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Griddlehark Fics

I have read an absolutely insane amount of Griddlehark fanfics in the past few months so I figured I could make a like...list of all of my favorites that I bookmarked. I'm not sure if anyone will use this but if anything it will be for my own self-indulgence LOL. Just a heads up, this list WILL contain spoilers up to Nona the Ninth, so proceed with your own discretion. Anyway here we go!

(♥︎ = favorite!)

Short (<15k):

"By the Sword" by JeanLuciferGohard (2.6k)

The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth, Necrosaint, Ascended, the greatest bone adept in an Age, does one push-up, and collapses. Harrow does not beg for her cavalier. Harrow rakes her hair back and snarls, “Nav, I am going to unzip your cranial sutures. One by one. And zip them up again sideways.”

"Your Necro Questions Answered" by Magichorse (8.8k)

Syndicated columnist "Nav the Cav" offers a sympathetic ear to cavaliers across the galaxy and dispenses practical, no-nonsense, real talk advice on how to properly manage and care for your necromancer.

"A Lesson in Bones" by Magichorse (3.8k)

One of the laboratory trials at Canaan House compels Harrowhark to swap bodies with her cavalier. What will Gideon do with the power of the most talented bone adept in generations at her disposal? Nothing good, probably.

"Visions of Gideon" by tothewillofthepeople (13k)

Oh my god they were roommates...

"true love's kiss, or something equally nauseating" by corpsesoldier (4.6k)

She was where she needed to be. She was going to pull her necro out of this godforsaken tomb, end the game of musical bodies they were playing, and then everything would be all right. Harrow would be alive. And Gideon was going to give her shit for approximately the next myriad for not just taking what she’d offered and saving them a whole lot of trouble.

"The Big Warm Dark" by decalexas (haelstorm) (2.7k)

Gideon Nav knows how to swing a longsword, brandish a rapier, bridge the gap between life and death, punch the dead in the face, and maybe overthrow an Empire along the way. What she doesn't know how to do is reach for the girl who made all of this possible.

"carrion comfort, despair (not feast on thee)" by NotAFicWriter (5k)

Some time after Alecto wakes, Harrow and Gideon finally have a moment to speak to one another. Hearts are bared. Teeth are bared. Intentions are bared. It all comes at great personal cost (emotional honesty).

"never exhale all the way" by pigflight (1.2k)

Harrowhark paints Gideon's face.

"such an almighty sound" by CountingNothings (10k)♥︎

“I need you to marry me,” Harrow says, a propos of absolutely nothing that Gideon can see. And, uh, okay, this is not what childhood best frenemies say to each other upon discovering that both of their graduate programs have weird residence requirements. “What,” Gideon asks, “the fuck?”

"A Handsomely Dangerous Thing" by zoicite (1.5k)

Had Harrow ever looked at Gideon and felt pride before? Surely not. It sat like a tumor in her chest, a cancerous lump that had grown where it did not belong.

"How it didn't happen" by Nary (1.5k)

"How did you lose it?" Coronabeth asked, more softly than her sister's shrill voice. The group assembled at Canaan House barely knew her, and yet here they were, asking the most irritatingly personal questions, and acting as if they were being kind and thoughtful by prying into her secrets. "I dropped my pen into a vat of acid and reached in to grab it without thinking," Harrow said dryly. Coronabeth recoiled, screwing up her pretty nose. Ianthe looked unsure whether to believe her or not. Their meatslab of cavalier just stared blankly. "The Daughter of the Ninth House was blessed in this manner from her birth, as a symbol of her strength and power over the mysteries of necromancy," Ortus interjected. Harrow glared at him. "Oh," Coronabeth said, an expression of disgusting sympathy on her flawless face. "But then you would never have known who your soulmate was!" Harrow's glare intensified. "My soulmate is bones."

"Halcyon Nights" by Morike91 (10k)

It was hard to tell what was worse: feeling the full warmth of those unguarded honey eyes fall on Harrow, or watching them narrow in recognition and contempt, their warmth now hotter with something else. “What can I get you?” It has been at least four years since Harrow last heard the voice of Gideon Nav, but it was still as familiar as her right hand.

"I completely fucking hate you" by ClaraZorEl (7.5k)

In the coming weeks, Harrowhark learns an unfortunate great deal about Gideon Nav. The kind of porn she likes, the number of bread rolls she can fit into her mouth at once, that she always leans too heavily on her left leg when she fights but can do fifty-seven push-ups in a row without stopping, that her biceps rates 11/10 on the scale of good biceps, that her laugh rumbles like an army of skeletons, and most importantly, that she can’t fucking stand her. Gideon Nav is so grating that Harrow has no doubt she will be her undoing. OR Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been invited to Canaan University's ball. But to successfully represent her house, she needs a cavalier, and unfortunately, her only option is her least favourite barista from her least favourite coffee shop.

"A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them" by pipistrelle (7k)

"In the end, she poisoned Ortus; so it was Harrow Nova who walked out to the shuttle a half-step behind the Daughter of the Ninth, the chain of Samael Novenary wound about her offhand wrist, the black blade of the Ninth at her side."

"The Only Prayer We Know" by pipistrelle (12k) [Part 2 of "A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them"]

It's like a bad joke: two cavaliers (alive) and two necromancers (one dead) walk into a rebel faction of humanity, looking for a new life -- in every sense of the phrase. What they find is each other, and (in some cases) themselves.

"The Flames of Hell Are Warm" by silverapples (7k)

In which Harrow is a repressed evangelical Christian and Gideon performs burlesque in a lesbian nightclub. Feat. nipple pasties, chewing gum, and a steaming mug of gay coffee (wake up and smell it, Harrow).

"Necro Business" by rnanqo (1.6k) ♥︎

“Gideon,” you said carefully, “I will need to examine your mouth. Various structures, primarily the jaw, but also the lingual muscles—the tongue—” You stopped there. Your cheeks were going red, probably with indignity. “Yeah,” I said, a bit too loudly, “yeah, sure. Do it.”

"Holy Cross, Alaska" by softieghost (10k) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Harrow meets Gideon. They go through it together.

"my love will be your armor" by TheKnightsWhoSayBook (2.3k)

"The princess has a right to bestow her favor on whoever she wishes to win a match," Gideon tells her. "Are you going to?" "Why would I? I don't want to marry him," Harrow answers bitterly. "Do you want me to win?" Princess Harrow will be engaged to the winner of the tournament, and her only champion is her useless bodyguard Sir Gideon Nav, who isn't going to save her. Unless...?

"The Meaning Of The Word" by pipistrelle (8.4k)

Harrow, along with a good percentage of Canaan University's necromancy students, has the flu. Gideon has a lot of feelings that she is in no way equipped to handle. It's a tough week.

"(i shine only with the light you gave me)" by sashawire (1.7k) ♥︎

God prods, gently, “Even just starting with their physical description, and we can go from there.” “Imagine,” you say, from somewhere outside your body, “the worst shade of orange you’ve ever seen in your life.” * Harrowhark receives her saintly title.

"i will learn to love the shears" by corpsesoldier (4.7k)

The avulsion trial left Harrow's hair in a sorry state and Gideon offers up her expertise with a blade. Or, Gideon gives Harrow a haircut.

"The Titty Texts: A Work of a Stupendous Titty Nature" by EleniaTrexer (3k)

Gideon accidentally sends Harrow boobs. And then just keeps on sending them.

"can we start over?" by breeeliss (10k)

Gideon needs a tutor. Harrow needs someone to get her out of college gym class. All in all, a pretty straightforward arrangement to make with your ex.

"Dark Mode Enabled" by senseoftheday (12k)

Tech Company AU in which a certain Sales bro with no filter decides to ruin Harrow's life (and feature roadmap) by initiating the cross-functional project from hell. At least, Gideon has the decency to work remotely, and Harrow's new office crush makes some pretty great coffee.

"deconsecrated graves" by emotionsandphenomena (4k)

Gideon and Harrow got out of the cult they were raised in. Okay, what's next?

"settle up in heaven" by liesmyth (3k) ♥︎

“Isn’t this arrogance, Harrow?” Kiriona says. “Think you could fix what God couldn’t?”

"Quoth the Maiden" by Sarsaparilla (10.9k)

The bold outlaws Nova Hawk and Gideon meet for the first time on a narrow log-bridge. But is it really their first meeting? Or: what if Robin Hood and Little John were both lesbians?

"twice in a blue moon" by sinshine (8.7k) ♥︎

Gideon snapped out of her depressing reverie and blinked at her. "That's a really good idea." "Obviously," said Harrow, and it was only a little bit condescending. "Step one, sneak out of the party. Step two, acquire the necessary items at a store. Step three–" Harrow gestured vaguely at the deer in Gideon's hands– "And step four, profit." [G&H rush to fix a smashed snow globe that Dulcinea made so that Cam doesn't kill them before the clock strikes midnight at their NYE party. The fact that Gideon is back in her hometown after a long time away and she and Harrow have unresolved romantic tension is secondary and definitely won't be a problem.]

"It Came From Planet Slut" by LockedTombMemes (8k)

Well. Evidently going undercover to an Idan society fling in order to deliver a message to a high-profile BoE agent was a tits-out kind of look.

"Apostate's Yuletide" by sinshine (12.6k)♥︎

Gideon raised one eyebrow comically high. She smiled easily, erasing any hint of the anxiety that Harrow might have sensed. "What's with all the questions today?" Harrow huffed indignantly and fidgeted with the blanket draped across her lap, worrying the frayed hem with her fingers. "I thought your ego would appreciate the interest." "Yeah, but it's weird coming from you. I'm used to you monologuing, not playing twenty questions." "Perhaps it's a Christmas miracle," suggested Harrow, with an expression so absolutely devoid of joy that Gideon couldn't help but laugh. [Harrow and Gideon burn down a church on Xmas.]

"when it's over" by Adertily (2.5k)

Harrowhark had sworn to herself to live to see the girl in the locked tomb awaken. Alecto has risen. Now God is dead, along with everyone who had ever been dear to her - and Gideon has returned as a distorted creature. The war is over. Harrow wishes she could be too. Or: A character study based on Harrow's suicidal ideation and Gideon's determination to never run anywhere unless she absolutely has to.

"Supernova Bloom!" by sinshine (13k)

"It's just for a week, and then you never have to see me again," said Gideon. "I don't have time to find anyone else." And, "Please." Slowly, Harrow took her hand off the door and cautiously turned around. Gideon watched a dozen unspoken questions flicker across her face. She voiced none of them, but eventually settled on an expression of grim resignation. "I suppose I could suffer you for a week." [Gideon needs help getting her new flower shop ready for the grand opening. Harrow needs cash.]

"I still need your teeth around my organs" by sinshine (7.8k)

Although she was a beloved Daughter and a talented necromancer, Gideon's greatest vice was that she dearly loved to fuck around and find out. Knowing this, perhaps it shouldn't have been as shocking when she lifted one of Nova's hands, flipped it over, and kissed her palm. [4 times Gideon kisses Harrow, 1 time Harrow kisses Gideon]

"cuckoo, cuckoo" by sashawire (1.2k)

What Wake gives it is not a name. To do so would be a moronic, unnecessary cruelty. But she does deign to give it the microscopic dignity of a title, a goal, a purpose. Bomb. Eighteen years later, in the rubble of a once-sacred home, Harrowhark Nonagesimus reaches up and touches Gideon Nav’s grit-covered, blood-rimed face, splits a laugh like the world is ending, and calls her “flower.” * Six times God's unwanted daughter was nicknamed, and once she wasn't.

"my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear" by sashawire (<1k) ♥︎

Gideon chomps into her tongue as hard as she can convince herself, stifling a very dignified squawk. Her eyes water, Emperor’s left tit that fucking hurts, but—it works. Blood weeps from the bite marks, creeping down the back of her throat, up into her nasal cavity, staining her teeth. Okay. She has blood in her mouth. Blood that, somehow, needs to get into Harrow’s mouth. * Step #6: Consume the flesh.

"fifteen percent concentrated power of will" by surreptitiously (9k)

Teaching someone to do a push-up is a love language, when that person is very annoying.

"GHAZAL WHERE I'M BEGGING YOU TO TOUCH ME" by igneousbitch (12k)

You had your body and I had mine, and it was a miracle. Your hands against my face were a miracle. The rest of your meat attached to your hands was a prayer answered and a promise broken, but we were flush and gasping and alive, and Harrow—I really thought you might’ve kissed me then. But I felt it happen. The way your breath suddenly stilled, and your body locked up beneath mine, remembering. How with splintering gentleness, you pushed me away. “I’m so sorry,” was the second thing you said upon waking. The first thing had been my name. Stranded in a safehouse on an Edenite moon, Gideon and Harrow try to put themselves back together.

"catch you on the flip side, sugar lips" by corpsesoldier (4.9k)

Maybe if Harrow's brain runs enough scenarios, she'll find a way to keep what she's lost.

"hand to heart, I swear" by corpsesoldier (5k)

Gideon has a broken heart, and there's only one necromancer who can fix it.

Medium (15-30k)

"If you're doing it right you'll break their ribs" by almostnectarine (22.4k)

"How do you know Nonagesimus has gone somewhere dangerous?" asked Isaac. "Have you wired some kind of alert system?" "It's, uh. It's on the schedule," said Gideon. "I just... forgot. Because of the bread." Nobody was convinced by this, least of all Gideon. "It's a Ninth House thing," Gideon went on, backing away with increasing desperation. This was a slightly more plausible explanation, if only because nobody wanted to look too closely at what fell under the awful skeletal-ribbed and rotting umbrella of Ninth House things. "Gotta go—!" And she was out the door, gone. But it wasn't a Ninth House thing, except inasmuch as it was happening to the only two representatives of the noble and decrepit Ninth House on this quite literally godforsaken rock. Gideon knew Harrow had gone somewhere dangerous—knew that Harrow was back in the lab where they had only just completed a horrible trial—because she could see it, clear as day: an awful overlay on her vision of that terrible dangerous room and a pair of terrible dangerous hands drawing some kind of ward next to the plinth. The hands were definitely Harrow's. This was definitely a problem.

"If Home Is Where the Heart Is (Then We're All Just Fucked)" by JeanLuciferGohard (17k) ♥︎

When Gideon Nav gets a call that her ex-girlfriend, who never bothered to change her designated emergency contact, is in the hospital, she goes against her better judgement and responds. Everything after that just gets more complicated.

"blue gray green lavender" by smolranger (29k) ♥︎

Laser Radial sailor Gideon Nav just wants pass her classes, win a few regattas, and keep her head down. FJ sailor Harrowhark Nonagesimus has grand plans to qualify for the Olympics, preserve her parent's legacy, and save her home town. Despite the ties binding them together, the two have kept their college lives carefully separate for two years. But when Harrow's helm, Ortus, suffers a concussion mid-way through the fall season, their carefully separated lives collide. Harrow needs someone capable of taking Ortus' place for the remainder of the season or her Olympic dreams — and Canaan College's entire sail team — are in peril. And Gideon is her only option.

"Daughters of Hungry Ghosts" by zoicite (24k)

Harrow and Gideon and times they have (and also have not) shared a bed over the years.

"Disney World, Florida" by softieghost (24.6k) [Part 2 of "Holy Cross, Alaska"]

After the events of Alaska, Harrow thanks Gideon the only way she knows how: devotion. -- Chapter 3: The journey concludes. More confessions.

"we've got a good thing goin' " by sinshine (14.6k) ♥︎

“Not to sound ungrateful, but being here makes me wish that you had left me for dead,” said Harrow. Gideon had been staring hard at the face of the fountain’s statue. She was pretty sure that it was carved in the likeness of Naberius himself, but she didn’t want to say it out loud and make it true. She shook her head and turned to Harrow. “Leaving me to live out eternity in your bony sock puppet of a body? Hard pass.” Palamedes and Camilla shared a look. It was the mutual understanding of two people who had been trapped in close quarters with the bickering of Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus for far too long. [Team 69 hide out in Babs's vacation home. Because it's not like he's using it anyway.]

"Cake by the Ocean" by zoicite (15k)♥︎

Okay, so the thing was, Gideon had always been shit at plans. She knew that. Everyone knew that, but this--she really didn’t think it would be this hard! Gideon’s voice was like the least memorable thing about her. Bargaining her voice for a well-shaped set of human legs--that really should have worked in her favor.

"careful fear and (un)dead devotion" by sinshine (23k)

[Gideon and Harrow wake up back in their own bodies but both of them are missing large parts of their memory. Camilla tries not to kill everyone.]

"who ya gonna call?" by igneousbitch (24k)

“Fret not, honeybun.” Gideon shook her red hair out of her eyes, belligerent. “I’m not totally sold on your whole skepticism thing.” “Well,” Harrow said, ignoring the nickname. She turned to the rest of the room, clearing her throat politely before addressing the empty air. “Ghosts, if you’re real, give us a sign. Make a noise. Move something. Send a shiver down our backs. Whisper softly into Nav’s left ear—” “I seriously fucking hate you.” - (Casual sex and paranormal investigation. Not necessarily in that order.) (or: the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU in which Gideon is ready to fight a ghost, and Harrow just wants to be haunted.)

Long(>30k):

"Beneath a Blue and Foreign Sky" by zoicite (35k)

Harrow has a decision to make.

"A Heart Full Of Sutures" by Rohad (40k)

All Gideon wanted was to get outside and ride her motorcycle. No part of that plan had included eight weeks in Canaan Medical Center with a broken Pelvis and the meanest little doctor this side of the eastern seabord.

"Midnight at the Mithraeum" by zoicite (66k) ♥︎

It'd been two years since Gideon Nav gathered her wine key and her gaming license and escaped The Locked Tomb, a speakeasy-style cocktail bar managed by the hateful Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Now, dealing tables at The Mithraeum Hotel & Casino, things were really looking up. So when Gideon scored a date with the most beautiful showgirl in the Gilded Halls of Ida, the last thing she expected was to wake up married to her old nemesis and former coworker. The story starts the night of Gideon's date and alternates between the events leading up to the wedding and the weeks that follow as Gideon tries to navigate life married to someone who claims to want nothing more than to forget she exists.

"Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea" by pipistrelle (90k)

Being the journal of Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus, chronicling the journey of the Emperor's warship Cenotaph on its hunt to slay an immortal Resurrection Beast. Or: the Moby Dick crossover AU that nobody asked for.

"The Darkest Night, The Brightest Light" by eternaleponine (50k)

Harrowhark has known for a long time that her home's financial situation is dire, and not getting better. She has plans to fix it all, but can't implement them until she turns eighteen in a few months. When her parents announce that the best (perhaps only) way to save Drearburh is to marry off its heir, Harrow realizes the timeline has changed and she needs to take action now to save her home... and herself. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all. Enter Gideon Nav. Detested foe, and Harrow's only hope.

"putting your fist through a thick sheet of glass (i know you don't want to)" by oretsev (46k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav have always been at each other’s throats, and the animosity has only intensified since the death of Harrow’s parents. But when a car accident leaves Gideon without any memories of her past, Harrow sees a chance at the clean slate she’s wanted for years. Becoming involved in Gideon’s recovery assuages some of the guilt, but as she and Gideon become closer and increasingly involved in each other's lives, Harrow worries that some of her secrets may be more than she can atone for.

Ongoing:

"semi-charmed kinda life" by strangedelight (182k+) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Gideon asked questions. Harrow surprised her with answers. They reached an agreement; they decided to be smart, to be patient. Gideon made a promise, Harrow gave her one in return. Wait and see. OR the year is 1994, and Gideon and Harrow leave their small town for life in the city. OR team 69 roommates au only this time it's the 90s

"Intern the Sixth" by apocalypticTaco (33k+)

ADDRESSING THE HEIR TO THE NINTH HOUSE, OR PRESUMED EQUIVALENT: PALAMEDES SEXTUS, HEIR TO THE SIXTH HOUSE, PRESENTS HIS COMPLIMENTS TO THE NINTH AND REQUESTS A FORMAL ARRANGEMENT WHEREIN HIS MASTER WARDEN AND CAVALIER APPRENTICESHIP UNDER THE NINTH FOR FOUR YEARS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SIXTH’S SERVICES. *Details to be discussed. Please turn to back page. Timeframe variable. Services and agreements variable upon the Ninth's request. An internship of this caliber is highly unprecedented and likely unheard of, but any information valuable to the Ninth and into the Tomb will remain undisclosed upon request; Primary experience and study is required as the Master Warden has already decided upon such being his final thesis prior to his end studies. No takebacks, no denials. Pleased to meet you. Palamedes Sextus, Heir to the Sixth and Master Warden and Camilla the Sixth, Cavalier Primary and Warden's Hand of the Library

TO THE MASTER WARDEN: FORMALLY REJECTED.

"What's Eating Gideon Nav?" by labyrinthineRetribution (40k+)

After a miserable fifteen years at Blessed Saint Anastasia's School for Girls, Gideon's luck finally changes.

"We Have Always Lived in the Apartment" by labyrinthineRetribution (171k+)

John looks up from his Jack and Coke in drunken curiosity. "What's with the face, Harrowhark?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Contrary to popular belief," Gideon butts in, "her face just fuckin' looks like that, bitch." She tends to use "bitch" as liberally as commas when off her ass. "You're piss drunk," you shoot back. "And you, my good bitch, are just as contemptible as the day you clawed your way up from Hell." - It is Harrowhark Nonagesimus' birthday, and it only gets worse from there.

PWP (basically):

"I'll hold in these hands all that remains" by corvidlesbian (6.5k) ♥︎

“Do you want me to try?” Gideon said. “What?” “You got all hot and bothered without me trying. Do you want me to try?” Their newfound habit of cuddling gets interesting.

"sting of a wasp" by brightbolt, imperfectlyctor (42k) ♥︎

"You’re a virgin,” Gideon said, testing it out. "Huh." Harrow didn’t like the sound of that huh. She knew Gideon’s noises, and that was a thoughtful, sinister huh. That was the same huh she’d made before putting canned tuna in Crux’s work boots. Her eyes narrowed. “What.” Gideon cocked her head to the side. “Is there a reason you’re waiting?” There was no judgement in the question— only genuine curiosity. Perhaps it was this that made Harrow more inclined to answer. “I don’t have the time to look for someone new,” She shrugged. “And my available pool is… somewhat limited.” “Well,” Gideon said, with just a hint of conspiracy in those glittering golden eyes. “If you ever want to change that, you have my number.” What? What? Harrow blinked. “What?” Or: the five times Gideon and Harrow successfully bone, and the one time they don't.

"Suckle, Honey" by zoicite (7.9k)

“You crave my juice,” Gideon accused. “I do not crave your juice.” “Fuck, you do though. You went off to explore that study alone, without your cavalier, using a key that I nearly gave my life for, and then you snorted some powder that made you crave my juice! Harrow. I never would have let you sniff powder from a ten thousand year old jar.” This was untrue--Gideon probably wouldn’t have noticed Harrow breathing in a puff of jar powder until it was too late--but it sounded like something Camilla Hect might say, so Gideon went with it anyway. Camilla definitely would have stopped Palamedes from accidentally sniffing old as fuck Eighth House jarred juice addiction powder.

"Five Times We Hatefucked and One Time We Didn't" by rnanqo (8k)

“Fuck you,” you said. “Fuck me yourself, you coward.” You ran a hand through my hair, fisted it, and pulled my head up. From here I had a spectacular view of your weird blown-out seething expression, like I was the worst thing you’d ever seen. Also a view up your blood-crusted nostrils. Choice. “Maybe I will, Griddle,” you said. “Maybe I will stop fucking you over and start fucking you." Gideon and Harrow realize, abruptly, that their hatefucking is no longer hatefucking.

"a call to motion" by groundedsaucer (coasterchild) (10k) ♥︎

Harrow and Gideon watch a porno.

"put her canine teeth in the side of my neck" by stranded_star (8.8k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is getting a PhD and a divorce. Against her better judgment, she goes out to the bar to celebrate and meets an incorrigible, absolutely ripped salt-and-paprika butch who takes her home and gives it to her good. To her horror, it's the best night of her life, and she sneaks home with her tail between her legs. Harrow has more important things to worry about - like raising her daughter and building the next stages of her career. But when her daughter's favorite teacher, someone named Griddle, turns about to be the Gideon she met at the bar, she's forced to contend with allowing herself (and her daughter) to find the happy ending she never thought they'd have. Featuring MILF!Harrow, Teacher!Gideon, and a very amused Camilla Hect.

"The Wound That Swallows" by seelieunseelie (7.8k)

Harrow can make out an uncomfortable amount of detail about Gideon’s body beneath. Powerful, strong as ever, yet somehow vulnerable for its supplication below Harrow’s. “Are we gonna get this over with?” Gideon says in a voice softly scratchy. She blushes then when Harrow sits on the edge of the bed. “It will hurt,” Harrow says. “Yeah,” Gideon says. “I think I can handle it.”

#holy shit this is way longer than i thought it would be #uhm i literally gave myself a headache i sat here for like 3 hours doing this #that being said if you have any fic recs lmk LOL #griddlehark #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #tlt fic #tlt fanfiction #griddlehark fanfic #rec #long post

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Wriothesley reacting to you telling him you’re pregnant

warning: a little suggestive but otherwise extremely sweet because he is a silly man with a big heart in my eyes

note: I will keep this one part with him only but AHHH I’m planning on doing some of the other boys in the near future because hughshhsh

Wriothesley

You decide to bring the fortunate news at the most random moment ever.

There you are, enjoying some tea in silence during his afternoon break whilst both your favorite artist plays in the background making the best atmosphere for a regular afternoon.

Truthfully, you figured the news not too long ago but right when you found out, you thought of how you should inform him. Wrio loves children from the bottom of his heart and does anything in his power to assure their safety and well being and that alone causes you to melt at the simplest thought of telling him that he himself is going to be a father. But how should you tell him???

He deserves to fibf out in a big way but at the same time, can you really resist keeping your lips shut???

To sum up, you can’t, not with the tensed look he is flashing you. Is he able to read the air and notice you are pondering really hard?

“Something on your mind, darling?” He asks, genuinely curious, but when you take longer than usual to respond his expression turns into one of worry. Still, he is so sweet and just assumes you might have a little difficulty with telling him what’s bothering you so he gives you the time.

But his icy eyes and the awkward silence consume you so much that you sigh and just stare at him for a little longer. You need to figure how you’re gonna word all that and it’s okay, he doesn’t mind it although it’s eating at him.

“There is something I should tell you.” You finally utter whilst holding back your breath for the big announcement you’re about to make. However, he mistakes your enthusiasm and excitement for worry and anxiety.

“Come on, tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it. Anything it is, just say it and it’s done. ” He insists and lifts himself from the chair just to cut the corner of the desk so he can kneel before you to bring a sense of comfort within you. He even holds your hand and stares deeply into your eyes and dear god, the tint of wonder mixed with concern in his eyes is killing you.

You gulp and take a big breath before unleashing the news. “You know… remember when I told you back then that you’d make a great father? When you took care of that lost child?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He doesn’t catch the hint but only because his priority is your current mental wellbeing that he has to ensure is fine.

“What if I told you that you WILL be a great father?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you give him the brightest, the most radiant smile that he has ever laid his eyes on, and even with that he can’t figure what you’re referencing.

He remains unresponsive for a second and soon enough, the digits begin to add up. He is going to be… a father?? Is that what you meant??? He has to make sure he’s not getting the wrong idea.

“y/n.” He murmurs, sounding all soft and quiet while his eyebrows raise. His eyes begin traversing your whole face and it’s looking a bit more intense than he probably intended.

“Wrio.” You repeat after him, just waiting for him to say it himself.

“Am I going to be one?” Those words barely slip his throat, they sound almost stuttered, as if he was holding back tears perhaps? His heart races the more he processes this possible information.

you don’t give him a straight answer but lower your head to your belly and place gentle rubs against the lower of your stomach, occasionally flashing him glimpses of your eyes.

His eyes follow your motions and he is utterly unable to take his eyes off you. He allows for the silence to settle once more and instead firmly places his wide hand against yours so he could feel your touch, and where the baby will be. You notice a gentle smile paint his face, and with each second it seems to be widening more and more.

That’s your favorite side of him to see and it’s fine, he doesn’t need to say anything more, his gesture is just enough to show you how content he is right now.

However, as soon as both your eyes lock back onto each other, he leans in to melt a kiss against your partly open lips. Now that he’s much closer, you can hear his heavy breathing growing steadied. Then, you feel his hand slowly creep closer to your lower back and within a few seconds, he begins pushing you closer toward him. His other hand finds your thighs as a resting spot. His fingers tug at your skin but different than usual, it’s rather a gentle grip that still pushes you to make some noises that are music to his ears.

Shortly after, he parts away from you. “God, the way you’ll look so stunning.” He mouths softly and immediately eyes your belly again.

He can’t lie to himself but feel a little worried about how he’ll handle a child. Not that it’ll be a hard thing to do, but… will he be a good one? Will he be up to his own standards and be the father he never had but yearned so deeply for? Will he take good care of you? Is he worthy of such a blessing in his life? And most importantly, will you still consider him worthy of being a father afterwards? You know, definitely not because he wants more than one child.

#wriothesley #wrio x reader #pregnancy #genshin imagines #genshin impact #fluff #wrio fluff #wriothesley fluff #i’m dying #of love #lovey dovey shit

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joohanisms · 8 months

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who in xh do you think has a corruption kink?

OMG ........... they got shorter towards the least likely members but i hope you enjoy either way!!!!

xdh + corruption kinks 💭💫

cw: corruption kink, mention of religion, caught watching porn, penetrative sex, possessive tones, loss of virginity, training (what is that even called???)

most likely

gunil

i have NEVER!!!!! seen a church guy without a corruption kink. sex before marriage and all that – as le sserafim said, i wish for what's forbidden <3

he wants to ruin you AND have you ruin him. LET'S SAY you're both virgins.

fine your first time would be sickly sweet, all 🥺 and 🥰, the softest most vanilla making love missionary sex you've ever seen

but the next time – after the guilt of ""betraying god"" goes away – he fucks you, legs in the air and all.

and he gets off sooooo much to the idea that both of you have become tainted; that both of you took that step together, that you'll be forever bonded by this. that somehow, you'll always belong to each other. your souls were painted red at the same time and that's not something you can just forget. you were the one to bring him down from heaven but also give heaven to him, and vice-versa.

this thought is always on the back of his mind whenever you have sex, and it always turns him on.

jiseok

tell me he wouldn't get SO HARD at the idea of introducing you to kinky shit.

you guys have been having vanilla sex – which isn't wrong or bad or boring at all – until you catch him jerking off to a video on his phone.

he's obviously burning red with shame, thinking you'll jump to conclusions and think he's jerking off to kinky videos on twitter because you haven't been satisfying him (which is a lie. you very much satisfy him. he just came across a hot video and got lost in the moment).

but the only thing you can think about is how the girl on his phone screen is doing the NASTIEST shit to her partner.

"jiseok, what are you watching?" you sit beside him, and he starts pulling his underwear up to stall.

"i can explain, baby. i just saw this on my–"

"what are you watching. explain it to me." it sounds more like an order, and his dick twitches in his boxers.

"it's just, um, a kinky video." reluctantly, he turns the screen towards you, watching your shiny eyes scan the video. you look up at him, with genuine innocence in your expression, and his cock twitches again.

"have you done this before?" he nods. "how does it feel?"

he's done for. he'll have to tell you, to show you, how good it is to explore, to figure out what you like.

don't be surprised if his way of introducing you to kink is by doing everything with you (consensually and with a safeword, of course). making you less innocent, corrupted, by the day.

seungmin

we all know seungmin is freaky.

and that extends to corruption kinks.

they're not his favorite, but he does really like to feel how you're slowly becoming as freaky as him.

every time you do something new, something different, he's reminded that he is the one to introduce you to it. he is making you freakier, dirtier, kinkier, and it's alllll his fault. he loves it.

if you were a virgin by the time you started dating him, he would get a little hard when he was reminded that you're pure and innocent and he's going to take it all away.

same as gunil, your first time would be softer – he doesn't want to hurt you or scare you away – but the next time you fuck (which could very easily be the morning after LMAO) he's going rough on you. fucking all that purity away.

you're not a good girl anymore, and it's his task to make you worse by the second ❤️

also, i'm a firm believer that he loves lingerie and other visual aspects of sex soooo if he comes home and you're sitting on the bed, on your knees, with a white lingerie set – something angel themed, even – you better be aware that not only it stays on during sex, he's also going to ruin the lace by cumming all over it.

jungsu

now, jungsu goes a little bit insane when you're having sex for the first time and you look up to him from between his legs and goes "it's not going to fit."

first of all, a delicious stroke to his ego

second of all, he knows you don't have much experience – you're not a virgin, but you're not the ceo of sex either. which means–

"i've never had anyone this big before."

fuck. he wants to rearrange your guts. fuck you so hard you think you'll split in half. fuck you so deep with his big cock your walls will remember its shape forever.

he settles on a "it will fit, baby. if you can't take it today, we'll try again some other time." with a caress to your hair.

(spoiler: it didn't actually fit. even after two orgasms his mouth generously gave you.)

and that's how training came up.

so jungsu is 1) too fucking big for your pussy 2) working you up to take his size and 3) being the one to stretch you out nice and loose.

you're so angelic, such a good girl – and here he is, making you bounce on a dildo that's slightly smaller than him, praising you for "how good you're taking it", "his cock will be next", and "you'll be able to take it in no time".

he's literally making your cunt loose and sloppy, only for him – and he's the only one who ever had to train you to take his cock.

it kinda goes away after that, though. he'll always feel a little hot when he's reminded of your training era but he doesn't care/doesn't have much interest in any other aspect of the corruption kink

jooyeon

he doesn't mind it, most of the time. it doesn't do much for him, but if you get off to it he'll make an effort to whisper some nasty shit in your ear while you take him missionary style

(which is a surprising position; he ALWAYS favors having you on top)

"not as much of a good girl anymore, yeah? couldn't resist me?"

"it's okay. your innocence was never going to last anyway. i was always meant to take it away."

"this white lingerie makes you look so dainty, so pretty. innocent. too bad you can't be that as long as i'm with you."

hyeongjun

look, it's not that he Doesn't like it. he's more about the marking aspect, the possessive aspect.

he's not corrupting you. he's making you His.

in a way, you were already corrupted when you started dating him – he's just staking his claim.

something along the lines of "from now on, i'm the only one who's taking advantage of your corrupted state", if that even makes sense.

least likely

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myrachondria · 10 months

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It Will Always Be You

(Ominis Gaunt x f!OC, Sebastian Sallow x f!MC)

◇my bookcase!◇

summary | This short story takes place 10 years after the events of fifth year. Our silver trio + Natty have become aurors and are celebrating their most recent bust of a poacher ring. Ominis has had too much to drink and Sebastian notices something is wrong.

warnings | angst

notes | I decided to give Ominis' nose a little backstory thanks to @cuffmeinblack and @deathlysallows post 🫶🏻

word count | 1K

Ten years had flown by since the dramatic events of their fifth year. Sebastian, Ominis, Natty, and MC had all become skilled aurors, working together as a tight-knit team. Their unwavering determination had led them on a year-long pursuit of a notorious poacher ring, tirelessly following their every lead. Finally, the breakthrough they had been waiting for arrived, and they successfully apprehended the criminals responsible. The joy of their triumph was palpable as they gathered at The Three Broomsticks, a popular establishment buzzing with the presence of their fellow colleagues and old Hogwarts friends. Laughter and merriment filled the air, breathing life into the cozy inn.

Sebastian's excitement was so overwhelming that not even Leander, could dampen his spirits. Bursting with excitement, he raised his voice above the cheerful din, declaring, "Another round of Firewhiskey, my treat!" The exclamation earned him a resounding cheer from the jubilant crowd. Turning his attention to his beloved wife, MC, he gently cupped her face in his hands, his eyes gleaming with pride and contentment. Planting a tender kiss on her lips, he conveyed his ecstasy at the success of their operation.

Yet, amidst the revelry, Sebastian's keen observance noted an absence within their circle. His gaze wandered until it settled on Ominis, seated in a dim corner of the room, his grasp tightly around a glass of Firewhiskey. Something was unmistakably amiss. Ominis, unlike the rest, wore a somber expression, his head resting wearily on the table. The glow of celebration eluded him, casting a shadow over his spirit.

"I'll be right back," Sebastian whispered to MC, who nodded and continued her lively conversation with Natty and Poppy. Determined, he approached Ominis, who, alert to his presence, hurriedly wiped his face before Sebastian reached him. The telltale signs of redness in Ominis' eyes and nose didn't escape Sebastian's notice. Pressing gently, he encouraged Ominis to share his burden.

With a heavy heart, Ominis finally let his guard down and revealed his innermost turmoil. "There's only ever been one girl I truly loved," he confessed, his voice tinged with sadness. "It happened when we were so young, that summer before our fifth year. My family owned a summer house just south of Bulgaria, and her family lived nearby. We spent every single day together, talking about our dreams, our future after school, and even sharing our favorite books. She was a kind and gentle soul, and I eagerly looked forward to each moment we spent together."

Pausing briefly, Ominis recounted a poignant memory. "One evening, as we lay on the grass and conversed, she painted a vivid picture of the stars for me. We were tired, and our exhaustion overtook us, causing us to drift into slumber on the ground. The next morning, her father discovered us and unjustly accused me of taking advantage of her. It didn't matter that we were just fifteen, our minds innocent and untainted by such thoughts. We had only ever held hands, and once she allowed me to touch her face, simply so I could memorize her features.

As Ominis shared his heartbreaking tale, the weight of his words hung in the air, creating a somber atmosphere. "When her father discovered what had happened, he immediately informed her older brother," Ominis explained, his voice tinged with pain. "He confronted me and delivered a brutal blow to my nose, breaking it. He wouldn't even listen to my side of the story. The incident caused a massive rift within her family, nearly tearing them apart."

Ominis paused, his voice trembling slightly as he sniffled and cleared his throat. "Her father was livid, particularly because he had already arranged her marriage to someone else, the son of a family friend. This suitor was a few years older than us. Her father made it clear that he would never allow his precious daughter to be wed to a vulnerable, blind weakling like me." Ominis's voice wavered as he recounted the painful memory.

"It wasn't an unreasonable statement, I suppose," Ominis continued, his eyes closing briefly. "But at the time, I was only fifteen, while the chosen suitor was eighteen. We dueled, and as you can guess, he easily overpowered me. I was beaten so severely that I had to spend a week recovering in St. Mungo's. It was a brutal experience. The last thing I heard before being taken away was her tearful cries. I had shattered her heart. She was so profoundly sad…

"It was over, but I refused to accept it. Throughout our fifth year, I vowed that the following summer, I would return and set things right. I would become her prince, and she, my princess."

His voice grew tremulous, revealing the depth of his emotions. "She was extraordinary—brilliant and breathtakingly beautiful. She could speak numerous languages, and together we would recline in the fields as she read enchanting stories to me. Her presence radiated warmth, endearing her to everyone around her. And yet... because of me, she cried. Because of me, she retreated from the world, withdrawing from the company of others." Ominis' voice cracked, tears threatening to spill anew, and Sebastian couldn't help but reach out, enveloping Ominis in a comforting embrace.

Sebastian reached across and enveloped Ominis in a tight, comforting embrace, offering solace in his presence. Ominis clung to Sebastian, returning the embrace with a trembling grip, struggling to continue his narrative. With a heavy sigh, he mustered the strength to speak. "I hope she's alright. I hope she's found some semblance of happiness," he whispered, his eyes glistening with moisture once more. "I know it's selfish, but deep down, a part of me hopes she never went through with that marriage. Against all odds, I hope she's still waiting for me... I realize it's an unrealistic desire," he confessed, wiping away his tear-streaked face.

Once again, Ominis covered his face with his hands, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Sebastian watched him intently for a few moments before breaking the silence. "What was her name?" he asked softly.

Ominis lowered his hands, taken aback by the unexpected question. "W-what?" he stuttered, his voice trembling.

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with determination. "Let's go find her," he declared, offering a glimmer of hope to Ominis in his darkest hour.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x you #sebastian sallow #ominis #sebastian sallow x f #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #natty onai #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #leander prewett #sebastian sallow x you #ominis gaunt x reader

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years

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Mystic Messenger 6th Anniversary

I woke up a little late today so you can imagine my surprise when the photo was already out and people were posting it out in the open. However, I had to take a few minutes to collect myself and cry after I saw the photo because it struck me so quickly and hard that my heart couldn’t help but weep. Happy Six Years, RFA. I’m happy to be here with you. Let’s get into it and have our breakdown together for the day.

Now, if you pay close attention to the background of the photo, you’ll notice that there’s CGs from every route. Every character has a portrait on the wall that is a reflection of their relationship with MC. The only photo that isn’t actually clear to me on the wall is the photo from Yoosung’s Route. I can see the outline of that frame but I don’t have enough detail to guess what photo they wanted to use for him. I’ve been hunting the clearest photo I can find of this title screen but this is the only one that’s clear to me enough to reveal details.

I’m doing my best over here since it just came out! Hopefully, we’ll get clearer photos as the day progresses. You don’t know how badly I need to change my icon to this photo. You don’t even know. Anyway, I’ll show you photos that are used in the background if you’re not able to see them! There’s a mixture of the birthday photos and route photos.

So, yes, there’s photos for each member of the RFA on the wall. It’s reflective of the time we’ve spent with them over the past six years. I think this is going to be one of my favorite CGs ever because it contains everyone and it’s a homage to every moment we’ve had with them. Some of the are impactful and others are a piece of love that cannot be contained in mere words.

The love Jumin feelings for you on his birthday because you’re the greatest gift he’s ever received and he will never be ungrateful for your love. The adoration in Jaehee’s eyes as she’s able to realize she’s finally got someone by her side who will never stop trying to support her dreams. The relief on Zen’s face when he’s certain that you love him for who he is on the inside and he will never fear being misunderstood ever again.

The love in Saeran’s eyes and arms as he holds you tightly, knowing that his love for you is eternal as a rose, and he’ll never be sad after knowing your love. The peace in Saeyoung’s expression as he looks to you like you’re his north star and the way for him to find home. The peaceful look on Jihyun’s face as he’s so caught up in the reality that he’s no longer chained by his demons, instead, he’s with you where his heart feels fonder.

Yoosung’s isn’t visible, but I’m certain that they’ve used this photo from his Route where his bravery and determination to be there for you like you’ve been there for him is reflected by a sincere kiss only he can give. I don’t know if that’s what it would be but I feel like this is a good reflection of Yoosung and it’s what I would choose.

The only painting left on the wall is Rika. I was curious how they were going to include Rika in this photo since they usually want to avoid the connection, but this is definitely one way to get her into the photo and not have it be obvious to players what’s actually going on. The implicated of her in this painting does do enough to make me believe this is meant to be a mesh of Mint Eye and RFA to the letter. Cheritz said so themselves.

That’s how I know this photo includes Ray instead of GE Saeran. It’s meant to imply the Routes that you can play in this game. This is the first time in forever that I’ve had a photo of Ray and I’m getting really emotional about seeing him again. I love all the Ray’s and Saeran’s, but everyone knows that my love for Ray is the strongest.

I can say that I truly love the way that this artist draws Rika because her hair is one of her most defining character traits. The add volume, texture, and highlights in such a way that it makes Rika look ethereal. That’s the way she’s meant to be whenever you look at her before you know what’s going on. I can see this as one of the paintings in Mint Eye’s hallways as homage to the Savior that people love and adore as their martyr.

That necklace she’s wearing? Chef’s kiss. It looks like the sun.

I knew the Casual Routes would be together in this photo. I got it mixed up since Jaehee and Zen are on the opposite side but that’s got a lot to do with the way it is drawn. The lighting is normally how I can gauge what’s going on in the photo! I can’t tell in some of these photos because they dim the lighting just enough so it becomes a heroic feat to gauge where Zen and Saeran are. Their hair can be so hard to find. Zen reminds me of his outfit where he played Zoro!

I think it’s that mask that’s doing it. Yeah, it’s definitely the mask that’s doing it for me. Yoosung is really adorable in this photo. I love that they went for something charmingly boyish. His eyes are just... God, he’s looking at you like a love struck puppy. Sorry, Yoosung. I think you’re great but sometimes you’ve just got those puppy vibes that don’t go away. You love that MC, don’t you?

Jaehee’s got it all today, though. Her butterfly mask? The implication that she went through what we know as a metamorphosis to become her dazzling self? You don’t even know. She’s smiling here because she knows you’re his closest friend and partner. I also have to note that Jaehee’s mask looks a lot like the one we see on Rika.

It’s been forever and a day since I’ve seen Jihyun and Jumin standing side by side. I’ve missed that. I miss seeing them together in any capacity, not going to lie about that one. That silly hat that V’s got on? Yeah, that’s very fitting for him even though it’s got The Cask of Amontillado written all over it. I hope nobody’s going to lock him in a dungeon or anything. Haha. But, yeah, I love the way he looks here. It reminds me of the Sherlock outfit he had. Jumin, on the hand, is really doing it today, huh?

That stance? That pose? That aura? Yeah, we appreciate Jumin Han in this house. I love his natural smile. His hair here looks amazing. I have to give him credit for that. I actually love the tailored coat on him since those embellishments really make it pop against his color scheme. I honest to God can’t tell what the masks on Jumin or V are representative of but I think I need a clearer photo to figure it out.

Let me tell you I died when I saw my baby Ray. I died. I am deceased. He is so ominous and attractive. I know that’s Ray because that has to be Ray. I love him so much that I can’t even put it into words. He’s holding that blue rose... but he’s also hopeful. He’s looking at the player, at MC, and he’s hoping that you’ll come to find him tonight and let him whisk you away into a garden meant for you and he both. I will follow him to Hell, I will jump off a bridge, I will do anything he will ask me to do, My God.

I am.

GOD.

I LOVE HIM, YOUR HONOR.

It’s too blurry to know if that’s a flower or a gem. Give me time on that one, you guys.

I love his side-swept bangs so much. I love whenever they draw him like this, I will scream. If you heard screaming outside of your house it was probably the sound I made when I saw him earlier. That’s what we’re doing today, I guess. I will lose my mind again and again.

Although, when I look at the twins like this... I start to notice more and more why Saejoong said that Saeran favored his mother’s looks and Saeyoung leaned a bit more towards Saejoong. I think it’s the way artists decide to draw their eyes that makes me feel that way. There’s something subtle in that. I don’t know what it is exactly. Since, apart from their eyes, there’s not much you could see that will make you see them differently. They’re identical twins, after all.

Saeyoung... honey. You really rock that gothic Victorian aesthetic and I’m going to demand we see that more. I love everything about his outfit and the way he’s standing. He looks so happy to see you and he’s waving with a smile on his face as if to say, “Hey, MC! You’ve finally made it!” You know what stands out to me about Saeyoung? His mask has an hourglass.

Hell, Ray’s mask has the checkerboard pattern from the app that you’ve probably seen before. So, you know there’s a lot of little things in this that I’ve yet to see anyone to talk about since there’s so much information in this photo that you can hardly find everything to talk about! I’m sure I’ve missed plenty of things but I’m scanning this thing like it’s a map to my heart.

It’s been six years in this world since the RFA came into my life. I’m sure it’s the same for many of you no matter how long you’ve been here with us. I know y’all are thinking about how much it means to see every member in this photo and it has to make you reflect on your experiences with the RFA. I’m grateful for every moment that I’ve had with them because every day spent with them has made me feel like I’m learning how to be a better person and I’m slowly realizing how to achieve my goals just like they do in their routes.

I know we help them and save them... but... I can’t help but admit that they’ve saved me, too. I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for the RFA. I don’t like to think about that because the RFA has helped me to be where I am today and I don’t know if I would be as peaceful and content as I am if it wasn’t for them. I’m happy they’re in my life... and I’m never going to lose the connection I have to all of these characters no matter how far I go in life.

They mean everything to me.

I never want to forget that feeling.

There’s so many things that I could say after six years of being with these characters and the things they’ve done for me. But, I think that might just become overwhelmingly emotional for me. I can say this much about the members of the RFA. 2016 was the hardest year of my life by far. I lost so much around me at once without warning, and I was suffering in ways that I still struggle to put onto paper to this day. But, in the midst of that suffering, I discovered Mystic Messenger that August.

I played Zen’s Route first and I remember how he made me feel me feel seen after a lifetime of struggling to look in a mirror. I remember playing Yoosung’s Route after that... and I lost a family member that year, and I felt like Yoosung understood my pain and anger about a lot of that stuff. He helped me find some peace. I remember Jaehee’s Route and how she pushed herself into doing the things that were expected of her instead of following her dreams... and how I’d been trying to do that to myself. We both needed to wake up, huh?

I remember Jumin’s Route... feeling like the world misunderstood the way I saw things and how people never knew the real me. Jumin was kind but people didn’t ever seem to see the true him underneath the public image. He helped me feel a lot better about finding a small circle that mattered the most instead of thinking about what the world thought. I remember Saeyoung’s Route, too. I remember what it felt like to give up everything to save someone you love, and I knew his pain like it was mine, and helping him was a reminder to think about what you want just as much as what you want for others.

I remember Jihyun’s Route... how it feels to refuse help from everyone even if you know it’s wrong to do that. Sometimes, he and I have that in common, and it’s hard to remember that it’s okay to ask for help from people. I learned that through him and he learned that through me. We both needed that, I know that much.

I even learned a lot from Rika along the way about how you should always be willing to accept change and the future... if you don’t, you might lose yourself to the very feelings that you’re afraid of. Sometimes, I feel for her in ways that I’m sure most people don’t, but if anything, she’s a reminder to look out for yourself and find truth in yourself instead of the demons that haunt you.

And... Saeran.

Unknown. SE Saeran. Ray. Suit Saeran. GE Saeran.

They’ve been my interest from the start. Ever since I met Unknown the first time I got the Bad Ending in the Prologue, I knew there was something about him I’d never be able to get out of my head. I played Mystic Messenger hunting for him and searching for clues to tell me about him. I learned more and more the more time I spent with the RFA. I came to love him and identify with him the longer I’d played, and I still do.

I can’t put into words just how much Saeran Choi means to me as a person. I’m just another one of his fans. We all see something special in him and the others in this game. But, whenever I see him, it always feels like he’s speaking to me. I guess that’s silly. I know he’s not. But... his words deeply impacted my heart and my soul. He makes me feel safe and understood. I’m grateful for his words and his love.

His journey has kept me going all this time and it’ll keep me going for the rest of my life.

And, so, my dear followers and readers, I finish this post with the most touching part of the photo that most of you might not have noticed. We’re in the photo with the RFA. The fact that it’s Zen’s hand is what’s had me choked up all this time because he was my first route and it’s like he’s leading me to join the others all over again, and I can with certainty, say that I’d do it all again from the start without a moment of hesitation.

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ilysmjihyo · 1 year

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My Muse

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Sun rays caress their golden skin as if they were her lover; gentle, ever caring never once showing any hint of malice. Oh love if only you knew how much I adore you. Capturing you in every waking moment holding these memories so close for if I was to lose you my world would break in two. For an artist creating the most beautiful things the world has never seen is not an easy feat, especially if that something happens to be the love of your life. No matter how many times I’ve painted you it can never compare to the real thing.Lines dance across an ivory canvas, in tuned to the swaying of the brush like a waltz one two three, one two three making sure every detail is precise. The cosmos took their time creating you so I shall do the same replicating, but if I’m being honest no matter how accurate I am the real thing just doesn’t do my work justice. Not even Aphrodite herself could compete with you. When I say these sweet words to you and only you, know that my heart is full and true. You roll your eyes and throw you head back laughing brandishing that smile, that smile that makes me weak, knees buckling. If I wasn’t sitting down I would have fell over by now, but obviously I’ve already fallen for you and quite frankly I don’t ever want to come back up for air. Drowning in your energy is the best way to pass in my opinion and besides I’d find you in the next life we’d share together.

As I add more details I can see you become more restless as time passes “Y/n how much longer do I have to sit like this, you said it wouldn’t take long this time.” She says mild annoyance in her voice with a mixture of playfulness “It has to be perfect love, should I taint your beauty I’ll break my brushes in half.” Seriousness in my voice eyebrows furrowed. Granted I’ve done this many times by now mainly by bribing and a few sweet kisses here and there, but each time it has to be perfect for all I want is for you to see what I see and feel what I feel every time I look at you. You would scoff at me and say I’m biased that I’m supposed to say those things because I’m your lover, but gosh how wrong you are my love. I’m not the best when it comes to communicating my thoughts it’s kinda hard when you have the most ethereal person next to you. So I hope these paintings will suffice. “Do you remember the first time I said I love you”.? I ask to distract them. It wasn’t a question more so a statement being they couldn’t respond anyhow, instead their expression softened, eyes as endearing as always like stars are scattered within them. “It was after a month we had started dating, we went to our favorite spot, the park.” I say brushstrokes swiping defining every curve of their body that I know oh so well, it’s as if I’m hold them myself. “The sun was setting but neither one of us wanted to leave too immersed in our own comfort for one another.” My chest swelling with emotion, how could one person bring out such sickeningly sweet passion within me it’s almost profound. You would think they’d be tired of it by now, but as much as they make a face or sounds disgust it’s followed by their own passion for me as well and I gotta say it’s just as profound. I chuckle to myself at the thought though they’d kill me if I told anybody it would ‘ruin their image’ they’d say but I want everyone to know I’m yours and you are mine. “ I didn’t know what to do so I grabbed your hand, it felt like electricity coursed through my body. I was so shy back then hahaha I’m still shy even now.” Words flow out like a stream that would eventually tumble out into a waterfall as I quicken my pace knowing you’d be done for soon. “So soft and tender you felt around me I never wanted to let you go. As I looked up at you stars collided creating a supernova of emotions I had never felt before.”Holding a hand to their chest smiling bright as ever “Yah you and your romanticism is gonna make me puke one of these days. I was there too ya know.” They say making sounds of disgust ‘Y/n you really are a fool, but my fool nonetheless’ they thought. Putting a few finishing touches I chuckled out “That may be true, but when I looked at you that night I knew from then on that I wanted to love nobody else but you, my darling if I could have given you the universe I would have for no one will ever compare.” I set down my brushes paint smeared on my face and clothes an artistic mess so to speak but they were fond of me looking that way. Finally able to move they get up and come to where I’m sitting placing themselves on my lap arms wrapped tight around me. Staring in awe as tears threaten to spill over “of all the paintings I’ve done you are my most beautiful work of art.” I grab their hand bringing it up to my lips kissing ever so gently, rubbing the back of their knuckles with my thumb “ For as long as I’m in your life you will always be my love, my muse, my Jeongyeon.”

#my first fic #pls be kind #I’ve never wrote one before #yoo jeongyeon #twice #jeongyeon x reader #lesbian #wlw

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plantdonutwrites · 1 year

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💛💜 tmnt vday prompts · week 01 · breenie (bree x donnie)

hello! it’s me again and i am PARTICIPATING and talking about ocs and ships and things I seldom ever talk about in public. WELL. here goes nothing.

1. in which tmnt universe does your pairing exist?

the 2003 animated series, also known as the series that has my entire heart.

2. introduce us to your otp.

you all know don already. donatello, donnie-bear. but this cutie right here is breanne o’neil--bree for short! she’s the niece of april o’neil and the daughter of june o’neil (her name is canonically robyn, but i changed it to june for funsies--and she was originally going to be named june, apparently). she was born in los angeles, california, moved to portland, oregan later in her childhood, and now she lives in new york city. she is an artist whose primary focus is painting, but she dabbles in a little bit of everything. she’s extremely creative and resourceful and carries a sunny disposition and tends to get along well with most people despite that social cues and understanding subtext is not her strong suit. but she’s always doing her best and is earnest in those efforts.

3. how did they meet?

a little canon divergence here--we first meet bree’s mom in the ‘trouble with augie’ episode for a brief moment, when she’s visiting april unexpectedly. in my ‘verse, june is april’s older sister by a significant number of years, but has always been the more ‘carefree’ of the two--but anyway. back to the canon divergence: similar to how casey’s mother somehow discovered leo and splinter’s existence in the episode ‘h.a.t.e.’, june caught a brief glimpse of don and asked april about it. the cat was out of the bag, and april introduced her sister to don and the rest of his family. and then eventually, at a later point, june brought bree with her to new york, and bree met the boys through her. one of their more mundane first encounters with a new friend, really.

4. how is the relationship now?

they are thriving. both of them have a long list of projects that they are constantly working on--not together usually, but they are both content with spending time away from each other to focus on their work, and then meet up later and gush to each other about what they’ve been working on. bree has learned a lot from don when it comes to being more patient, and don has been becoming progressively more open with expressing his feelings and what troubles him.

a crucial note that i heartily agree with, in hannah’s words: “i think they're both learning how to take better care of themselves together/learn how to be kinder to themselves together, as well as learning it's okay to be someone who needs kindness or help. since don tends to smother his troubles and bree tends to sweep hers under a rug. through supporting each other, they're also learning to be kinder to themselves and it's very warm and supportive and sweet and gentle."

help i’m emotional.

5. what is each other’s love language?

gift giving and acts of service for both of them, for sure. though as with most things, bree is pretty eclectic in how she expresses affection, and dabbles in many different forms of love language, but the previously mentioned two are the most prominent.

6. do they get married or have any kids?

no and no. similar to leomin, they have each other, their own ambitions and engagements that take up most of their focus, and are fully committed to that and each other, and that’s more than enough.

7. what is your favorite thing about this pairing? (gush as much as you want!)

silly gushing under the cut.

i love how well that complement one another, despite what one would think when they see the surface of their relationship: bree comes off as very energetic, a people-pleaser, perhaps a bit of an airhead, and don can come off as the shy nerdy boyfriend who doesn’t say much, mostly keeps to himself, but is nice enough. but looks and first impressions can be deceiving: don truly sees that bree is in fact a very sincere, loving person who is far from lacking in intelligence, and he always takes her seriously. and bree knows that don may come off like he’s putting people at arm’s length, but he just needs time to warm up to you and when he does, he’s the sweetest person in the room (perhaps even the world?). but i digress, back to being complementary. don’s a worrier, and bree can pull him out of that headspace from time to time. bree can be impatient and a bit impulsive, and don is an extremely patient person who is able to address her in a way that’s constructive and kind. i love how they are both highly creative and inventive, and that their primary purpose for creating the things they do is to make others happy (and it doesn’t hurt that it makes themselves happy also).

don appreciates how bree is always true to herself and passionate, and how she sees the world and notices the little things with enthusiasm... and bree sees the same in him and feels understood.

💜 thanks for reading! 💛

credits!

· tmnt vday prompts

· tmnt otp meme

· art by @redstringraven (used with permission, thankie muchly)

#tmntvday #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt oc #tmnt ocs #tmnt 2003 oc #tmnt 2k3 oc #oc: bree o'neil #ch: donatello #pairing: breenie #f: tmnt 2k3 #thank you for your help again and forever hanners!!!#pdwrites

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pepprs · 9 months

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dont worry abt responding to my messages!! they can be little trinkets for u to keep forever if u wanna :)))

dear anon… how could i not respond to THESE!!!!!!!!!! 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 you are the sweetest kindest most WONDERFUL soul. it is an honor to receive these beautiful letters and i hope you know how much i cherish each and every one. not just the words but the adventures you take me on and write up for the two of us!!! and the beauty and magic you help me to see in the world around me and the peace and love and love and love you conjure for me in moments when i cant find it or feel it so easy!!!! like idk i know i have no idea who you are outside of being dear anon and i only answer asks once in a blue moon but it truly means the world to me. TRULY.

your writing feels like all the best things, all the things i love most. like leaf piles in the fall and the pikmin bloom soundtrack (btw if you dont play that already i HIGHLY recommend it to you specifically, i think u would really like it and tbh you sending me these letters has the same vibe as my pikmin bringing me postcards from their adventures :"~DDDD!!! if you ever do join it please lmk i would LOVE to be friends and send you postcards and do adventures together!!!!) and frosting on cupcakes and twinkly dust motes in the sunlight and cumulus clouds and dogwood flowers and the way things made of glass refract rainbows and SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT. and even that isnt cutting it. how magical it all is. like i wish i wasnt so exhausted so i could express it better but it truly is so... idk. NOSTALGIC! COZY! HOME!!!!!

so... in order to try to articulate it (and also show my thanks / return the favor / etc.), i am sending this letter along with a care package knitted with word and song and magic and light. enclosed please find:

wind chimes that sing like the sun hitting the lake (also i REALLY want to get a butterfly hair clip!!! i cant wear hair clips or anything else fancy in my hair bc of my mask headbands but id love to have one in case im ever able to wear it in the future 🥹)

a heart-shaped pebble from brighton, to add to your collection (btw i LOVE the part about how you lost them a long time ago but you love them so you remember what they look like. WAUGH. gut punch GUT PUNCH IN THE BEST WAY!!!!)

a mug for hot chocolate, so we can share some together when it gets cold again -- decorated with hand-painted stars in all colors!

a tiny needle to knit your sundust satchels -- like the kind youd find in pixie hollow or the tale of desperaux or something (also both things that have dear anon vibes to me and are also DEEPLY nostalgic for me!)

a recipe for starfait, with illustrations!! (also i LOVE that idea for a replacement for "tesscore"!! but i may end up using that for my personal tag on my undertale / deltarune blog instead bc its so perfect (and also im HONORED that u associate that with me 😭😭😭😭))

a crown and wand for you to wear to match the fairy queen mouse while you write the same kind of magic and comfort she brings!

a packet of magical flower seeds that sprout the most whimsical sweet-smelling flowers, with petals that are soft to the touch!

a hand-woven scarf in your favorite color threaded with shiny silver strands, like comets streaming through the sky (also i am SO late to say this but UNO REVERSE CARD re: your new years wish to me which is genuinely making me lumpthroated and teary eyed reading it again in AUGUST. you are the sweetest EVER. and also ive never played journey before but ive been interested in it for years!!! i'll have to check it out and/or watch a playthrough!)

a hummingbird sculpture on a long stick for you to plant in your garden among the flowers, to sing to them and to you! (also RE: your question about your vocal range -- it just means that you can cover a little over two octaves (the number after the letter is the octave it's in, and each octave is a span of c-d-e-f-g-a-b-c -- so your range starts at about halfway through the third octave and goes to halfway through the fifth!) i think your range is about the same as mine iirc so we can hum along with the hummingbird and all three follow each other's notes :"~D <3)

a golden acorn on a thread for you to wear as a necklace when we go to the bird tea party! (by the way, have you ever read the book ""until the last acorn "when the last acorn is found?" it's a BEAUTIFUL book and it made me cry reading it! i think you and the acorn people would get along very, very well!!)

a lantern made of jelly moonlight and silver foil stars (see: ilomilo chapter 4 :"~D) for you to carry on your walks through the dim nights (you can hang the stars in the sky, and they'll brighten the world and light at your touch!)

a copy of one of my favorite books of all time, "the ten thousand doors of january," which is so much about wedging cracks open into other worlds, and something i think you might like very much / resonate with too!!

a big, big hug.

dear anon: THANK YOU. for all these words and for being you. i dont know how i got so lucky to have you sending me these little trinkets but i will most CERTAINLY keep them forever. i hope you experience all the peace and love and love and love to infinity. may you always know and shine with the light you bring and the light you are.

#purrs #asks #dear anon #<- im making you a tag now!!! i can’t believe i didn’t have one already!!#tess answers asks 2023 #(i had to take screenshots of some of these bc they werent showing up in my desktop inbox for some reason? but... this officially #concludes my ask-answering spree for today! tysm to everyone who sent me an ask i love u all so so much <3 <3 <3 i may rb stuff a little #more before going to bed but... (preemptively) goodnight and sweet dreams 🫂💗💗💗💗#save #comfort #tesscore #(ALSO BTW: i completely forgot abt adding alt text to the posts where i put screenshots of asks (like this one) so i'll try to go back and #do that tmrrw after work!!)

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lkenvs3000w23 · 1 year

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Interpreting Nature Through Art

There are many different ways to interpret nature, but one way is through art. Using art to interpret nature is a powerful tool to increase engagement and enjoyment for guests (Beck et al. 2019). There are many different ways a nature interpreter can use art to engage their audience, it can be through dance, music, theatre, paintings, and poetry. Using these different forms of art as a nature interpreter is a unique way to connect your audience with nature on a personal level.

The thing about art is that multiple people can look at the same painting or listen to the same song, but all of them will interpret the meaning in different ways. This is why for centuries artists have resisted having anyone “explain the meaning” of a painting or sculpture; they insist that each person should have an individual response and interpretation of the significance of the work (Beck et al. 2019). For many artists, art is a way for them to express their emotions when it comes to nature, and can use their artwork to help educate people on certain environmental issues. This can make people experience a lot of different feelings and emotions and this is a good way for artists to use their art to help promote conservation.

One way that nature can be interpreted through art is by photography, and now that we live in a world where basically everyone has an iPhone or a phone with a camera this is becoming one of the most common ways. Taking pictures of nature is something that I have done my whole life, every time I see a sunset, a unique landscape, or some kind of wildlife I have always felt the need to capture the moment by taking a picture.

Another way that I have been able to frequently interpret nature through art is by frequently visiting Algonquin Park. As I mentioned in previous blogs, my family's cottage is right at the gate of Algonquin park, so growing up I would always go multiple times a year. One of my favorite things to do at the park is go to the park's art center. The art center has some of the most breathtaking art I have ever seen in my life. However, there was one artist whose art I really enjoy and that is the artwork of Tom Thompson. My favorite painting of his is of Canoe Lake. Canoe Lake is a lake that I have canoed on for my whole life and whenever I see that painting it makes me feel calm and relaxed. In fact, this is actually the lake he died on, and one summer my friends and I even canoed to the site of his grave. Although I have spent a lot of time in Algonquin Park the art of Tom Thompson has really helped me connect with nature and help me find my sense of place.

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage for a Better World. Sagamore Venture.

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 1 month

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So there's this Artist Bingo meme where I read the squares and was like. "I've seen all of these in New Teen Titans." I figured I'd see how many bingos it gets.

If I counted my bingos right, that's NINE.

Blank meme available here!

And here's a list of when I remember all of these I marked. I'm not grabbing issue numbers because I need to go to bed soon and also, dyscalculia forbids me from Memorizing Numbers now that the TitansTower index page is apparently gone forever. But for most of them, I remember the plot context...

(It may be obvious who my Very Favorite character is here. Sorry, not sorry.)

Detailed interior: Everywhere. Titans Tower. Museums. Laboratories. That one fight scene splash page where Marv just captioned it "a picture is worth a thousand words". The meta moment in A Tale of Titans Tomfoolery when the captured creators look around at the place (a machinery-heavy lab) and I think it's George Perez commenting "I'm glad I don't have to draw this".

Character trying to reach under a couch: I can't remember a scene like this, but somebody please correct me if I'm wrong. (There's a scene in the '03 cartoon where they're looking for the remote under a couch. I stuck to the comics for this, though.)

Expression sheet: I don't recall ever seeing one? If someone has links to them though, by all means, clue me in!

Armor+metallic effects: Any panel Vic/Cyborg is in. On covers, he even has the sparkles. (Particularly, Tales of the New Teen Titans #1, I believe?)

Detailed clothing/drapery study: Any panel Raven's in. Even her casual outfits in college (saris and such) usually had a weird amount of detail. (LOTS of detail in her pin-ups and the cover of Tales of the New Teen Titans #2, though!) And Azar's body before she passed. And a lot of things related to Azarath.

Vehicles/machinery: Again, Cyborg. Vehicles are usually in the background or used by the bad guys, I think? And of course, there's a JeriRae scene that takes place in a car (Joey's, I assume?)

Combat sequences / impact pose: It's a superhero comic. There's At Least One Per Issue.

Extreme low / high angle: I know I've SEEN them, there are a lot of wide shot splash pages. (Specifically in my mind: The first glimpse we get of Azarath is one, if I remember correctly!) But also some covers and I think the issue with... was it Francis Kane? Whoever randomly got uncontrollable ghost/ferrokinesis/electronic powers. The issue someone recognized Raven from Time Magazine, I think there's a vortex shot like this. Also images of people falling were sometimes Very Perspective'd.

Kissing/hugging poses: They like each other and there were certainly some kisses and plenty of hugs. (Specifically: Starfire snogs Dick the moment they met, and I vividly remember a panel of Donna and Kory hugging in a pool after some sort of combat practice, maybe during the Judas Contract?)

Stretching/reaching poses: Does Nightwing's acrobatics count? There's a really cool sequence in the GAMES graphic novel like that! Also pretty sure Gar stretches/reaches often, just as a physical emoting thing.

Painted portrait: Okay, maybe I stretched this one a little, but there's a storyline involving a museum where presumably the pictures are painted and there's also that image on Raven's wall that I always assumed was a painting. (Can't remember where the latter was seen; maybe in the scene where Wally comes to ask Raven how college is going and she's in her room? It's not very detailed, just a round frame with a face on it and all colored in the same uniform gold, but I figured it's a portrait.)

Detailed Sci-Fi Props / Environment: There are multiple storylines that take place on other worlds, other dimensions, other planets! Azarath and Tamaran, there's your Fantasy and Science Fiction right there. They were ALWAYS rather detailed. Tales of the New Teen Titans #2 and #4 took place mostly in these places. (Though Kory's, of course, involved more spaceships.)

Free space: Actually not as free as it sounds in these comics! What comes to mind for me is that sequence of images specifically right at the start of Terror of Trigon where Gar's showing how Raven's face has changed.

Animal portrait: Gar exists. 'Nuff said. (Particularly detailed shots of this tend to be on the covers. I think Tales of the New Teen Titans #3 has a wider selection in one shot?)

Turnaround reference: I got these on TitansTower and they were stored on my now-defunct external hard drive, and unfortunately I don't know where to find them again. But I know a set exists, and within that set definitely one exists for Raven, because I used it to make my first cosplay.

Dancing poses: The panels I remember aren't plot-relevant, but especially in the more mundane moments you find these here and there. (There was a 60's Teen Titans comic, at least one, that centered around a music venue, though that's also stretching it a little, heh.)

Weapons: Nightwing has some, Cyborg has some built in, and Starfire uses them occasionally. (I think there's a point in TotNTT#4 when she's talking about training with the Warlords of Okaara and it shows her using some sort of staff?) Also plenty of bad guys; I think HIVE was fond of blasting people with lazers.

Extreme lighting: Oh my god, Terror of Trigon had some EXTREME lighting moments. During the seance especially. Also in "Day in the Life" when Raven falls into that other plane of existence?

Characters eating: I hope I'm remembering this right, but I'm pretty sure there's a moment (can't remember the plot details, but I think it's later and teeechnically probably in New Titans when Raven and Donna are discussing Raven getting her own place?) when they stop at a hot dog stand and Raven just gets... a pile of sauerkraut.

(Thinking back, that may have been french fries, but for the past 20ish years I interpreted it as sauerkraut.)

Horse: Day in the Life had a horse-drawn cart! Pretty sure Wally had to stop it to save someone from being run over or something.

Still life study: So many close-ups of plot-relevant items and places and pretty shots of locations and skies and buildings and just... So Many.

Shoes: When were there NOT shoes?

Hand study: So many hand poses, too, but especially prevalent are those on Jericho, the mute character signing ASL.

Sleeping poses: That infamous shot of Dick and Kory in Terror of Trigon! (Well, okay, they probably weren't... sleeping.) And also people being knocked unconscious by villain attacks (or Raven's attacks).

High-detail landscape or architecture: Azarath! Tamaran! Paradise Island! The NYC skyline! They had a schematics/blueprint thing of Titans Tower in like issue 3, for heck's sake! Pick a plot and Take Your Pick!

#new teen titans #random fun #rhs makes yet another post about teen titans #Please correct me if those two squares I'm missing Actually Happened.#It would be so funny if this entire chart was filled up by previously-extant New Teen Titans art.

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Once upon a time in the beautiful city of Paris, there were two remarkable girls named Lila and Marinette. They were classmates and had been friends for a long time. Lila was known for her charm and wit, while Marinette was admired for her creativity and kindness.

As they spent more time together, Lila and Marinette's friendship blossomed into something deeper. They found themselves drawn to each other, their hearts beating faster whenever they were near.

One sunny afternoon, Marinette decided to take Lila on a surprise picnic by the Seine River. She prepared a delicious spread of Lila's favorite treats and packed a blanket, all while her heart raced with excitement. When Lila arrived at the designated spot, she was greeted with a beaming smile from Marinette.

"Surprise! I thought we could spend the day together, just you and me," Marinette said, her voice filled with affection.

Lila's eyes sparkled with joy as she embraced Marinette tightly. "That's the sweetest surprise ever, Marinette. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life."

They settled down on the blanket and shared laughter and stories, their hands occasionally brushing against each other's. It was a moment of pure bliss as they gazed into each other's eyes, feeling an unspoken connection.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Marinette mustered up the courage to express her true feelings. She took a deep breath and held Lila's hands gently.

"Lila, I have something important to tell you," Marinette said softly, her voice filled with both nervousness and hope.

Lila looked at her intently, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Marinette?"

With a shy smile, Marinette confessed, "Lila, I think I've fallen in love with you. You mean the world to me, and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Lila's face lit up with surprise and joy. She leaned in, capturing Marinette's lips in a tender kiss. "Yes, Marinette, a thousand times yes! I've been waiting for this moment too. You are my everything."

From that day forward, Lila and Marinette embarked on a beautiful journey as girlfriends. They supported each other's dreams and aspirations, celebrating every milestone together. They faced challenges and obstacles, but their love and unwavering support for one another always prevailed.

Their love story became an inspiration to their friends and classmates, showing them the power of acceptance, understanding, and love. Lila and Marinette's relationship blossomed, not only making their hearts soar but also bringing joy and warmth to everyone around them.

As they walked hand in hand through the streets of Paris, Lila and Marinette knew that they had found their soulmates in each other. Their love story was filled with laughter, tears, and countless unforgettable moments, proving that love knows no boundaries and that true love could be found in the most unexpected places.

And so, Lila and Marinette continued to write their story, their love shining brightly in the City of Love, Paris, forever.

#lilanette

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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Hello ik all your recent posts have been related to horny jail but I have a snippet idea

BASICALLY HERO AND VILLAIN ABSOLUTELY DESPISE EACH OTHER, BUT ONE DAY THEY MEET EACH OTHER AT A MUSEUM IN THEIR CIVILIAN FORMS

And they both like art and they bond over analysing different things at the exhibition AND THE CLASSIC FALLING-IN-LOVE-AT-A-MUSEUM TROPE

Fast forward to when villain steals hero's favorite paintings as a birthday present and hero connects the dots and they both find out each other's alternate identities like that

IDK IF THIS EVEN MAKES SENSE BUT DO WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE WITH IT, LOVE YA <33

The hero made that face again.

Slightly leaned forward, eyebrows drawn together, biting the inside of their bottom lip. The villain thought they were closer to a masterpiece when they were analysing than any other painting or sculpture in the pretentious catalogue they had gone through.

“That’s my favourite Rembrandt,” the hero whispered and they took another step towards the painting, lying on their dinner table. Judging by their expression, the hero was incredulous. Their scarred fingers reached for the painted canvas but the hero didn’t dare to touch it. It was a relic to them.

“Yeah, Aristotle. You said you loved that the most,” the villain mumbled. Towering over the painting, the hero’s eyes widened and when they scanned the art for their favourite details and, indeed found them, the hint of a smile graced their face. The villain cursed their own stupid heart for stumbling.

“This is incredible. Do you see how soft his hand is positioned on the bust? How his internal struggle is even portrayed with the usage of shadows? Oh my god, it looks just like the real one.” The hero turned around and their hands grasped around the villain’s arm.

And that was the moment. The moment, when the villain was sure even Rembrandt would have miserably failed to capture the whole beauty of the hero’s smile with his art.

The villain’s whole body seemed to change its temperature from teeth-shatteringly cold to scaldingly hot when the hero pulled them closer to their stolen birthday present. Their excitement a radiating heat, filling the room.

“I mentioned this weeks ago. In a half-sentence. I can’t believe you remembered that it’s my favourite,” the hero said.

But how could the villain ever forget? How could they forget the sparkle in the hero’s eyes when they had talked about it? When their voice started to shake out of raw bliss?

Of course they had remembered. They didn’t think that picture, that painting would ever leave their mind.

“You said it’s the contemplating that catches you every time. The way Aristotle is looking at Homer’s bust and how the comparison between them is a battle of inner beliefs. Homer as the poet of the Iliad and the Odyssey on one side and then Aristotle, the philosopher who acquires his knowledge through observation. Spirituality versus rationality. You said you like opposites.”

“I do,” the hero said and the villain ripped their eyes away from the painting, only to catch the hero looking at them. Taking in a far too shaky breath, the villain tried to calm down the beat of their heart. To little avail.

Their attempts were finally completely ruined when the hero squeezed their arm.

“Who painted that?”

The villain swallowed.

“Rembrandt,” they answered as meekly as they could force themselves to.

What were they supposed to say? They couldn’t casually mention how much they loved the hero’s different view on things. When they had met in the museum for the first time, they almost had a whole debate over the meaning of a painting.

And then, when they met for the second time and had opposite opinions on art yet again, the villain almost thought the hero would drive them crazy with their positive interpretations of Starry Night. But the hero didn’t.

They bettered the villain’s view.

However, now the hero only rolled their eyes and smiled. They were completely oblivious to the villain’s pounding head.

“I know that, silly. But who painted this copy?”

There were three options.

Lie.

Tell the truth.

Jump out of the window and move to another city, change their name and forget the love of their life, dying lonely and regretting their past, knowing that everything could have been different.

The last option was…ruled out immediately. They cleared their throat.

“Funny story, actually. That’s not a copy.” The villain shifted uncomfortably when the hero let go of them, their gaze darting between the villain and the painting.

“Oh.” The hero waited a beat and the villain read on their face that they knew. “I think I love opposites more than I expected. To a greater extent, it seems.”

It turned out, the villain did too.

#writing snippet #heroes and villains #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #request #an answer for an ask

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jbreenr · 3 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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monocaelia · 3 years

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royalty au headcanons

what they would be in a royalty au and the sweet moments shared with them.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti

genre : fluff, slight angst in childe's

❀ albedo

albedo is the royally appointed painter of your family. he's in charge of painting all of the portraits of the royal family, which is well deserved. the blond artist's brush strokes and painting techniques make all of his works of art feel so alive, almost as if they could walk out of the canvas they were painted on and live amongst the people.

he prides in his works, always making sure each square inch of each painting absolutely perfect before presenting it to the royal family. even if they were already perfect to begin with. but, as they say, you're your own worst critic.

from since you were both young, he was hired by your family to teach you the basics of the arts as well as how to properly hold a brush.

so, you could say albedo has watched you grow from a grubby child to the elegant and refined person you grew up to be. an honor, really, to watch the stars in your eyes grow brighter and brighter with each passing year.

"ah, you've messed up the brush stroke here," albedo's gentle voice points out the mistake in your technique. your ears burn from having your mistakes pointed out, but you know it's for the best. you clear your throat and try to fix it, only to have albedo sigh from beside you.

"like this, your highness." before you can even react, you feel the heat from albedo's chest radiating against your back and your hand is encased in his own. he guides your hand with his, making the brush you're holding glide smoothly across the canvas.

his hand is cold, you think to yourself, and you wonder if he's been maintaining his health properly. but in contrast to his hand, his breath is warm against your ear as he talks you through the painting technique.

it's hard to focus when you're feeling overstimulated from the proximity of the blond painter and the rather domestic position you're in; almost as if your entire body is being embraced by the artist you grew up with.

"understand, your highness?" his quiet voice breaks your thoughts. he's close to you... so close. you gulp, praying to the archons above that albedo couldn't feel your hands shaking from this entire exchange.

"i thought you were supposed to call me by my name when we're alone together, albedo," you stutter out shakily. it's then that albedo realizes the position the two of you are in. his teal eyes widen slightly in surprise and his ears begin to burn a light pink. the artist pulls away, muttering a small apology to you.

though, albedo has to admit that having you in his arms, albeit for painting, felt so nice. from the position he was in, albedo could have counted the thousands of stars that your eyes held; and he would do anything to see them again.

❀ childe

ajax became a knight of your kingdom from a young age. he was always bored from the day to day schedule of his familial job; he wanted more and nothing could satiate the need to do something, anything that could give him the exhilaration that he needed.

which being in the knights provided for him. from learning how to properly wield a sword, to sparring with the best knights in your kingdom, to being a master at any and all weapons in your artillery, the ginger haired knight loved every second. he always felt alive when wielding his weapon, always grinning ear to ear when he's sparring for fun.

despite being a terrifying machine of war, ajax would never betray your family, let alone you. he swore an oath to protect everyone in the kingdom when he joined the knights, and that included you. the one who has watched him since he was a clumsy knight in training, fixed up his injuries, and wiped his tears away when he was frustrated with himself.

the call of ajax's name alerts him of your presence along with the quick pads of your shoes against the pavement. said male turns to look at you, smile big and bright on his face. "your highness! fancy seeing you here so late. did you miss me that mu-"

"is it true?" you interrupt him. your furrowed brows and frown etched onto your features contrast against the bright expression on the knight's. ajax's smile falters a bit when you stop in front of him, holding your arm and biting your lip in concern. "is it true that you're going to fight in the war?"

ajax blinks, stunned at your question. but he laughs lowly, not helping you in your concerned state. "of course, why wouldn't i? i made an oath to protect you, your family, and the people. it's my duty to go to the front lines."

his cerulean eyes stare into your own. you take a breath, hesitating on what to say or do next. ajax assumes you're going to scold him for throwing himself into the pits of danger, assumes that you're going to yell at him because when he fights he fights with no care to his own body. he would power on through the fight until he physically wasn't capable anymore.

"would you stay with me if i asked you to?"

your question surprises the ginger knight. out of all things that you could have done or said, he wasn't expecting this.

his finger strokes your cheek, sliding forward until your jaw rests in the palm of his hand. ajax gives you a smile, endearing yet bittersweet. he wants to stay here with you, to see your annoyed expression when he ends up hurting himself again or the huge smile on your face when he does something dumb.

but duty calls. and you know that.

his heart falls when you sigh and pull away from his touch. but it flutters again when he feels something hard press into the palm of his hand, your own covering his.

"then, promise me you won't die out there, ajax. take this lucky charm of mine and stay safe. i'll miss you."

you plant a quick kiss on his freckled cheek and run off before he could see you cry. unfolding his hands, he's greeted with the delicate, red mask you've placed in his hands.

❀ diluc

being the heir to the throne of your own family makes it hard to miss the prince of the neighboring kingdom. prince diluc is a stoic and hard to please person. every time you've seen him in passing at royal balls, he has always had a frown or blank expression on his face.

but, despite what his outer expression and appearance shows, the young prince is a kind and gentle individual. at least to you. in contrast to how stoic he is with others, his warmth is always welcoming and comforting to you. if he's being honest, you're one of the few people, if not the only person, who has witnessed the genuine yet small smile of prince diluc.

when he has the time off, he writes letters to you, often complaining about how useless the knights and how he would rather work alone. but he never fails to indulge you about the little things that have happened since the last time he has spoken to you. how he misses seeing you and that the next time you visit he would take you to a beautiful meadow he passed by on one of his scouts around mondstadt.

you, his only friend who sees the young prince as who he is, and not what the rumors, nor what his title says he is.

"thought i'd see you out here." diluc's ears perk at the familiar cadence of your voice. his eyes that held the warmth of fire flit up to look at you, and his breath is taken away. underneath the gentle glow of the moon, you're practically glowing in front of him. with rich, beautiful silks covering your body and a comforting smile quirking your lips up.

"what are you doing out here? it's cold out here, and the party's inside, [name]," he scolds you. diluc's expression deadpans when you stick your tongue out the corner of your mouth and shrug. when a cold breeze flows through and you physically shiver, the red haired prince sighs and slides off his coat, throwing it over your shoulders.

"i could say the same to you. besides, i saw you out here looking lonely and like a fool, so i thought it would be nice to join you. so you don't look so pathetic." it takes everything in the young prince to not take his jacket back from you and march back inside the palace with the intolerable guests. "i'm kidding! but not about the lonely part. are you alright?"

the playful glint in your eyes disappears in that moment, captivating diluc yet again. he could never outright tell you this, but your eyes are the most beautiful he has ever seen. filled with actual starlight and twinkling with fondness for the awkward prince.

"yeah, just a bit overwhelmed with the guests inside."

you hum in response to him. "well. why don't i keep you company then? from one royal to another. we don't have to say anything, but having someone with you is comforting, right?" ruby eyes widen when you step forward and grab onto his hands, intertwining them. he hopes his cheeks aren't as red as they feel and that you can't see his blush despite the proximity.

"r-right. as long as it's just you, [name]."

maybe the young prince will find the courage to be more forward with you, ask to court you with a bouquet if your favorite flowers and a love letter slipped in between the petals. but for now, he finds solace in your company and your gentle hand laced with his.

❀ kaeya

the origins of how kaeya ended up in your kingdom's calvary is an enigma. no one is quite sure where he had come from, nor had any idea who he trained under considering he was an exceptional equestrian and sword fighting on horseback came so easy to him. every time anyone asked him about his background or history, the blue haired knight would always brush it off and redirect the conversation to something else.

despite having a mysterious background, kaeya still ended up captain of your calvary not too long after he joined your kingdom. though, anyone could have expected it considering he easily outwitted the previous calvary captain in their own sparring sessions.

during his time there, you can't admit that kaeya hasn't caught your eye. he's handsome; his laughter and taunts while sparring with the other knights sends butterflies to your stomach. charismatic and always lightly teasing you whenever you drop by the knight's hall made it difficult to suppress the rhythmic thrum of your heart.

"oh come on, your highness. don't tell me you're getting cold feet now." the smirk on kaeya's face only grows when you send him a glare. he finds it amusing that you're still trying to stand your ground despite your evident fear of the horse in front of you. "i thought you knew how to mount a horse."

the calvary captain snickers when you tell him that you are going to, that you're just not familiar with his horse. his sapphire eye follows your movements and form a crescent when his horse turns her head to look at you.

as you try and muster out an explanation on why you were startled, kaeya takes this time to slide his hands underneath your arms and hoists you up above the horse. your leg slips over the saddle of the pure white mare and you yelp in surprise at the sudden motion.

before you can yell at kaeya for not warning you, the calvary captain climbs onto the saddle behind you. because of the limited space on his horse, the blue haired knight's chest is pressed against your back and his arms encase you so that he could properly hold onto the reins.

"cat got your tongue, your highness? there's no need to be so scared, i won't let you fall. well, unless you're being more unpleasant than usual. don't blame me if you end up on the floor."

laughter surrounds you when you yell at the calvary captain to 'stop messing around.' he can't help it; kaeya loves riling you up and hearing his name slip from your lips regardless of if it's in between fits of giggles or out of anger when he teases you one too many times.

from the position you're in, you aren't able to witness the endearing look that adorns kaeya's visage when you calm down and lean into his touch as soon as his mare starts moving.

❀ venti

there's nothing that suits venti more than being associated with music in some way, shape, or form. he's a well known musician around your kingdom; knowing at least the basics of every instrument known to man and having every song he has ever heard by memory.

rumors around your kingdom flutter around, saying that hearing a song sung by venti himself could cure almost any disease because of how angelic and healing his voice is. of course, it's not true but the young bard likes to play along with it. anything to get free drinks at the local bar, right?

there's no surprise that your family hired the bard to become your piano tutor. but cheeky smiles, poetic songs regarding the beauty of nature, and lyrical poetry of the beauty you hold make it hard for you to not fall for the playful virtuoso.

a delicate melody drifts down the halls of the castle, elegant staccato piano cords resonate in each other's harmony. your fingers deftly glide over the ivory keys, eyes closed and letting your memory guide you through the piece.

beside you, venti plays your counterpart with a gentle smile on his face. a contrast to the beautiful, yet complicated composition that was being performed.

it was his idea to learn this rather tedious piano duet; you thought it was too difficult because of the complicated melodic line and technical harmonies. you recall many nights filled with frustrated tears and crumpled silk from trying to perfect the melody given to you; and venti's gentle voice as he consoled you during those nights and urged you to rest.

before you know it, the piano duet ends with a final statement of the tonic harmony. silence settles into the room as the final chord resonates in the empty concert hall, only to be broken when you shout victoriously.

"your highness, that was a wonderful performance!" venti congratulates you with a proud smile on his lips. the percussive beat in his chest accelerates when you beam at him, the candlelight making your eyes gleam as if they held the entire universe in them.

"it's all thanks to you, venti! oh gosh, i'm so proud of us i could almost kiss you!" the statement leaves your mouth without thinking and leaves the both of you stunned. one, two, three beats of silence and on the fourth you begin to stutter out an apology with a flustered expression on your face.

venti's airy, light laugh fills your ears and echoes against the vast walls of the concert hall. you want to dig yourself in a hole and hide for the rest of your life.

"and what if i take you up on that offer, your highness? or should i call you [name] now? a kiss ending this performance of ours would be way better than a bow, don't you think?"

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