Unexpected Meeting - Closed Starter
@radicheart
It wasn't often Stolas ventured into Pentagram City. Of anywhere in Pride, that was where one was most likely to encounter sinner demons. It wasn't that he had anything against sinner demons, but he preferred to avoid things such as turf wars. However, today he was visiting the princess's hotel. He was quite curious about the place. After all, there had never been a facility like it before. Stolas was one of the more open-minded among the Ars Goetia family and was interested not only in Charlie herself, but also the demons she was allegedly rehabilitating.
Upon reaching the hotel, he found himself greeted not by the princess, but by a sinner demon. And not just any sinner demon, a well-known Overlord. Even demons of Stolas's rank and status had heard of the Radio Demon. He had heard enough about him to realize that was who this was. It was a bit of a shock, coming face to face with the Radio Demon in a place like this.
Stalling for a moment in the doorway, he greeted the man, "Hello! Good afternoon to you! I am Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia. I've come to see the hotel. I was hoping Princess Morningstar might be about somewhere?"
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Sheepherder
Brain no worky, so special of the day at our fine establishment is a well-aged classic piece from my fanfiction.net days. Now with a fresh coat of paint!
Fire Emblem Heroes really had my entire soul in a vice back in 2020, so when a Valentine's Day event featured Shadows of Valentia characters... Well, that was it for me. Crack ship brain rot has left the station. Toot toot!
The resulting story is one of my favorites, and I think it still holds up with a pass for grammar and verbiage. So give it a look!
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Fandom: Fire Emblem (Echoes: Shadows of Valentia)
Pairing: Genny/Tobin
Summary: When Alm and Celica's parties converge at the liberated Zofia Castle, the future rulers' absence leaves time for their friends to mingle and create some unexpected connections. A meet-cute originally posted for Valentine's Day!
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“Right, uh…” He throws out his hand, the sudden motion making Genny flinch. “I’m Tobin. Deliverance soldier, mercenary for hire. All-around cool guy.”
His goofy optimism breaks some of Genny’s guard. She giggles as she takes his hand.
“Genny,” she nods. “Novis cleric. Daughter of Mila. And, I suppose, novelist of some capacity.”
“A lovely one at that.”
Rather than shaking her hand, Tobin pulls it toward him so he can politely kiss the knuckle of her middle finger.
It's a cheesy facsimile of a chivalrous gesture, especially coupled with the enthusiastic grin he exposes as her hand departs.
Yet… She falls for it.
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HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............
i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.
("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")
you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.
your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.
truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.
it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.
or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.
enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.
—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.
it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.
you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.
"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."
"i already have."
"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."
and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—
shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"
you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."
that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.
much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.
there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.
and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.
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I fell in love with @bonus-links' Wake... And he annihilated my art block :D
This is technically a pannel redraw from the last update, but I got too carried away and slapped a background onto it too !
I am very obsessed with Bonus Links' designs and story. Can't wait to see more of these little guys. Please please please check the comic if you haven't already, it's so good !
Close-up on his face & alternate version under the cut :
(I liked the white contours, but ultimately felt like he was more incorporated in the drawing without it)
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"Just a minute," said Lobsang. "Who are you? Time has stopped, the world is given over to...fairy tales and monsters, and there's a schoolteacher running around?"
"Best kind of person to have," said Susan. "We don't like silliness. Anyway, I told you...I've inherited certain talents."
"Like living outside time?"
"That's one of them."
"It's a weird talent for a schoolteacher!"
"Good for grading papers, though," said Susan, calmly.
Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time
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