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rookthorne · 11 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

The relationship was forbidden, you knew the risks and you knew what the punishment would be if you were found out — oh, the court scandal it would cause. It didn’t deter the need to see them, though, nor the bout of friendly competition you craved.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♔ Stableboys!Stucky x Princess!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ♔ 2.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ♔ Fluff, forbidden and polyamorous relationship, spicy tension

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ♔ My first Royalty AU!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ♔ Run Boy Run by Woodkid

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ♔ @stuckybingo Ｎ１ — Royalty AU — Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The grounds were alive – knights and commoners mingling as they went about their day, and you managed a small smile at everyone that bowed or curtsied as you passed. Your guards, a parade more so for show than protection, flanked your side while your friend and court lady, Kate, strode just a step behind you.

It was a pleasant day, too. The sun’s rays cast brightly across the vividly painted buildings and brought life to even the darkest shadows, a light pleasant breeze moved your hair and ruffled the hem of your dress – which in all fairness, you despised. Being trapped in the godforsaken dress your mother had insisted upon was a burden almost as heavy as the tiara back in your wing of the castle.

You craved freedom. To ride alongside the guards and the knights, to work amongst the commoners – to learn what it was like for your people. There was freedom in normalcy, in lack of extravagance, and you feared you’d never know, nor experience it.

That changed, however, when the head of the stable hired two young men from the populace to help in his ageing years.

“I cannot chase the horses much longer, my lady,” John had said. A wince of pain and a note of breathlessness in his voice. You were saddened, struck suddenly by just how old he was – the man that had taught you everything there was to know about horses, especially yours. “There will be two new hands in the coming days. They are coming from the outskirts, but I am assured they will take the greatest care of your beloved.”

In your grief – not only for him stepping down to enjoy a much deserved retirement, but for when the day would come, it would be severely frowned upon to see him again – you could only smile softly at him and place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. The display of affection would have been frowned upon, but you were alone with your mentor – there was no one around to judge nor crucify you.

A couple of days after John had told you the news, the new stable boys arrived, as expected, bright and early. The announcement of their arrival had roused you from your quarters faster than Kate could call out after you to slow down. You had spent the day down in the stables with them, learning their names and intrigued by the way they interacted with the horses, and one another.

There was a tenderness you couldn’t explain between them. The soft tones of their voices, and their happy smiles – it was like you were watching your parents, it was only then when you realised that they were not all that they seemed.

“Your Highness!��

Startled back to the present, your gaze snapped to the stable doors, and you grinned. James was standing at the open door, two bales of hay in his arms and a bright smile on his face. He didn’t rush towards you as he had every other time he had greeted you, so you chose to lengthen your stride and cover the distance.

“Hello, James,” you said happily, and you heard Kate scoff quietly behind you. “How do you do?”

“Just fine, my lady,” Bucky winked, and he gestured inside the barn with a nod of his head. “Come see Steve, he will be happy to see you.”

“I’m sure he would,” Kate mumbled, and you shot her a look. “What? It’s not like it’s not obvious.”

“Hush, Kate,” you whispered back, pulling her along while the guards stood at attention either side of the wide doorway. Kate only rolled her eyes and threw you a knowing smirk, which you didn’t dignify with a response.

The guard’s horses looked over as you strode down between the stalls and you stopped to pat every single one, a low nicker or snort in greeting all you received in return, but you knew by their soft eyes and relaxed ears they were happy; well loved and cared for, as they should be.

“Stevie,” Bucky called, and Steve poked his head around the end stall, his face already smudged with dirt and blond hair filled with straw. “Her Highness is here.”

“I see that, Buck,” Steve said, grinning just as bright. You smiled back when he inclined his head.

It was all for show, this you knew – had you been alone, both he and James would have embraced you tightly, and you would have sighed happily at being back in their arms.

Idle chatter took place as they greeted Kate, and you wandered over to the stall opposite, peering inside to find your steed dozing lazily. “Hello, my love,” you whispered, watching while her ears perked up and her eyes brightened. “How are you doing? I have missed you,” you cooed, taking her muzzle in your hands and scratching gently.

“She has been very well behaved,” Steve said suddenly, standing just behind you to reach over and scratch your mare’s ears. “She has missed you too,” he continued, before lowering his voice so only you could hear, “so have we.”

“Kate,” you called suddenly, and out of nowhere she appeared at your shoulder. “See that the guard arranges for me to take the trails, I feel the need to stretch my legs. I shall not need protection for both Steve and James will take me.”

The air became heavy with apprehension and you continued to stare at Kate, watching as her doubtful gaze and nervous fidgeting turned into an unbearable smugness. “I will see to it.”

James was staring between you and Kate before he looked at Steve, eyebrows raised. You watched Kate walk towards the barn door and pause just by the head guard, talking quietly and then she pulled him along, the others falling in step.

“That was easy,” you said. Both James and Steve laughed.

“Where are we going, exactly?” James asked, standing close to Steve. It was endearing to see them so close. It was as affectionate as they could be with one another out in the open. “I mean, I have no objections, but Princess, there are not many places we could take you and be hidden away from prying eyes…”

You smirked. “Sure there are, handsome.”

Steve snorted and James opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it in favour of narrowing his eyes at you – the grey of his eyes turning dark with suspicion.

“Your clothes are still in there,” Steve said, pointing towards a closed door that led to where the royal guard’s tack was stored. “We will saddle up.” The two of them turned to two stalls, but stopped when you took one step towards the closed door. “Do you need help getting out of- you know,” Steve asked, pointing at the corset.

It was James’ turn to snort and you shook your head, chuckling quietly. “Nice try,” James said, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “Real nice try, punk.”

“Can you blame me for trying?” Steve questioned, raising his hands in surrender.

You only continued to shake your head and strode to the tack room, leaving the two fools to laugh and ready the horses. The outfit was nondescript, a simple pair of riding trousers and knee high boots, and since you planned on giving Steve and Bucky a run for their money, it was an easy way to blend in – no one would be able to tell that you were a royal as you rode past them as fast as the wind.

Two sabres were hidden by the door when you turned to exit, and you grabbed them, pulling down two belts from the wall that were hidden behind bridles. They would need them considering they were covertly master swordsmen, and you would feel safer, too – leaving the grounds without your guards still felt much too foreign, frightening to consider not having actual protection.

“We’re ready, Princess,” Bucky said, his words muffled by the wooden door. “Are you okay in there?”

In lieu of an answer, you opened the door and allowed James a singular second of shock to see you in such attire, before you strode forward, dramatically ushering him out of the stupor he was stuck in and then shoving a sabre and belt into his hands. “We have little time before sun down, James, let us move.”

Steve gratefully accepted the belt and sabre, while Bucky stood there, stunned.

You then heard a muffled curse and smirked, making a show of swiftly mounting your mare and hearing James and Steve follow suit. “Where to?” Steve asked, fastening the belt around his waist.

“Orchard,” you stated simply. Your mare strode forward as you squeezed her sides and you smiled, feeling the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair.

Steve and James followed closely behind on their own horses, flanking you like your guards would and they eyed the crowd until you reached the gates of the fence circling the grounds. Turning in your saddle slightly, you watched the two of them exchange glances, hesitant and confused. “What is it?” James asked, brow raised as he stared into your face.

“Race you there?”

“What?” Steve gaped. He suddenly started shaking his head and you pouted.

“Winner gets-” You trailed off, coyly stalling for time so you could shift in the saddle, your mare seeming to sense the friendly competition brewing and pawing the ground. “I know,” you gasped, making both boys jump. “Winner gets a kiss.”

“Oh, you’re on,” James said fiercely, a proud smirk on his lips. Steve still looked hesitant. “C’mon, punk, you know you want to, you want her-”

“Enough! Enough,” Steve called, blushing bright red.

You grinned triumphantly and turned to face forward, setting yourself up properly in the saddle and slacking the reins. James and Steve walked their horses to stand either side of you and the air crackled with tension, an excitement like no other – you felt alive, and determined to win.

“Ready?” Steve smirked, and Bucky nodded. “May the best man win,” you goaded, and your mare leapt into a gallop, tearing down the lane while you whooped.

The wind whipped your hair back and you breathed slowly, steadily while your mare galloped, the strong muscles of her back and side rippled with the effort – she wasn’t slowing down, she was gaining ground and she was gaining it fast. “Go, girl!”

Muffled shouts of protest echoed from behind you, but you ignored them, leaning forward and slacking the reins even more and letting your steed run – the strides of her powerful legs just as fast as the blood pumping through your veins.

It was unlike anything else, feeling the fierce power between your knees and the trust that flowed from your hands into the animal carrying you. There was no way to replicate it. The realisation made you breathless and you squeezed your legs just a little tighter, willing the impossible – like magic, your mare snorted and hastened, the speed almost throwing you from the saddle.

You couldn’t help it, you cried out in exhilaration, your hands coming to rest on your mare’s neck while she tore around a bend, not slowing the slightest. “Almost there, girl, c’mon,” you rushed, and she huffed, powering impossibly faster.

“Oh, come on!” Steve yelled, and you chanced a glance over your shoulder, only to laugh. James had overtaken him and had swerved to cut him off – looking not in the slightest sorry for his skulduggery.

The trees of the orchard loomed, turning the once green trail into blooms of colour; gold, orange, and red flew by, painting a mural you would associate with victory. “Whoa, girl, easy,” you soothed, taking the reins and tightening them so she would slow to a canter, then a trot, and finally, a walk. “We won!”

Steve and James slowed their stallions to a walk, panting with the rush and grinning widely. “That you did, sweetheart,” James said, dismounting swiftly and walking towards a grove of trees. Your heart quickened at the endearment that he saved for when the three of you were truly alone. “You know what that means?”

“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you, Buck?” Steve lamented, pouting while he followed behind his lover like a kicked lamb.

“Oh, boys,” you cooed, dismounting and letting your mare catch her breath. The trees James led you to were close to one another, shrouding a small clearing from view of any passerby. It was the perfect hideaway – no one would find you here. “I think I want to claim my prize,” you mused, coming to a standstill just behind the two stableboys. “But I don’t know how I want it.”

Both James and Steve turned to stare at you, and you looked at them through your lashes, a small, playful smile quirking your lips.

“I know of a way, precious,” Steve said, and he crowded you against a tree. The rough skin of his hand brushed against your cheek and you chased his lips. He swallowed the quiet gasp that you couldn’t suppress when he placed his lips over yours for a hungry kiss, claiming you in the way he knew you liked.

“Hey, what about me?” James pouted, and Steve was suddenly ripped away from you, only to be pulled into a rough kiss with James, the show making your thighs squeeze tightly together.

You became impatient and pulled at James’ arm, whining quietly and slotting yourself between them and asserting that you were not pleased with being left out. “I believe I am the one that won that race.”

Both of them chuckled quietly. “You did, sweetheart,” James purred and you looked up at him while Steve pressed close, his front flush with your back.

“You deserve your reward – what d’you say, Buck?” Steve asked, moving his arm to wrap around your stomach and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Oh, she does,” James replied. A harsh breath left you as Steve lightly bit the juncture of your neck and shoulder. James smirked. “That she does.”

It was dark by the time the three of you reached the stables back home, and you couldn’t help but feel excited for another excuse for a race – Kate’s smug smile and knowing glint in her eyes be damned.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜��𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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cosmosnout · 10 months

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Dimitri would be an incredible dad I’m so convinced of it

#and like regardless of if he ends up with anyone hed be a wonderful parent #I like to imagine that he might adopt children #Dimidad makes me scream and cry and trash around like a wild animal #he is so dear to me guys #art #digital art #my art #fanart #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe dimitri #fe3h dimitri #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #digital illustration #also also id like to think the kids would have russian on slavic inspired names #Nikolai and Anastasia would be very nice i think #sketch #doodle

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 8 months

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(Honkai: Star Rail/FE: Engage) Stelle, March 7th, Rosado, and Alear with a wolf-like S/O

Nah, it's all good! As long as you don't write the entire bloody imagine yourself/send an entire essay I don't mind. Hope you enjoy, @fenristsukigami!

Stelle doesn't have a strong feeling for S/O's wolf-traits. She had a feeling she would have met something like them at some point.

That being said, she definitely thinks some of their traits are cute, like their tail wagging or their ears twitching whenever she pet their head.

Her deadpan expression usually turns into a smile when she feels them cuddle against her and feels their tail on her. It was like a secondary pillow.

Somtimes, Stelle likes to tease them on it.

(Stelle) "Hey, can I see your tail real quick?"

She then says nothing as her head just plops onto it.

(S/O) "Is that all you wanted?"

(Stelle) "Yup."

March 7th thinks S/O is the cutest thing in the world whenever she sees their tail wag upon seeing her.

She has a couple dozen images of them on her phone every week.

Yet their wolf-traits also irk her, because that means she cannot get away with anything.

She once tried to sneak up on S/O, and admittedly she was doing a good job of barely making any noise.

However, she wasn't completely silent and S/O's ears twitched and immediately spun around to March with a pillow ready to hit, only to get countered by S/O.

(March 7th) "Dang your fantastic hearing! You're lucky that little ear twitch is so cute!"

(S/O) "Not my fault you're too loud!"

Rosado isn't too weirded out by S/O having wolf-like traits, considering the deities are dragons.

Though now that he thought on it, they didn't exactly have any dragon-like traits either besides changing forms.

Regardless, he likes cuddling up right next to them and thinks of all sorts of bows to decorate their tail with!

Rosado especially loves teasing them and watching their physical reactions.

As for the howling...

(Rosado) "Dear, I can hear that howl from all the way in my room. It's impressive that you and Pandero can get that loud, but still...!"

Other than that, Rosado doesn't mind his S/O's traits one bit.

(Rosado) "S/O, we need to see how this ribbon looks on you! Raise your a tail a little for me, pretty please?"

Considering she was a dragon, she didn't really flinch at S/O's wolf traits, though admittedly they were the first she's seen.

She didn't even know those type of people existed, to be frank.

However, Alear's heart skips a beat when she sees how happy S/O is around her just based on their reaction.

Even when they don't say anything, their tail swishing energetically left and right is a great indicator of their mood.

Alear doesn't tease or even bring much attention to their traits, at least not aloud.

(Alear) "Heh, no wonder people think it's cute...Hm? Oh, it's nothing, just muttering to myself, S/O."

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail headcanons #stelle x reader #march 7th x reader #fire emblem engage imagines #fire emblem engage x reader #fire emblem engage headcanons #rosado fe x reader #alear fe x reader #rosado fire emblem #alear fire emblem

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enzos-shit · 4 months

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needed cuddles

fluff

chan wants to work on his laptop, but someone always occupies the space in his lap.

word count: 542 (sorry its kinda short😭😭)

It had been a long day of dance practice and dealing with the seven other members of Stray Kids for Chan, and all he had wanted to do since he finished practicing was to cuddle you until he had to go help get dinner set up for the guys. Unfortunately, he remembered that Changbin had asked him to keep working on the lyrics for the song they were working on for their next comeback.

He enters your apartment, practically dragging his feet into the living room as he places his bag on the floor, plops down on the couch, and throws his head back in exhaustion.

You hear the commotion Chan causes and run into the living room excitedly, hands hidden by Chan's oversized sweatshirt you had on.

Once you see Chan looking all sulky, your eyes flitting over the tired man in front of you, you lay down on the couch next to him, laying your head atop his thighs.

He lifts his head back up to look at you and you see his gaze soften as it falls on you. He smiles softly down at you, reaching his hand down to stroke your hair.

No words are exchanged, but you see the tired look in his eyes, frowning as you gaze up at him. You sit up and straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. He smiles and wraps his arms around you as well; hands playing gently with the ends of your hair.

"Thank you, darling," he mumbles into your shoulder, contentedly humming softly. You just hum into his shoulder, fingers moving to mess with the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both just sit there in each other's embrace for a while, relishing in the comforting silence and warmth of the other.

You lift your head up when Chan mumbles your name, looking at him. He smiles at you, flashing his loved dimples, peppering your face with kisses. One on your forehead, then your nose, then one on each of your cheeks before finally placing a peck on your lips.

You smile at him as he pulls back, ears red. "I love you so so much, darling," he says to you, smiling as he pulls you back in for another kiss.

All of a sudden, Chan's phone rings. You both turn to the sound and Chan sighs as he picks up the phone, answering the call. He almost immediately pulls the phone away from his ear, a frantic I.N screaming being heard even when away from the phone.

He places the phone back to his ear when I.N seems to no longer be yelling, asking him what's happening. He hums at what I.N is saying, nodding occasionally as he sighs, telling him he'll be right home before hanging up.

"Han and Hyunjin managed to start a fight with both Seungmin and Lee Know and now the four are wreaking havoc in the dorm," he explains, looking at you. "And apparently I am the only human being who can resolve this," he sighs, pouting as you get up off his lap. "Sorry darling, I'll make it up to you, I promise." he says, grabbing his backpack and pecking your forehead as he walks out of your apartment.

#skz reader insert #bang chan #x reader #stray kids #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #fluff #chan #bang chan x reader #short #fe #fem reader #cuddles #cuddling & snuggling #kisses

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z-1-wolfe · 4 months

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shout out to conquest for being the first fe game i played 8 years ago

#fire emblem fanart #fire emblem fates #fe corrin #fe xander #fe camilla #fe elise #fe leo #i like to imagine leo and corrin beat up each other often #just like how regular competitive sinlings do #its all good fun though #zenta draws #i might clean up a few of thr sketches later

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oklotea · 4 months

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The dynamic these two have in my mind is unmatchable

#I CAN IMAGINE ANYTHING..... *stares at you with evil in my eyes*#human chazcory strikes again!#chazcory #chickory #chazckory #trolls #chaz trolls #trolls chaz #hickory trolls #trolls hickory #tea art 🎨#im currently working on a pretty ambitious projest so be aware i'll mostly be posting lazy pencil sketches to keep everyone (and myself) fe #oklo makes a post

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mbti-notes · 2 months

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Being introverted (INFJ), I've worked hard on social skills and I'm proud to say socializing is less tiring than it used to be, but I'm coming to face the reality that it will always be tiring. Is there another way except socializing to feel connected to the world?

One's relationship to the world is mediated through the two extraverted functions, which are Fe and Se in INFJ. To simplify, Fe is about feeling connected, whereas Se is about being connected. Why is this seemingly minor distinction important?

One of the great advantages of being INFJ is that you are gifted with great powers of imagination. With Ni+Fe, you possess a unique capacity to conjure connections to the world. This means you can form a strong emotional bond with anything in the world, simply because you want to.

You might quibble with the word "conjure" because it sounds like you're just inventing something, and how can something fake or unreal be truly meaningful? I don't see it that way. A feeling is real, and feeling connected benefits your emotional well-being in very real ways. The benefits include: contentment, joy, love, fulfillment, and a sense of mattering. Life is hard enough, so why deprive yourself of this gift?

Yes, conjuring connections becomes a problem when it is the only means through which you can connect with the world (aka trapped in your own head). This is why it's important to strike the right balance between feeling connected and actually being connected. Fe development will only help quell Se grip if it leads to at least some concrete connections in the real world. Thus, social connection with real people is absolutely necessary, but it doesn't have to be the only or even the primary means of worldly connection.

It's always quite sad to me to see INFJs suffer from having their imagination stifled or oppressed. If you are one of them, perhaps you're wondering how to go about conjuring connections. To feel "bonded" to something is essentially to deeply love that thing, which requires opening your heart to it. I can give you simple examples from the many INFJs I've met. Some INFJs feel a strong bond with the authors that inspire them. Some feel a strong bond with nature, plants, or animals. Some feel a strong bond with creative works like music or paintings. Some feel a strong bond with sacred objects. Some feel a strong bond to particular places, times, or events.

Since you can form a strong emotional bond with anything, the only limit is your imagination. The more you work to expand your imagination, the more receptive your eyes will become, and the more opportunities you'll discover for filling your heart with love. People often chase love as though it's an elusive object out there in the world. Unfortunately, they don't realize that love can be willed into existence and actively infused into life, so there is no need to be so starved or desperate for it. Since you're very easily fatigued by socializing, you might be missing this key ingredient. If you approached people with a heart full of love, you might find socializing to be easier and much more fulfilling.

#infj #auxiliary fe #inferior se #imagination #connection #love #ask

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