#swordsmanship lessons

[isabellafoster13]

This was requested on AO3 by Knockout68.

I really like Kagura x Lucy (what's the ship name?). I think that they would make really good friends and I wish that they had some moments together. I honestly can't remember if they did interact. I think that they look great as a couple. It's a really attractive ship and I wish there were other fics about them.

I should also note that I do not know anything about swordsmanship, so everything I write in this is what I got from Google.

I hope you enjoy!

Swordsmanship Lessons (Kagura x Lucy)

"90...91...92...93...94...95...96...97...98...99...100!"

Lucy rolled over onto her back, sweating and breathing heavily. She lay on the dirt of the training clearing and her arms were aching from having just done a hundred push-ups. As she took some time to catch her breath, she heard footsteps approaching her, followed by a voice that she enjoyed hearing, "you did good. Are you ready to begin sword training?"

Lucy responded breathlessly, "give me a few minutes, Kagura."

The celestial wizard looked up at Kagura and watched as she kneeled beside her. The Mermaid Heel mage responded, "the push-ups will get easier."

Lucy sighed and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She stared down at her lap, her breathing still heavy, though a bit less so now. She was relieved that she was finally going to start learning how to use a sword. She had been doing all sorts of exercises, all to improve her physical condition so that she could start her swordsmanship lessons.

She knew that learning how to use a sword wasn't exactly necessary, considering she had celestial spirits and a whip, but she still felt as though she had to do more. Too often she felt like she wasn't doing enough in battle, so she decided that she should broaden the range of weapons that she can use. Something that she had quickly noticed over the years was that swords were a common weapon that many mages used alongside magic. Thus, she decided that she would learn how to use a sword.

The obvious choice of teacher was Erza, however, Lucy didn't even think about going to her for lessons. Instead, she traveled to Mermaid Heel and asked Kagura to teach her swordsmanship. One may wonder why she had gone to a mage from a different guild rather than one of her closest friends. Well, the answer is simple.

Lucy is in love with Kagura.

She saw the lessons as a chance to get closer to the other mage, not just to learn how to use a sword. When Kagura agreed to teach her, she was incredibly happy as well as surprised, having expected the black-haired woman to turn her down. Lucy was, nonetheless, excited to begin the lessons.

They had decided to meet every Tuesday at this particular dirt clearing and surprisingly were able to keep the date without faltering once. Kagura had started her off by building her physical condition. Push-ups, jumping jacks, sit-ups, sword swings, and other such methods of exercise. This went on for a few months. It was tiring, but she managed to push through, determined to learn the art of sword fighting and become closer to her teacher.

She had many times attempted to ask out Kagura, but would either get interrupted to move on to some other exercise, or would be unable to speak the words that she wanted to. However, she wasn't discouraged. She was determined to ask out the gravity mage.

After having regained control over her breathing, she stood up, dusted off her clothing, and turned to face Kagura, giving her a large smile as she exclaimed, "I'm ready!"

Kagura gave her a nod before she turned around and walked to a nearby wooden table. It is here that she kept a couple of katanas along with a couple of wooden ones. Lucy frowned to herself upon noticing that Kagura hadn't returned her smile with any indication of enjoyment of their time together. In fact, she couldn't think of a single time that the Mermaid Heel mage seemed to be happy at all. Was she not enjoying her time with Lucy? Would she rather be somewhere else? If that was the case, then why had she agreed to teach Lucy?

The blonde mage was broken out of her thoughts when she heard Kagura speak, "here, take this."

Lucy accepted the wooden katana, the feeling of the wood a familiar sensation from the sword swings that she had to do with it. Just thinking about those hundreds of sword swings made her arms hurt. She looked at Kagura as the other woman continued to speak, another wooden katana in her hand, "there are several factors that go into being successful in a sword fight. Your body must be in excellent physical condition, so you should continue to exercise even after we finish your lessons completely. You must also be aware of your surroundings and remain calm in battle. Keeping control over emotions would give way to mistakes."

Lucy nodded as she listened, hanging on to every word that Kagura said. "you must also know how to be deceptive. Fighting fair will ensure that you lose. You must be able to trick your opponent into thinking that you are going to do one thing, when really, you are going to do something else. You must be confident in your abilities. Faltering for even a second could spell your demise. You must lack rhythm. If you set a pattern while you fight, then your attacks will be predictable. You must be able to not only keep yourself from being intimidated, but also to intimidate your opponent. You must know when to strike and how closely to do so. Finally, you must never underestimate your opponent. Do you understand?"

Lucy nodded her head, her brown eyes and smile reflecting her determination. Kagura took a step closer, instructing her, "raise your sword and get into a long stance." After Lucy did as she was instructed, raising her wooden sword, placing her feet apart with one behind the other so that they were parallel with her shoulders, and bent her knees, Kagura continued after having raised her sword above her head, "it appears that I am going to attack you with an overhead strike, however, this is an example of deception. My actual attack will be a kick." She closed the distance between the two of them, bringing her foot up to press against Lucy's midsection as she moved her sword to rest across her front. The swordswoman added, "I keep my sword positioned like this so that if my kick is unsuccessful, then I can follow up with a strike, or I can block your sword if you try to strike at me."

Lucy moved back into a long position when Kagura stepped away from her, asking, "do you remember what a parry is?"

Lucy nodded, remembering a few weeks ago when Kagura had taught her what a parry was for her sword swing exercises. Kagura nodded and raised her wooden sword over her head, instructing, "parry my strike."

Lucy nodded and tightened her grip on her sword. She raised it, waiting for her teacher to bring her own sword down in a non-threatening attack. When the sword was finally brought down, Lucy whipped her sword up, blocking the strike. Kagura said, "good."

The black-haired woman brought her sword back up, seeming to go for an overhead strike again. Suspecting that this was instead a feigned attack, Lucy side-stepped, causing Kagura's sword to swing down to the ground. Just as Lucy was about to go for her own attack, aiming to hit her teacher's back, a foot swept one of hers from under her, causing her to crash onto the ground on her back.

She gave an 'oof' from the impact and stayed where she lay, wondering what had just happened. She looked up at Kagura, who was leaning over her, and asked, "what the hell?"

The corner of Kagura's mouth twitched up to a small, half smile, something that Lucy noticed and was both surprised and delighted to see. The black-haired woman responded, "you need to be aware of possible deception. Your dodge was very good, but you still left yourself open for an attack on your legs. You should have continued to move behind me and then attack me."

Lucy heaved a sigh, her eyes moving to look past Kagura's head and stare up at the clouds above. She then sat up before looking over at Kagura and watching as she sat next to her. The celestial wizard stared down at her lap, her hands clamped together. She instantly noticed how closely she and the other mage were sitting, the proximity causing her to blush and divert her gaze from the gravity mage.

She sighed once more, figuring that right now would be better than any other chance to actually talk to her. Lucy's gut became filled with butterflies and her palms began to sweat as she turned to Kagura, asking, "Kagura...I was wondering. Are you not happy to be teaching me how to use a sword?"

The Mermaid Heel mage titled her head slightly to one side in confusion, inquiring, "what do you mean? If I wasn't happy to help you, then why would I have agreed?"

Lucy shrugged, looking back down at her lap. "You don't really smile or anything like that. You don't seem to be happy."

"Well, I am. I have no reason to not be happy." There was a few moments of silence before Kagura continued, "after all, you're here."

Lucy whipped her head around to look at her in confusion. What did she mean by that? The blonde opened her mouth to ask for clarity, but was quickly cut off when Kagura asked with a small smile, "would you like to go on a date, Lucy?"

Lucy stared at her with widened eyes. She couldn't believe that the woman she had fallen for was asking her out. She wanted to do that! A grin spread across her face as she nodded her head excitedly. Kagura gave a small chuckle before she stood up, saying, "let's finish our lesson and then we can get some lunch. How does that sound?"

Lucy stood up as well, picking up her wooden sword too, as she exclaimed, "yes! That sounds great!"

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #kagura mikazuchi #kagura x lucy #kaglu #lucgura #fluff #swordsmanship lessons #date request #first move

[zanguntsu]

sorry i have to share my hc that ichigo would be a god awful teacher and horrible training partner

#its because all he knows about training is people trying to kill him so hes like yeah i think that works on others #spoilers. it does not work. at all #ichigos like yeah u learn best when youre near death right #and everyone around him is like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT #(ichigo voice) your first lesson is to survive me. time starts now #listen theres like an angst idea here but i just want tomfoolery #someone asks him for help on like swordsmanship and he blue screens because he operates under unga bunga

[tiquiajomari]

"First Kendo Lesson"

First lesson to learn, don't attack recklessly or you might start seeing stars.

by Jose Maria Tiquia

#art #anime art #anime #manga art #manga #anime drawing #anime style #anime illustration #drawing #illustration #illustrator #digital art #kendo #martial arts #swordsmanship #training #lesson #artworks #tiquiajomari

[sadistic-sakamaki]

@perennial-tenacity​ has said:

Thank you for reminding me about Ayato's sword skills, literally forgot until this moment but it's v important

Ooc; Yes, yes, very important!! You must not forget this family’s prodigy!!!

#{{ we all know ayato got HELL when it came to his studies so he could be the best and inherit }} #{{ the title of vampire king.... but what about swordsmanship? I bet he had super severe lessons as well!! }} #{{ and hey they paid off in the end! sword skills go brr }} #perennialtenacity #【 out of chaos 】

[angelltheninth]

Sword Lessons with Zoro Go Sexual

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, quickie, teasing, sword training, banter, doggie style, clothes left on, midnight sex, sex in the open

A/N: Yes, this is one of those gone sexual moments.

So here was the thing about Zoro: the man was really passionate about swordfighting, really passionate. And sometimes, with too much teasing and you talking about his big sword and skilled his hands are, that passion translates to other things as well. His target for the night was you.

"If you keep being so loud you're gonna wake up the whole crew." He rasped in your ear, rocking his hips a little bit faster then yours. Both of you knew it was risky to have sex in the open, on the deck, under the night sky but damn it the sexual tension was too much for you to ignore. "Gonna wake up every with your pretty pussy sounds alone. I like it though, like it when your pussy lets me know... how much it loves my cock." His smug tone wasn't lost on you nor was his cock pulsing and twitching.

Your pussy felt warm to him against the cool midnight air, in the same way his cock and pre-cum made your pussy so hot, your whole body really. You needed more of that warmth.

"Hold me closer. I'm... cold." You shivered for emphasis. Zoro chuckled before kissing the back of your ear, "I am! Promise." His arms tightened around you and his hips were now almost fully pressed against you, his cock barely leaving your warm hole.

"Cold with all of our clothes on? So sensitive. Maybe you're not cut out for swordsmanship." His eyes drifted briefly to the swords now crossed over each other by the side of the deck. It was fun while it lasted, but even his swords couldn't take his attention of you, you were too addicting. "And you got distracted so easily. Just look at what I have to do to get your mind back on track." He rolled his hips faster, cock hitting every spot inside your gummy walls, feeling every flutter.

"Yeah. Poor you right Zoro? You must hate... fu-ucking me. That's why you're trying to make me, make me come." A plea didn't leave your lips, those words alone were enough to give him a new goal. If coming on his cock was what it took to get you to focus, then he will do that for you.

However he can't promise that you'll be able to walk after, or that your pussy won't be so full you'll drip every time you open your legs even a little.

#one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x you #roronoa zoro x you #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro imagines #one piece smut #roronoa zoro smut #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro imagine #zoro smut #opla x reader #opla x you #opla imagine #opla smut #smut drabble #x female reader

[bunny-yan]

King!Yandere x GN!Reader

TW: non-con, death, victim blaming, patricide, nsfw, power dynamics, slight body worship

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The King’s lover. 

A position coveted by fools that didn’t understand what it was they were asking for. 

You sat, eyes lost as you stroked the royal head of your beloved king. He was a respected ruler, loved by noble and common folk alike for his infinite wisdom. He was a wise king. A kind king loved by his people for his overwhelming generosity. A king you were sure no one understood quite as well as you. 

Your king had not always been your king. 

He’d been a prince once, though you had always been his servant. Your father served as a butler, it was only natural that you’d follow in his footsteps, but the young prince had taken a liking to the servant and you were granted an illustrious position as the prince’s companion. 

It was nice.

You got to wear casual clothes, clothes you preferred over the servant’s uniform. You were able to eat snacks that you’d only seen in passing through bakery windows. There was no point in asking your father to try it because sweets were a luxury you couldn’t afford. But the prince spoiled you with sweets. 

It was more than nice. 

You got to play instead of cleaning the giant rooms in the palace. You were allowed to lounge, lazily relaxing if the prince was to focus on his swordsmanship or studies, your only duties being to make sure that the prince made it to his appointments on time and you were good at that. Sure, the prince could act like a bit of a brat. He’d refuse to go to his lessons unless you promised to play with him after or personally prepared his bath or kissed him on the cheek. The prince always wanted his way, but that was only natural. 

He was a prince. 

The oldest son of the current king. Everyone would serve him in the future so it only made sense that he got whatever he wanted now. You were the prince’s companion. A fancy title given to a servant that was meant to make sure the prince’s every whim and desire was met. 

You didn’t mind. 

The prince was kind. He’d ask you to accompany him on trips to the garden, often claiming that he’d fill it with your favorite flower when he was king. You would laugh, shaking your head as you told him there was no need to do such a thing for a servant, but he was determined. He would do it. He would do anything for you. 

The prince was caring. Giving so much of his attention to a servant when it was your job to serve him. He didn’t ask for much from you, only that you were in his presence most days. Sure, it was boring to sit and watch the prince during his lectures or watch him study, but anything was better than scrubbing floors and dusting vases and windows. His asking for your continued accompaniment meant that you could escape manual labor and you’d always be grateful for that. 

But the prince got angry. He didn’t like it when you talked to your “other friends.” The only friend you needed was him. You were his companion. There was no need to talk to the other servants. Even if it was to get his meals, you could simply ask a maid to do it. If it meant you talking to the others, he would relieve you of that duty. You only needed to focus on being by his side and taking care of his needs. Other people didn’t matter. 

The prince was stubborn. It was hard explaining why communication was a necessary part of your duties if you were going to continue to serve him. It was also obvious that your words went in one ear and out the other, the prince refusing to listen to anything you said. The conversation was over after he gave the order. He wouldn’t argue semantics. 

He wouldn’t argue at all. 

You didn’t expect the prince to be forceful. The prince on top of you was not the same charming prince that you had grown up with. This prince was harsh, whispering cruel, vulgar words in your ear as he ripped the buttons off of your clothes. His hands touched you despite your pleas for him to stop, to come to his senses. He claimed he was sane. Even after violating you in ways you didn’t think he could. But you wanted it, right?

Because he was a prince. 

His title, his status, his future. They were all things that shined like gold to a beggarly servant like you. How dare you speak ill of the prince?

You’d tried telling your father, but his hands were tied. He served the king, so his child would serve the prince. 

But you didn’t want to. 

Not when the prince would take every opportunity to trap you in his room, uncaring if his rough hands caused bruises as they forced themselves into your clothes. He’d order you to cease your useless struggles and get angry if you began to cry. 

He didn’t understand why you were crying. He was the prince and you were his. His things couldn’t say no, so you have to want it. You wanted it, right? 

The prince got scary when you said no. He threatened to hang one member of your household for every no that came out of your mouth. There was no point in crying about it. He would comfort you until he felt better. 

The prince got really scary when you tried to run away. You hid in a carriage devoid of produce, hoping to escape from the palace and find a way in to town, but the prince noticed his companion’s suspicious behavior. Knights found you before you could exit the palace’s gates and you were dragged inside to kneel before the prince’s feet. He slapped you, calling you a deceitful little whore. The prince couldn’t understand why you were so desperate to get away from him, but your betrayal had been enough for him to make good on his promise. 

The prince was good at keeping his promises. He forced you to look at the dangling bodies of your family, forcing your chin up when you were in front of your father. 

“This is your fault.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your neck as you cried. He was rough with you that night. He didn’t care that you were still grieving, he wanted to make sure you understood who you belonged to. Forcing himself inside of you with little preparation, he growled, “You’re mine.” over and over again until you could hear his voice continue to haunt you in your dreams. 

The prince was happy. His companion no longer shied away from his touch. You were so obedient and docile now. You’d listen to anything he told you to do. He liked holding you in his arms, kissing you, and seeing you next to him when he woke up in the morning. It was a little frustrating when he would have to order you to reciprocate his affections, but you were so good he didn’t really mind. 

The prince’s father didn’t approve of your relationship. Anytime he saw the two of you together, he’d glare at you, making you feel small. His son didn’t understand the mood, deciding that he would hold you closer, uncaring about how others felt regarding your relationship. 

The king approached you. Told you to separate yourself from his son. That he would take care of living arrangements outside of the kingdom’s jurisdiction. You didn’t care that he looked at you as if you were a nuisance. He was helping you escape!

The prince’s coronation came much sooner than you expected. Although the king had been young, they found him dead the next morning, assuming he’d passed away in his sleep. The prince attended his father’s funeral, but he didn’t look very upset. He was crowned in a ceremony directly after his father’s burial and your king gave you a smile that seemed ill-fitted considering the circumstances. 

When he approached you later, you kneeled, giving your greetings to the head of the empire. He stroked your head, other hand reaching for his waist as he gave you your first order as king. 

“Open your mouth.”

Your title had changed. You were the king’s lover. A concubine for the king’s pleasure until he saw fit to perform his duty and marry a queen, but you feared it was long time off from the way he worshiped your body like an obsessed madman night after night. Moaning in your ear about how beautiful you were. How precious your body was. How he’d kill anyone that thought of laying a finger on you or taking you away. You were his.

The prince kept his promise. The garden had been filled with your favorite flower. You often sat on the bench to find refuge in your luxurious prison, but he always found you. He was usually uncaring, but he became a bit more sensitive when you were here. He wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company, but he kept his lustful urges at bay, opting instead to sit on the bench next to you to talk or lie his head in your lap on the days he lacked rest. 

Looking at the king now, you wondered where your kind prince had gone. If you’d known he would turn into someone you couldn’t recognize, someone you began to impulsively avoid, you would’ve happily worn your servants clothes. Though a part of you felt that he would’ve been just as likely to tear them off of you. 

Servant or companion, you were his.

#king #yandere king #yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere king x servant reader

[casualheizouenjoyers]

- secrets i have held in my heart

featuring: jing yuan, bailu, yanqing, reader

warnings: a bit angsty ig, hanahaki au, blood, sickness, throwing up, coughing and just general sick stuff

Orchids grow where others cannot.

This phrase reigns especially true when orchids begin to grow in your body. Scratching your throat and clogging up your lungs. 

You try to laugh it off as a small cough, a small sickness, as if the whole thing didn’t fill you with dread when you thought about the invasive plant infesting your every breath. 

It isn’t until finally you violently cough over your sink that a bloodied white orchid petal came fluttering out.

Were… you some form of mara struck? You wondered in confusion at the collection of petals that grew with each hack of your lungs. 

The high elder —Bailu— immediately takes up your case. Which is potentially concerning as you’ve gone to about possibly any doctor that will see you for some kind of explanation to your floral fever and none of them have had anything good to say. 

In fact, they have nothing to say about your illness. No one knew what was causing the orchids to bloom, making a home of your decaying body; a pretty parasite taking you ahold. 

The little Vidyadhara girl frowned upon seeing the collection of whole flowers and crumbled petals, all coated with a splattered layer of dried blood. 

Bailu’s eyes squinted as she observed the floral. 

Perhaps, it was some kind of achievement that you had every doctor and healer on the luofu stumped at your conditions? 

It isn’t until you’re coughing out another flower, this time red covering it was still vibrant and liquid, that the healer decided you were some form of mara struck and needed to be monitored closely. Even as she wrote out her prescription and made you promise to come back the next week, you could tell she wasn’t too sure about what she was saying.

That did absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. 

You go home after collecting your prescription and puke out leaves and stems along with the flowers. 

Despite your sickness, work is work, you decided, and working as a tutor was fulfilling for you. You hope —prayed— that the sight of your favorite student, Yanqing, would bring you some form of joy. The lesson went smoothly, though it was clear your student’s mind was up in the clouds, but you didn’t comment about it as yours was rooted deep elsewhere. 

With the closing of the textbook, Yanqing’s eyes light up. 

“Can we swordfight now?” The teenaged boy asked.

You almost said no.

You had realized early on that Yanqing would do his work and pay attention better if you found a way to relate it to swordsmanship, or if you promised that the two of you would spar a little after a lesson. 

There was a growing weakness in your body. It seemed that describing the flowers as a parasite wasn’t inaccurate, as every day went on you felt them drain the energy out of you. 

Yanqing waited for your response.

You nodded, standing up and picking up your sword from where it rested on a wall. Once, you had used it as a cloud knight, now it only ever saw use when teaching the blonde boy. 

Yanqing excitedly ran to the other side of the room, drawing his sword and getting into position. He paused, looking over at you.

When did your eyes become so sunken in? Your hand shook as you held your sword up and it became increasingly clear to Yanqing that you were in no position to swordfight. 

Your student called out your name, a hint of concern in his voice. 

“I— Give me a moment—” You called out, placing a hand on your head as a sudden headache came, making your vision blur and your legs lose balance as you head tumbling for the floor.

Yanqing tossed his sword far away as he slid to catch you. 

Bailu is halfway through her yearly appointment with the general when you come in with Yanqing by your side.

You mumbled apologies for the interruption and swore on your life you were fine. 

You had honestly not realized how bad things had gotten in the few days from the last time you had seen the healer.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Jing Yuan.

The orchid also fluttered out of your mouth in a set of coughs that leave you out of breath on the ground, Yanqing down at your side again. 

There are multiple voices speaking but your mind can focus on none of them. 

Jing Yuan helped you up and you feel your heart clench up as a choke comes to your throat.

More orchids. 

He whispered to you in a soft voice, trying to help you through this coughing fit as Yanqing explained the situation that had happened just a few minutes before. 

Bailu watched this, shock painted on the girls face as she realized two truths.

You were indeed mara struck, just with a rare mutation that had gone out thousands of years ago. 

You were also in love with the general

and it was going to be the death of you.

#piers writes #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #hsr #hsr fic #hanahaki au #gender neutral reader #a little angst as a treat #teehee #who wrote this broooo #part two when #?? #dont ask me

[wodania]

lessons in swordsmanship

#i used a different brush and their designs changed completely #brush theory strikes again #betha blackwood #aegon v targaryen #asoiaf #my art #extra tags: #fanart #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #house targaryen #house blackwood

[hyperactively-me]

king!ghost x reader -- lessons

more of a filler, but doesn't make it less important!

Many weeks have gone by since you married King Ghost. You were finally somewhat settled into a normal routine after Ghost had assigned a personal advisor and tutor to you, teaching you the political atmosphere of Kastron. 

Though you had once been an outsider to the kingdom’s politics, you now held a newfound responsibility of being queen. As a child, you were only taught how to be a homemaker, with the occasional sparse political lesson. Ghost had made sure to oversee your education of his kingdom. His guiding hand, however, had made this transition a little less daunting.

He had appointed you a personal advisor, Sir Mark, a seasoned statesman with a wealth of experience. A kind woman, Lady Daphne, served as your tutor in matters of economics and governance. Your days now unfolded within the quiet confines of the palace study, immersed in books and the wisdom of your teachers. The political landscape of Kastron, with its intricate alliances and history, unfolded before you, leading you to understand the complexities of the kingdom as a whole. Matters you were once ignorant or unknowledgeable about soon became clear to you. 

Surprisingly, you found it all fascinating. The art of diplomacy, the complexities of governance, and the lineage of Kastron's rulers were all smaller parts playing in the larger picture of today’s current political state. Sir Mark patiently guided you through the labyrinth of politics, teaching you to navigate its treacherous waters. Lady Daphne, with her encyclopedic knowledge, brought light to the finer points of economic policy and governance. 

Yet, Ghost's influence extended beyond the realm of politics. Thankfully, he believed that a queen should be more than just a mother or a diplomat; she should be a protector of her kingdom. He continued to oversee your instruction in the art of swordsmanship. At first, it was daunting, but your determination matched Ghost's patience, and you soon became a formidable swordswoman after many long days of training. 

But it wasn’t all study and training. After the confrontation in the dining room, you both mutually decided to get to know each other in a more civilized manner. You began to spend more of your down time with Simon, showing him little bits and pieces of what you liked, who you are, and vice versa. Over the next couple of weeks, you spent days riding horses through the realm, letting him show you the terrain. 

Evenings were reserved for games, typically card games, or reading. In a dimly lit chamber, you and Simon challenged each other with your mutually competitive natures. His laughter, a rare sound, echoed through the room as you battled for a win over card games. And every night, he would walk you back to your quarters, ensuring you got to bed safely. 

Amidst your busy schedules and activities, you found moments of quietness with him. You would sit with Simon, talking about everything, small or large. The man who had once been a distant and stoic figure now confided in you, his trust a precious gift. Slowly but surely, you began to warm up to him, seeing beyond the enigmatic facade of Ghost. You started to let your guard down as you started to see him for who he is, slowly letting him in. 

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you underwent a transformation. No longer an outsider, you emerged as a queen in the making with a deep understanding of Kastron’s politics.

- - - - -

(masterlist)

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

[eaglebow09]

A Challenge (BOTW Comic Short)

On a casual day on Hyrule Castle Barracks training grounds Urbosa sees Revali training with his bow. Knowing his competitive and prideful personality she teases him in his over reliance on his archery skills and asks if that is all he can do? And if so, a true warrior is dynamic and adaptable. She then asks him for a friendly spar session to see what he can do. He knows deep down his swordsmanship pales in comparison to Urbosas but his pride makes it impossible to turn her down. And so begins an important lesson in pride for our Rito Champion.

Just a little short comic I did awhile ago. A plot device in my (Revali x OC) webcomic is that Revali leans towards the bow because of his fear of faltering with the blade. It is a constant test on him and he slowly learns that it's ok to be new at things, but first we must contend with the fear of failiure.

#fanart #art #botw #comic #breath of the wild #botw fanart #fanfic #webcomic #revali #rito #urbosa #gerudo #gerudo desert #champions #loz #legend of zelda #zelda #short comic #battle #training #handdrawn #fiction #writing

[pettyprocrastination]

I think that Alicent drilled Aemond on courting when he was young. 

She teaches him about love and care and that a husband should not tolerate his wife, he should cherish her. Aemond is perceptive enough to see the way his father waves off his mother’s concern. The sight of her, the only one to defend him after losing his eye is one that will stick with his for the rest of his life. He promises her that when the time comes and she chooses a match for him, he will be a faithful and loving husband as the Gods (and his mother) intends. 

When it happens and you are named his betrothed you’re....unsettled. 

Not because of his eye. Gods no, you think its beautiful and captivating just like the rest of him. What worries you is that your soon-to-be-husband is...robotic. 

He bows his head and kisses your hand upon introduction. Calls you “my lady” accompanies you to court and walks through the garden, but its all too rehearsed and empty. 

Each move of his hand and word from his mouth sounds as if it has been practice several times over with no emotion behind it. There’s no care within them, only precision. You beleive he’s bored of you. A man of his status has no desire for a wife, only bitter obligation. 

But that isn’t right. 

The truth isn’t that Aemond is cruel or cold to you. He’s inexperienced. 

He is the king’s son, but he hides a vicious scar on his face that ladies of the court whisper when they think he cannot hear them. He knows more of swordsmanship and philosophy than he could ever dream to know about women. 

So when you curtsy and call him “lord husband” he goes silent. He doesn’t know how to respond to you, eyes grazing over his face without fear or disgust but instead curiosity. He falls back on the lessons he had with his mother, of how a man should address a woman and where his hand should lay on your waist never too high and never too low so as to not draw foul rumors to your name. 

All he can hope is that some day he may address you properly without feeling like his mouth is full of cotton and his hands will cease to shake. 

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #also the sweetest image: young aemond sitting during a lesson as his mother explains courting to him #hotd #house of the dragon #tagging so it doesnt flood the dash of my moots that do not care for this show

[augustinewrites]

ayoo... mayhaps we get a moment when Kaeya finally realizes he's ready for kids??

i have been hoarding this ask for way too long and i know in my heart of hearts that kaeya would want to adopt a child

every saturday afternoon, on what’s meant to be your day off, you and kaeya teach a swordsmanship seminar. 

when kaeya had first been given the responsibility by the acting grand master, you’d only tagged along to watch. you handed out water and pretended not to swoon whenever the sun reached its peak and your husband undid a few more buttons of his shirt. 

you’d only started helping out after the incident where bennett had somehow cut mika’s finger off. the seminar had grown so popular that it was hard for him to keep track of all the attendees and all their limbs, apparently. not just amongst the knights and the members of the adventurer’s guild. 

“captain kaeya!” the kids shout, almost trampling over bennett as they rush over to their favourite knight. he greets each one of them by name, patting their heads and ruffling their hair as they gaze up at him, excited for today’s lesson.

he outfits each of them with a wooden training sword, making sure they’re all arms-length apart before beginning. like always, he starts with leading them in a battle cry. 

“knights use battle cries to rally their spirits and remind themselves what they’re fighting for before a battle,” he explains, pointing his sword up high, prompting the children to do the same. “what are you guys passionate about? what are we fighting for today?”

“for sticky honey roast!” a girl with twin pigtails cries out with a passion you think might rival jean’s.

“alright,” he laughs, flashing you a smile when you giggle from the sidelines. “today we learn to fight in the name of sticky honey roast.”

each stance and swing of his sword, the children copy. their footwork is a little wobbly and their sword swings a touch hesitant, but it’s nothing that kaeya can’t fix, squatting down to adjust their footing or their grip. he always seems to know what each child needs, offering gentle words of encouragement and always praising them for a job well done. 

the children look at him like he hung the moon and stars, and kaeya, of course, preens at their attention. they crowd him when they’re done with their lesson, when he rewards them with candies and little trinkets.

“thank you, papa!” the girl with the pigtails exclaims, throwing herself into his arms. the look on kaeya’s face is priceless. 

the sun is setting by the time he’s finished, his arm slung around your shoulder as you walk to angel’s share. 

you glance up at him, nothing the soft remnants of a smile still gracing his face. “you’re in a good mood.”

“of course i am. i have a good life,” he answers, pulling you closer. “and i had a good day, hanging out with those kids.” 

“you’re really good with them,” you nod. “they really love you.”

you’re not surprised, because kaeya is good with everyone. all of mondstadt adores the calvary captain. 

“after i walked them back to the orphanage the headmaster said—” he pauses, seeming uncharacteristically hesitant. “she said i’d be a good father someday.”

“you’d be a great dad,” you murmur, reaching up to pat his hand. 

“do you think about stuff like that? with me, i mean.” 

“no, with huffman,” you tease, causing him to scoff and turn away. you simply laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “kaeya, of course i’ve thought about starting a family with you someday.”

he perks up a little, pausing mid-stride in front of the tavern. “why don’t we start now, then?” 

you gaze flicks toward the door. “is diluc’s future niece or nephew about to be conceived in the back room of his tavern?”

he rubs the back of his neck a little sheepishly. “i mean they could be…but - only if it’s alright with you - i’d actually like to go back to the orphanage. there are a lot of kids here who need parents. and when i think about what crep— about what my father did for me, i want to do that.” 

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on sundays, everyone gathers at the alberich household for dinner (where the main course is always a sticky honey roast, as per a special someone’s request.)

kaeya’s gaze is pulled in your direction when he hears you laugh, conversing with diluc as you weave twin plaits into your daughter’s hair. 

the little boy in his arms (with your eyes and his nose) is restless, eager to be let down to play. so kaeya sets him on the floor, pressing a kiss atop the crown of his head and making sure he’s steady before letting him toddle towards his sister. you coo when she pulls him into her lap, hugging him tightly. 

kaeya leans back in his chair, watching the scene before him unfold with a quiet smile on his face. he’s always felt a little split on the inside, unsure of his place in the world. 

but now he knows that it’s most certainly right here.

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles

[noproofread]

The Swordsman

This is Zoro x afab!reader. Use of "girl". NSFW. Some light choking, and some praise. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, dont do this).

Could be live action or animated versions of Zoro ;)

word count: 1,415

You walked out to the upper deck of the Thousand Sunny. The salty sea air hitting you as you looked out at nothing but blue surrounding you. Your eyes fixate on Zoro. Pirate Hunter Zoro. It almost seemed impossible that such a prolific bounty hunter would join a pirate crew, but you also knew firsthand how charismatic the captain was. You found yourself staring at him. He was training, practicing his sword fighting techniques. You admired the way he moved, aggressive but still graceful. He is very attractive too, you could admit that, it’s not like you’re blind. He’s muscular, his voice is like honey in your ears, and he did make you laugh sometimes. Usopp would often tell the two of you to stop flirting so much but he didn’t know this was just how the friendship was. 

You aren’t the strongest fighter on the crew. Truthfully, Luffy only asked you to join because you ran really fast and he wanted to beat you in a race. Nami’s the one that figured your agility could be useful as support during a fight. Regardless, you felt like you should have some kind of fighting ability if you were going to keep up with the crew and support the future King of the Pirates.

You approached Zoro confidently, having made up your mind about asking him for help. He looked over at you and stopped his exercises. “Hey Zoro! I was just wondering if you could teach me a little sword fighting.” You met his gaze and noticed he raised one eyebrow, clearly surprised and amused at your request. “I don’t teach for free…” He said with that low tone in his voice that you found intoxicating. “You want me to pay your debt to Nami?” You suggest, smirking as if you don’t know what he’s implying. He chuckles softly “Maybe… Maybe I want a different favor…” Zoro winks at you and you laugh softly. “Well I’ll be glad to do this favor for you if you do this favor for me. Plus, it’s worth it if I get to spend more time with you.” You don’t break eye contact with him, he smiles and takes a deep breath.

“Alright, time for some swordsmanship basics.” He stops and looks you over once before continuing “What do you know already?” “I know how to hold it… That’s basically it” You smile at him as he shakes his head. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Alright, first rule is never let your guard down. Always be alert.” He begins to teach you but you don’t retain any information. Your brain stopped listening after the “pretty” comment. “You think I’m pretty?” You blurt out, making the swordsman look at you with a smirk. “Shut up and listen. Let’s work on your stance.” You decide to challenge him a little, what’s a private lesson without some teasing?

“Hmm. I love it when you get all dominant like that. Yes sir.” Zoro chokes a little at your comment before smiling “Good girl. After we get your stance down we’ll move onto attacking and defending. You got that?” You felt your body heat rise, suddenly aware of the thick tension in the air. You played along, seeing how far it could go. “Good girl? Oh… Yes I got that.” You bite your lip and continue with the lesson. “Can you help me with my stance, Zoro? I don’t know if this is right.” You say with a fake innocence in your voice as you look at Zoro, your eyes plead and you see him blush lightly. He smirks and walks over towards you. He grabs your hips, adjusting your stance. You gasp softly at the sudden contact of his hands on you. “There, now you hold the sword like this.” He speaks, his voice softer now. Zoro slides a sword in between your hands, carefully placing your hands on the back of the sword with his own. Your breath hitches, you press your back closer to him as you slowly turn your head to look at him. “Am I doing it right, Zoro?” Your voice with a sultry undertone to it, your eyes meet his. “You’re a natural…” His voice is down to a whisper as his eyes are looking at your lips. The air feels thick around you. You feel him press himself against your back, his breathing is heavy, being affected by the tension between you. 

You feel his arousal grow, unable to hold yourselves back anymore he kisses you passionately. The sword clatters on the floor as you throw your arms around his neck. You feel Zoro’s hands travel down your back, clamping down on your ass before giving you a boost allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you up. His tongue teases your bottom lip as you open your mouth, allowing him to enter your mouth. His tongue feels soft on yours, you groan into his mouth. Zoro manages to walk into the men’s quarters. And to your benefit, it’s empty.

Zoro puts you down, pressing himself against you. Leaving a messy trail of kisses on your neck. You buck your hips, desperate for any type of friction as heat pools in your lower stomach. Zoro moans into your mouth as you grind your hips into his, feeling his hard dick inside his pants. His hands move under your shirt, cupping your breasts as you decide to unbutton his pants. He chuckles and pulls away just enough to have room to take off his pants. As he undresses himself, you quickly do the same. Suddenly, you feel Zoro’s hands rubbing your legs, moving upwards towards your thighs. You shiver at his touch as you feel his fingers trace the outline of your pussy. You stifle back a moan, looking over at him. He looks back at you, licking his lips slightly, his eyes black with lust. He lines his dick up with your entrance, deciding to tease you a little bit. He rubs the tip of his dick against your clit, earning a loud moan from you as he throws his own head back. You feel dizzy, desperate for him. “Zoro please…” You whine. He smirks. “Begging for me already? But you were doing so good for me.” He leans down and places a rough kiss on your lips. You buck your hips once again, wanting more friction. The swordsman chuckles against your lips. “Eager are we?” He whispers against your lips. You look up at him. “Please, I need you Zoro…”

“How could I say no to you?” He growls as he slowly enters you. The feeling of him stretching you is overwhelming. You moan loudly as he fills you up. Zoro groans into the crook of your neck. Your hands run down his back, scratching as they go. Zoro begins with a steady pace. He raises your hips slightly, the position provides friction for your clit, earning more moans from you. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.” Zoro strains his words as his movements become more aggressive. “Zoro…” You moan his name, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from being too loud. Zoro groans, his pace speeding up and becoming messier. “You take it so good, fuck.” Zoro can barely speak, ramming into you. You can feel yourself reaching your climax. Zoro lets go of your hips, bringing his hand to your neck. Your eyes widen in surprise as you meet Zoro’s gaze. He bites his bottom lip as he tightens his grip on your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by the feeling of him slamming into you and his hand on your neck. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” Zoro whispers into your ear as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. As you hear his voice followed by more grunts, your vision gets blurry as you reach your high. Your walls clamp down on him, making Zoro also reach his climax. His grip on your neck tightens a little more as you both ride out your highs. 

Zoro rolls over, pulling out of you and panting. You feel the absence of him as you try to catch your own breath. After a couple of minutes you finally speak. “Hell of a sword fighting lesson huh?” He chuckles. “We might need to make these lessons a regular thing if you plan on learning anything… A little at a time I guess.”

#one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece #one piece smut #x reader

[1-800-dreams]

☏ · · · ▷ CALL INCOMING

· · · ▷ caller id. yandere!second prince x gn!reader

· · · ▷ cw. murder, general yandere content

yandere!second prince who has always been better than his older brother, and he holds that above his head. he's taller, stronger, faster, and smarter, and he's the younger one, why wouldn't he make fun of his older siblings?

yandere!second prince who has always resented his parents for choosing his older brother to be next in the line for the throne. can't they see that he's stupid? he knows nothing about running a kingdom. why won't they leave it to him instead?

yandere!second prince who sees you in the courtyard one day, mulling around, watering flowers. you're the new gardener? what happened to the other one? oh... you're his child? well.... that makes sense...

yandere!second prince who begins to see you everyday outside as you tend to the flowers. you're so diligent with your duties and the flowers are so pretty now! he used to despise flowers but suddenly he feels a strange attachment to them. he commands that a fresh bundle of flowers is placed in his room every week because of his new attachment.

yandere!second prince who hears you talk to your students while you're teaching a gardening class. you know so much about flowers, it's quite astounding! you're smart... and incredible... much smarter than some others he knows anyways... but he's pulled in by your knowledge and passion. sure you got a few things wrong, but that's nothing a few lessons from him can't fix...

yandere!second prince who begins to be more forward with you. he's ignored because he's the second prince, so he can pretty much do whatever he wants. he begins lingering around the garden more, looking at the flowers... but mostly looking at you...

yandere!second prince who constantly attempts to show off in front of you. somedays he'll wear a shirt that's too small, somedays he'll practice his swordsmanship in the garden, somedays he'll do his advanced classwork in front of you, making very loud remarks. what kind of person do you like? well, he's at least one of them, he tells himself. he has a chance with you.

yandere!second prince who finally talks to you for the first time and hands you a bouquet of flowers, much to your demise. what? but he thought you liked flowers! you have to explain to him that you do, but the idea of flowers dying is not very appealing to you. he stops ordering bouquets for his room after that conversation.

yandere!second prince who begins sending you dead animals. if you don't like flowers, maybe you'll like this! all gifts are typically dead anyways, who knows? he'll almost always send them with a card written in impeccable handwriting and a small piece of jewelry.

yandere!second prince who sees you hanging out with his older brother, but thinks nothing of it at first. you're friendly enough. his older brother must just be pestering you because he's bored. he watches silently from afar, making sure nothing bad happens.

yandere!second prince who finds about his brother's affection for you. what? his brother is sending you flowers? doesn't he know you don't like bouquets? only he knows what you like! (not really, but he's making some educated guesses)

yandere!second prince who finally confronts his brother about it, leading to a duel to the death. yandere!second prince can't stand the idea that his brother, a useless man, could possibly be trying to court you.

yandere!second prince who wins easily, much to his delight. he makes his brother's death look like a murder and he leaves to go find you to tell you the good news.

yandere!second prince who is both devastated and overjoyed to find out that because his brother is dead, now he has to take the mantle of king. isn't this what he always wanted? but now he'll have to marry some princess from a far off land to gain power... he doesn't want that!

yandere!second prince who only wants you. if he's the heir, why can't he have both? why can't he have the crown and you? he doesn't understand! he slowly starts seeing less and less of you, and he begins to go insane from the thought.

yandere!second prince who eventually demands that he have gardening lessons replace his economics lessons. he's already taken this course anyways. it wouldn't hurt to take something that would be a bit recreational.

yandere!second prince who appoints you as his teacher. you know so much about flowers and plants, after all. too bad you probably don't know much about wedding planning, or you would be fully involved in his newest project.

"hm... did you plant this yourself? it's very impressive... hmm... teach me how you do it. you know... it reminds me a bit of you. delicate... easy to break... hm? oh, no, my flower. it's nothing. i'm just wondering how you got it to grow like this... hm... too bad i won't have time to take care of a specimen such at this... i shouldn't have killed him, damnit."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere prince

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

I find very interesting that both Ned and Catelyn are products of the westerosi backwards society. Don't get me wrong, both are good, moral characters but also they buy into the society's patriarchy. Ned telling Arya that one day she will have a good marriage as a way to reassure her that everything will turn out fine when she clearly wants power of her own instead of simply having a powerful husband. And Catelyn having a strong opinion on how highborn women should look/act. Of course not everything is black and white, Ned does let his daughter have her swordsmanship lessons since it's something she's interested at and Catelyn arguing with Robb that her daughters are as important hostages as Jaime Lannister and that they should exchange him to get them back.

#ned stark #catelyn stark #house stark #valyrianscrolls #both are very interesting and complex characters

[mochidoodle]

I am so dearly in love with your Royal Guard AU, and your most recent art just reignited my passion for both this specific au and SxF as a whole since the first season ended, and the manga chapters having a slower pace of release.

Would Sylvia be Loid's royal retainer? His chief advisor?

And in your AU, if there are such things as different schools and scholars of magic, what spellcraft would Yuri study in?

Also, Anya is just deadly adorable is a teeny tiny Forest Imp.

Ahh I'm so glad you enjoy it!! To answer your questions...

Sylvia is a renowned and respected scholar. She tutors Prince Loid in history and governance, while other known WISE agents from the series (such as the old mustache man we often see, or Loid's recruiter from the manga) are his etiquette and swordsmanship tutors. Sylvia will eventually rise to be his chief advisor when Loid succeeds his father.

Speaking of his father, I imagine the king to have the same personality as Loid's father in the manga — cold and unsympathetic; focused on matters of war. Loid's mother, the queen, passed away when he was a child. As a result, Loid ends up confiding a lot in his older sister figure, Sylvia, although she does get quite strict with his lessons and he often sneaks away into town. This is where he meets Yor the Barmaid while posing as Loid the Definitely Not a Prince.

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Yuri would be a mage-in-training at the elite magic academy, Eden. Since magic is very prevalent in this AU, it's not farfetched to say that most education will include the basics of magecraft. However, Eden produces cream of the crop scholars who feed into King Forger's war machine against their neighboring rival, Ostania.

Yuri is personally interested in communication and intelligence runes. Although in this AU he is on the side of Westalis, his research and snoopy personality will get him into trouble with the Ostanian underworld. He and Yor will discover they have ties to the Ostanian dark mage association, The Garden, which will begin driving a rift between the siblings as it pits loyalty to their blood against their loyalty to the Westalian crown.

Briar family backstory: Their parents were Garden defectors who fled to Westalis and attempted to raise their children as a normal family. The Shopkeeper killed them, but not before they successfully sent Yor/Yuri away to a big city orphanage, where they blended in with the countless orphans of war. (Side note: this is also why Yor is unwilling to let Anya go without a family again.) Things will pick up in the current timeline when the Shopkeeper returns to tie up loose ends...

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And finally, Anya, our little forest imp! She is a rare type of forest imp, even amongst those of her kind, prized for her ability to read minds. Unfortunately, mythical beings like sprites, spirits, fairies, and imps have been hunted for their body parts to create powerful elixirs and magic weapons. Gruesomely driven to extinction by the West-East wars, Anya is one of the last of her kind, and Loid/Yor do their utmost to keep her hidden from military research groups.

And guess who is the son of the president of Westalis Military Mage Tech? Damian Desmond. 🙃

#spy x family #loidyor #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger #royal guard AU #I had to move most of the characters into Westalis because of Loid's station #but I tried to keep most of the dynamics along a similar vein #long post #mochi mail