot say he dislikes this display, but did you really have to pour his wine all over a dress to set it on fire? He was hoping to share it with his friends
Oh well. At least he got to see some chaos today
If you haven't already put your foot down, you've driven it down to the very core of Saligia now
Toa
Toa is glad you rejected his advances but was nearly setting the lounge on fire really necessary?
He understood your discomfort with wearing traditionally feminine clothes and as far as he knew, you told him and the others as much, so you had to put your foot down
He supposes simply saying no would not have sufficed, but setting the dress on fire? Really?
He has mixed feelings about this
Roy
He is utterly speechless
Maybe he should have talked Guy out of getting you a dress
But then again he doubts he would have listened
Lynt
"Why is it so hot all of a sudden?"
Lynt was asleep and the sudden heat spike woke him up
Fenn filled him in on what happened and Lynt was not happy with what Guy did. He was not happy with you either
Lynt hates discord and would really rather not argue but this has gone too far
He scolds Guy for making you so uncomfortable and he scolds you for nearly setting the room ablaze
If this wasn't enough an incentive to make sure that this doesn't happen again, Guy would be a unicorn's uncle
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