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anomander-dragnipurake · 4 years

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Ghosts

I initially had the idea to do this fic a while ago, even before I started writing my first Super Mario fic. I finally got around to it for Halloween after being reminded of the idea via coming across a fanart piece that depicted a similar idea. I'd link it because it's sort of fic inspiration but it's buried deep in the Bowuigi tag on Tumblr and in the reblogs on my main blog.

Of course the hotel was haunted, why wouldn’t it be? Just when he thought he was finally free of having to deal with ghosts, this had to happen. Finding the Poltergust in the garage – indicating E. Gadd was here somewhere too, probably trapped in a portrait – was a sheer stroke of luck because Luigi had neglected to bring his own ghost hunting equipment. This one was the new model E. Gadd had been telling him about too which was neat expect for the fact that he now had to use it to deal with a hotel full of ghosts.

Before getting to that though, he glanced around the garage one last time to make sure he was alone before pulling out his phone. He needed to call Bowser, tell him not to come day after tomorrow after all. They’d been planning to have him show up at the hotel a couple days later and then finally reveal their relationship to Mario and Peach because away from home while on vacation when everyone was already in a good mood seemed like a good place to do that. But ghosts had happened instead so it’d have to wait.

Though it wasn’t super late into the night yet, hopefully Bowser would already be sleeping so Luigi could just leave a message. There was a very real chance Bowser would want to come anyway to punch the ghosts over their plans being ruined and only get himself in trouble. Luigi would rather not have to try to dissuade him from that so… He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said. “Aren’t you normally in bed by now?”

“Uh… yeah but um… well turns out the hotel’s haunted, it was a trap from King Boo. He uh… yeah, stuff happened and I have to deal with it.” He needed to save Mario and Peach, the Toads too. “So, you probably shouldn’t come after all. We’ll have to tell them… later.” Both of them had kept finding reasons to put it off, figures after finally committing to a plan something would go wrong with it.

“He got Mario again, didn’t he?”

“Yep and Peach and the Toads and probably E. Gadd too, since his car is here but he’s not.”

Bowser grunted. “How does King Boo keep beating Mario when I never could?”

“Please not now.” Mario was in danger; Luigi didn’t want to hear about Bowser’s rivalry with him when that was a thing.

“Oh uh… all right, sorry. You okay?” All the gruff bravado was gone from Bowser’s voice now. Instead he sounded concerned which meant Luigi’s plea had been filled with more desperation than he’d intended.

“No, not really.” How could he be in this situation? What if he couldn’t beat King Boo this time? Or what if… King Boo took it further and killed Mario before Luigi could get there to even try to save him?

“Right, you’re afraid of ghosts, huh?”

“I know I probably shouldn’t be anymore.” He’d dealt with two full hauntings and captured King Boo twice as well so logically he shouldn’t be afraid anymore but alas, his fear had never been rooted in anything logical. “But… they’re still scary.” He leaned against E. Gadd’s car, holding back a grown. This ‘adventure’ had only just started and he was already tired.

“All righty then,” Bowser said as if reaching some kind of decision. “I’ll go over and beat the ghosts up for you. Except me in however long it takes my fastest air ship to get there.”

“What? No, no, no, you don’t need to come down here. I can handle it on my own.” It was too late though; the line was dead.

Luigi groaned as he flipped his phone closed to slip back into his pockets. Now he had to save his brother and friends and watch out for when Bowser arrived to hopefully make sure King Boo didn’t get him too. Could the night get any worse?

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The hotel was rather drab looking in the dark of night, there wasn’t a light on anywhere inside it. It had looked much better in the brochures so it was a disappointment all around. Vacation wasn’t what Bowser was here for though so whatever. Maybe a dark hotel would serve as a good arena to beat up some ghosts and King Boo though.

Mario was going to be so shocked when he saw it was Bowser who’d save him this time. That would count as finally besting him too, right? Defeating the person who’d defeated him was basically a victory over both of them, right? So, this was going to be a fun outing after all.

With a signal from him, the ship flew in closer to hover over the roof. “Circle at a distance until I call you back,” he instructed the shy guy at the wheel before vaulting over the edge. In hindsight, even with how much it would’ve slowed down the ship, he probably should’ve brought in a troop of minions for backup but he’d been in such a hurry and hadn’t wanted to wait for an entire troop to get ready to broad it and now it was too late. Whatever though, he could handle King Boo and his tiny boos by himself.

He landed on the hotel’s roof with a thud, the tiles cracking beneath his weight. Glancing around he was disappointed to see that the roof was empty. What his exact plan was, he had no idea but he didn’t a plan, he’d just wing it like he normally did and it should be fine.

The roof was pretty barren and thus it didn’t take him long to locate a possible way down so he could enter in properly through a window or something. Before he could start to descend though…

“Why are you here?”

He snapped around to see King Boo had come out of seemingly nowhere. He was holding a portrait of Princess Peach, which knowing King Boo’s powerset, meant it probably was her. Bowser had given up courting her a long time ago and had only continued to kidnap her to lure Mario in for another rematch. He no longer even did that because Luigi had decided to convince him not to which had ultimately resulted in their current relationship. But it still made him mad because if anyone was going to capture her, it should’ve been him. He at least treated her right, the way a princess should be treated, not trapping her in a portrait. So…

“I’m here to kick your ass,” he said with a slight growl as he balled up his hands into fists. He would’ve preferred to start with a blast of fire but he wasn’t sure how flammable Peach’s portrait was and he wasn’t going to risk damaging it and possibly her.

King Boo raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You’ll make a nice portrait so sure, I won’t question my good fortune, let’s fight.”

Bowser lunged at him even before finished speaking, intending to grab and rip Peach’s portrait out of his hands. But King Boo floated higher, dodging with seemingly little effort. And he was out of Bowser’s range completely, such bullshit.

With a flash of light from King Boo’s crown, there was suddenly an empty portrait floating beside him. “Sorry this isn’t much of a fight, I got stuff to do,” he said as it starting glowing, pulling Bowser in.

Like hell was he gonna be turned into wall art. He’d blast the damn thing to bits with fire and then…

Next thing he knew, he was indoors and looking down at Luigi instead of up at King Boo. It felt kind of like waking up after a too long nap. He breathed out the breath he’d been taking, releasing a puff of smoke instead of the mighty blast of fire he’d intended it to be. He glanced around at the room, it seemed to be an office of some sort. “What happened? Where am I?” he said as he looked back down.

Luigi looked tired but otherwise mostly fine. He had the Poltergust on his back but a different model than the one he’d shown Bowser. This one had a clear tank with something green inside it. “You were captured by King Boo and turned into a portrait,” he said. “Why did you have come? I tried to tell you not to.”

“Because I wanted to.” Bowser always did whatever he wanted.

“Yeah but why?”

“You’re scared of ghosts, I wanted to beat them up for you.” And he still would, he just had to try a little harder. There were few problems that couldn’t be solved with a good punch and/or blast of fire.

“Oh uh… thanks for the thought.” The slight blush on Luigi’s face as he lifted his free hand to rub the back of his neck was cute and made look slightly less tired. “But I um… I’m fine. I can handle it by myself.”

Bowser sighed as he crossed his arms. He wasn’t too good at reading other people’s emotions but… “You don’t seem fine.”

Luigi deflated a little, letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s scary and I’m tired and… scared and stuff. Gotta save my bro though so…” he trialed off with a shrug. “You should probably go the garage but uh… I’m not sure how I’m going to explain your presence to E. Gadd and the Toads, that’s going to be awkward but I’m not sure where else would be safe.”

“Fuck that, it’s personal now, I’m going to beat up King Boo.” No way would Bowser ever stand for such a humiliating defeat. So he turned to march out the room.

Before he could take more a few steps though Luigi grabbed his arm pulling him back. Bowser could easily just drag him along or pick up and carry him with him or even just shake him off entirely but didn’t.

“You can’t,” Luigi said. “He’ll just turn you into a portrait again so… please don’t. I already have to save Mario and Peach, I don’t want to have to save you again too.” He sounded desperate and scared and… it made Bowser feel bad. “So just… let me do it.”

“You’re scared of ghosts though.” So he shouldn’t even want to do this.

“Yeah but… you need special equipment for hunting ghosts and… I’ve never lost to them so… I can handle it.” He was full on hugging Bower’s arm now, making it even harder to pull away.

Bowser could only sigh at that. “All right, fine, I’ll just help you then.” He could do that much at least. “I’m not letting that bastard get away with beating me so easily and I’m not letting you face the ghosts on your own when you’re so scared of them. And there’s nothing you can do to convince me to hide in some stupid safe place instead.”

Luigi looked like he wanted to protest but sighed instead as he rested the side of his face against Bowser’s upper arm. “Okay, that works, I guess. It’s… kind of nice to have some company anyway I suppose, it gets kind of lonely sometimes.”

Bowser grunted instead of trying to come up with a reply because he wasn’t sure how to. “Let’s go,” he said instead, gesturing towards the rooms exit. He wanted to see how Luigi fought ghosts, he’d been curios about what that was like ever since Luigi had told him about it. “I can’t wait to see the look on Mario’s face when I help save him.”

Luigi chuckled nervously. “That’s uh… certainly going to be an interesting meeting.”

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romantic-barnes · 4 years

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unintended | part one

| part one - through the veins of history |

Pairings: king!bucky x princess!reader, king!steve x twin!princess

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: arranged marriage, insulting, being mean on purpose, a bit of a slow burn, the reader has a twin!

A/N: This is part one of my entry in @sillyqt writing challenge. I chose to write an Arranged Marriage AU. This is pretty cliche to write it with a Royal Au, but I just love those very much. If you catch it, this is written like a one-shot, but it is very much a series. A huge massive thank you to my friend @nsfwsebbie for beta reading this and also explaining what a beta is haha. I love you and thank you for being there for me, it means a lot.

Deviders by @whimsicalrogers

Once upon a time (yes this is how our story begins) in a kingdom rich of wisdom and the newest inventions, the tale unfolds as the king and queen’s daughters become of age, ready to be wed.

Their first born, John, the heir away to meet his betrothed. The perfect time to focus on their two daughter’s Y/n and Julia. The twin’s inseparable since birth, but strikingly different in personality. No one would know upon first glance.

Julia, the oldest by a minute, is what one would describe the perfect princess, queen, mother and wife. A girl grown into a beautiful woman called the Princess of grace by the people. Both strikingly beautiful and intelligent unlike anyone her age.

Y/n, however, is none of the above. The kingdom named her the Queen of hearts, although the lack of a throne. Many people, near and far, say that she is the most beautiful woman they have ever seen, but her interests are far from what is expected from a wife. Stubborn, loud and unfashionable for a royal. Y/n can’t sit still to read a book, or participate in any of the sewing circles, no, she’d rather ride a horse alongside her friend Clint. Y/n runs through flower fields and sneaks into the kitchen to help, shooting arrows instead of drinking tea. She rides to town to drink beer with the commoners. But despite the lack of Royal-ness, the people love her.

Tony on the other hand worries that no prince or king will ever ask for her hand. He blames himself, giving her all the freedom, but he couldn’t ever possibly have it any other way. He loves his two daughters and would give them everything to be happy, even if it meant that they would live in his castle forever.

Their King Tony and their Queen Pepper, hold the philosophy that love is the only way to rule a kingdom. If you love your people and your country, it will show in the way it blossoms under your rule. Now that it’s time to send off their daughter’s, they want nothing more than for them to marry someone they love.

But that’s not what times like these allow.

You opened the heavy door (to the despair of the guard standing next to it) to reveal your father sitting behind his desk and your mother standing behind him, one hand resting on his shoulder. Julia sat on one of the two chairs opposite Tony, gracefully smiling your way.

You immediately felt that something was off, you had that feeling already when a guard told you that your father expected you in his office. The feeling didn’t falter as you sat down next to your sister and two portraits caught your eyes.

Your father cleared his throat, leaning forward. “As you know, as a princess comes of age, she is ready to be wed.” Tony’s eyes flickered between you and Julia. “So, your mother and I searched far and wide to find suitable men and we think we made the right decision.”

Julia beamed with excitement, but you grimaced at the thought of leaving your home. “And who have you chosen, father?” Your head turned toward the two portraits.

“Julia, dear,” your mother started, pointing to the painting of a young man with blue eyes and dark blond hair, “King Steve, amongst many others, has asked for your hand and we think that he is the perfect man for you to marry. Handsome, wealthy and a king the people describe as kind and thoughtful.”

Julia’s smile grew at your mother’s description of her future husband. You noticed she’s doing that thing she always does when she’s excited; straighten her back.

“And you, Y/n,” You looked at Tony, eyes growing wide, “we have chosen king James for you.”

Chosen, that’s the key word here. They have chosen him, not the other way around.

“A very intelligent young man, a fighter strong and passionate for the health and protection of his people. Undeniably handsome as you can see.” Tony said, your mother chuckled and you took a closer look at the King.

He is indeed very beautiful, long dark hair, blue eyes and his face structure carved sharply. You pondered for a moment. There are far worse Men out there, lords and prince’s alike who show no worry for their appearance, but James looks wealthy. The gold trim, gemstones and a crown with fine details. His short beard trimmed and groomed to your liking, a King nice to look at, at least.

But all that aside, the pit in your stomach knew that this was the end. The end of your freedom, the end of your life (a bit dramatic, but alas). The fear settled in of what life would be like once you move to King James’ kingdom. Once you become Queen, there are certain duties to uphold, an image for the people to portray and you did not feel ready for it. You never have.

“When will we be meeting our betrothed?” Julia leaned forward, her face beaming with excitement.

“In a fortnight, my dear.” Pepper grinned, knowing Julia’s eagerness.

There were things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Protesting against your fathers wishes when all he ever did was give you everything your heard desired. You exhaled, relaxing against the chair. Your father noticed.

“Y/n, I know how you feel towards this whole thing, but you have to understand that James can give you everything you want. All we heard about him only puts a positive light on him and that’s all we could ever ask for, a kind man.”

Your father placed his hand on Pepper’s and from the corner of your eye you saw the pleading look on Julia’s face, begging you not to throw a fit. A simple nod is all you managed to do and both of you were dismissed.

Julia walked alongside you through the corridors, silent, stealing glances at you and you knew there was something she wanted to say. “Just say it already!” You groaned, throwing your head back.

“I just think that you are really lucky! You could be so happy with King James!”

You turned your head, the sad look on your sister’s face making you angry. “I’m happy here! I won’t ever be a good Queen or a good wife for gods sake!”

“If you would just give King James and his kingdom a chance-“

“I don’t want to!” You interrupted her, walking up to the doors, a guard ready to pull it open. “I can open my own goddamn door!” You grunted; the guard stopped in his track letting you push the door open.

Julia exhaled, dropping her shoulders. You walked down the steps onto the grass, long strides towards the training grounds, leaving your sister behind. The sound of swords clashing together, grunts and heavy boots walking on the dirt, your dress dragging through it.

You saw Clint from afar, a smile immediately breaking out, your face lighting up. He stood behind one of his students, holding the boy’s arm and showing him the way to position himself. A wave of your arm and Clint turned his head to you, letting go of the boy to let him shoot the arrow, missing bullseye by millimetres.

“How’s your highness doing?” Clint bowed to you, cracking a smile.

“I want to throw myself off a cliff, but other than that, I’m great!” Clint embraced you into a hug, ignoring the frightened look on the boy’s face. “You’re getting pretty good, Peter!” You ruffled his hair and watched his cheeks turn crimson red.

Peter smiled shyly, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ before turning to away. You giggled at the shy boy, gesturing to Clint that you wanted to talk.

“What’s going on?” Clint asked softly once you were away from the training grounds and you looked up to meet his eyes.

“I’m betrothed to King James.”

Clint’s mouth opened and closed, walking next to you through the woods. “Wow.” You cocked a brow, uncertain of what Clint meant. “I mean, sometimes I forget how grown up you are. Must admit that I didn’t think about you getting married.”

“I know. It all feels so sudden.” The wind blew through your hair, warm air carrying the promise of summer. “I don’t want to go.” You whispered, eyes filling with tears.

Clint stopped, pulling you against his chest. His hand gently brushing through your hair. “It’s going to be ok. From what I’ve heard, King James is very kind and gentle, I couldn’t imagine him ever hurting you and besides, I’ll be there too.”

You immediately lifted your head, eyes wide as you stared at him. “Really? I didn’t know you would be coming with me.” You heard fluttered at the idea that Clint would be there with you.

“Of course I am! I’m not leaving you to go to a foreign country without your best friend.” Clint wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you back to the castle.

The idea that you would be all alone in a foreign country, with no one to confide to was frightening. But with Clint by your side, there was no reason to be afraid.

As the weeks turns into days and the days turned into hours, the reality became so much more touchable. Things packed and farewells said, Julia was the first to say goodbye to her home.

Your day would be tomorrow, but even just having to bid your sister goodbye was enough to bring tears to your eyes. The only thing worse than this is knowing that she’ll stay there forever. That she is to become Queen and have children to look after, no more time for shenanigans instituted by you. Dragging her along on a horse to adventures she could barely reach due to the lady like way she rode a horse.

But what frightened you the most is that she’ll forget you, off to a distant land and living what she has been training for her whole life.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, Tony crying while Pepper made sure Julia had everything. The next time you’ll be seeing her is at her wedding. An obscure though. But that night you prayed to any god, hoping that Steve is everything your parents said he is.

The morning of your departure was dreadful. A maid helped you get into the simple red and white striped dress, pinned your head up against your protests and send you off to breakfast.

Your parents were awfully quiet. Tony and Pepper wouldn’t say it, but you are the life of the party, the one lighting the room, bringing smiles and laughter to everyone. With you gone, they wondered how different life would be.

The week-long journey was one thing to think about, having time to mentally prepare, but the pit in your stomach grew and grew with every passing minute. You didn’t want to marry anyone, if you had a say in this matter, you would be on a ship, travelling the world, but the day you were born your fate was sealed.

Clint helped you into the carriage, a look back to your parents and the tears started flowing. Your beloved home no longer a place you come back to every night, where you would spend time in the garden or ride to the town.

You sat back, leaning your head on the window. Your hands gripping the skirt of your dress, rolling the fabric between your fingers. A new country waited for you to be discovered, new adventures to be excited about and that’s what you clung onto.

The journey was dreadful. Sleeping in tents wasn’t the problem, it was the destination that turned your stomach around. Clint did everything to cheer you up, letting you ride a horse instead of sitting in the carriage, telling you more stories of his time in the red circle. The red circle is a secret bunch of assassins ordered to take care of ambushes near the border. Your father brought them to life at the early stage of his reign and they successfully scared away anyone trying to enter the country with foul intend.

The stories are wild and never cease to amaze you. Clint told you about the time he was ordered by Tony to train the knights, having experience in stealth and strategy. Clint, you notice every time, is the proudest telling that particular story.

The week came to an end quicker than you thought and with it the Kingdom of Cydonia presented itself in all its glory. Your new home till the day you die.

The town you rode through was so different from your home. Red bricked walls made up the structure of the houses, not the white ones you were used to. The streets branched off to even smaller ones, children running through, chasing each other.

As you rode through further, a market came to view. Shops instead of little stands, sings telling you what was sold, and women dressed without caps. That was something you were excited about, electricity running through your body seeing the women’s’ and little girls’ hair braided or laying atop their shoulders. The different hairstyles amazed you.

Cydonia looks so much brighter than you imagined.

A long and wide path before you made way for the castle and your breath caught itself in your throat. The white such a contrast to the red houses of the rest of the Kingdom. The castle grand in size, bigger than you could’ve thought. A day wouldn’t cover it, you would need at least a month to roam through these halls.

A gate was opened and the path lead to a fountain, behind it you climbed off your horse and were welcomed by a tall and muscular man. He introduced himself as Sam and lead you up the steps to the door, inside the grand entrance.

Inside was more marble than you have ever seen. Pillars, walls, stairs, all made of marble. The floor in a black and white checkered pattern. Your mouth wide open as you were led through the castle to your chambers.

You walked in and practically ran to the windows along the wall, pressing your hands to the glass. Your chambers looked over the garden and you gasped at the beauty of it. A rectangular pond in the middle of the grass, flowers at the back with a pavilion, trees as far as you could see.

Your heard Sam chuckle behind you walking to stand next to you. “Do you like it, your highness?”

“Yes.” You breathed, fogging up the glass. Turning around you took in the room. Simple, but still cosy. A four-poster bed to your right, opposite it a fireplace with a little table and plush, velvet chairs. Yes, you could see yourself being content here.

“A maid will be here shortly to dress you for the welcoming ceremony, Princess.” Sam smiled and bowed low before leaving the room.

Clint walked around, examining the room further. “This place is fancy!” His eyes wide as he looked at the gold details.

“I know right?” You walked over to the fireplace; a painting was hung above it. A woman smiled down at you. “I wonder who this is.”

The door opened and a young woman entered the room. Hair fiery red and her face structure sharp, if she didn’t smile at you right now, you would be very much intimidated. “Good evening, your highness. I’m Natasha, your lady in waiting.” Natasha curtsied before you, with a warm smile. “Do you have a gown in mind that you wish to wear?”

“Oh, yes the light blue one, with the pearls.” You went over to your crate holding a few of the finer dresses. To Natasha’s horror, you rummaged through the crate, pulling out the dress holding it up for Clint’s approval.

“I think that’ll do!” Clint smiled, placing his hands on his hips.

With Natasha’s help you got dressed and chose the jewellery you wanted to wear. Your hair was pinned up with a few strands framing your face. Against Natasha’s protests, she loosened the hairdo a little, giving it a more relaxed look.

The walk through the halls was truly challenging. Questions burned in your head. What if he isn’t what everyone says? What if he’s mean and vicious?

You straighten your back the way Julia would, holding your head high. The crown on your head heavier all of a sudden. You know what being in the presence of the King means, pretending. Pretending to be the person they expect you to be.

You stood in front of the massive double doors, hyper aware of what’s going to happen. You were announced and the doors were opened to reveal the lavish room. You took a step in and awed within yourself of the long throne room. There were royal guards all along the walls, windows high letting the evening sun in. Only your steps echoed off the high ceiling and with each foot set in front of the other, James came to view.

There he stood, dresses in white. Quite different from the portrait your parents showed you. Still indescribably beautiful, but his hair is short the crown sitting atop his chestnut brown hair. Hie beard also shorter, but you liked the look. You smiled feeling happy to be betrothed to an at least very handsome man.

As you came to a stop before him, you lowered your body to a deep courtesy, only raising yourself when James offered his hand. You gently placed your hand in his, soft skin meeting another. You noticed the scarring disappear behind the fabric. He kissed the back of your hand and you exhaled sharply as your eyes met his.

The painting didn’t do the blue justice, not at all.

“Your highness, it is a pleasure to welcome you Cydonia.” King James smiled happily. He was taken aback by your beauty. He wanted to behead anyone who told him about you, the tales of your beauty not even close to what you are. He was sure to never have met someone quite as striking as you, but he feared you just wouldn’t be the right fit for him.

A princess through and through. Trained to perfection, with little personality. Nothing but the throne in her head, waiting to give birth to an heir. He feared you would be just as boring as the next princess.

“The pleasure is all mine, King James.” You did your best to sound as delicate as possible, almost mimicking your sisters voice.

King James offered his arm and you held on to it as he led you through another set of doors leading to the equally lavish dining room. A long table was set for just the two of you and he offered you the chair to his right. James sat on the end of the table, smiling sweetly.

Your nerves were starting to get to you, trying to remember how to eat properly. At home it didn’t matter what spoon you used, Tony and Pepper never minded you eating quickly and getting up before anyone else to go to your archery training with Clint. But here you felt out of place. You imagined Julia sitting opposite you, what she would do next. You ate in silence trying your hardest to concentrate on the way you ate.

James peeked at you from time to time, your posture straight as a stick, taking the littlest bites and saying you’re full even though half the food was still on your plate. His worst nightmare came true, but he couldn’t defy his mother’s wishes.

“Do you paint, Princess?” James asked, folding his hands before him.

You pondered for a moment whether to lie or not. You don’t hate painting per se, but you don’t do it either. “No, I don’t, your majesty.”

James nodded. “Do you ride horses, perhaps?”

“Yes, I do, but only a little.” That was a lie, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that you ride hoses like a man or that you shoot arrows while doing it.

James nodded again; eyebrows knitted together. “What do you like doing for fun then?”

You thought, but nothing that you do for fun was acceptable for a future queen to do. “I uh attend the sewing circle.” You chewed on your lower lip, hoping that the King would approve, but James looked confused.

He couldn’t lie, she was boring. What were they going to do together? Attend the sewing circle? Ride a horse for about ten minutes at one mile per hour and then go to sleep? If his mother hadn’t brought her in here, he sure as hell wouldn’t have. There was so much more to life that he wanted to do. If he had the chance, he would travel, not get married and… Maybe if she doesn’t want to be here, he could get rid of her. A few hurtful words here and there and she would be running off to wherever she came from.

She is gorgeous, sure, but he can do little with that. “How can you possible not enjoy painting?” James leaned back into his chair, watching the colour drain from her face.

You shook your head slightly, taken aback by the sudden change of character. There was no proper way of responding and you were stuck. Opening and closing you mouth trying to scramble for words.

“Any Queen in this dynasty mastered the painting skill, so I expect you to do the same.” James was on the brink of smirking. There was truth to his words, all Queens in his family were skilled painters, but it wasn’t a necessity.

You on the other hand were furious. This was a direct insult to your character. He was not only insulting your intelligence, but also your education. Implying that your parents were careless about your expertise in the royal education. Before you could think about your choice of words, they just came right out.

“Well, everyone said you were such a great warrior, then why is your arm scarred? Looks pretty ugly to me!”

James’ jaw dropped. He was expecting a lot of things, but not this. He stood up; his hands balled into fists, ready to leave the room, but you weren’t finished.

“I don’t know if I could marry someone like you. A king? No. A fool more like it.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

James was speechless. Sad even. He had never felt so exposed, ever. And here you were, picking apart his worst insecurity.

“Oh, and by the way,” you pointed to your chin “you have food in your beard.”

James touched his face, running his hand through his beard. This was it. He walked away, out of the dining hall and into the corridor. She had insulted him and humiliated him. He almost lost his arm for his country and she just about ridiculed him for it.

You sat at the table, now alone, a triumphant smile on your face, digging into the last bits of food on your plate, leaving the meat.

[ part two ]

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zayray030 · 4 years

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I love you because you're human.

Summary: Dick overhears Barbara, Roy, Jason, Tim and Stephanie talk about his ass and he starts to question the things around him. At least until Kori defends him and reminds her boyfriend that she loves him. Dickkori. Mild Barbra Bashing.

“So what was the best part about dating Dick?” asked Stephanie.

“Oh, definitely his ass. God it was glorious.” sighed Barbara, pretending to swoon. All but one stated laughing at her dramatics.

“Must have made it for his far less lovable qualities?” joked Jason.

“Oh absolutely. As long as I got to stare at it I would forget about his stupidity. Hell even before we started going out I thought his ass was enough for me to ignore him.” sighed Barbara.

Another round of laughter went around the group.

“So you got free access to the Grayson ass. Must have been amazing, eh?” joked Roy.

“Sometimes I wish we could still be dating, just so I could have free access to it. But alas, there's so much a nice ass can get you.” joked Barbara.

“Fair enough. Surprised its prettiness managed to last that long.” muttered Tim, over his fifth cup of coffee.

“Hey, Timmy. That amazing could get him away with anything.”

As they all continued to joke around about Dick, they never realised that said owner of such an amazing ass had his comm on and was listening to every little thing. Hurt and betrayed he threw his comm across the room, forgetting to switch it off.

Honestly, Dick didn't know why he was so upset. He knew that he had a pretty ass and it was part of the reason why so many people dated him, but it still hurt when his own siblings and his exes talked about him as if he was a piece of meat instead of human being with emotions and feelings.

Then he started to wonder if what they were was true. Did people only let him get away with things because he had a nice ass and not a nice personality.

He collapsed on the floor, tears falling out of his eyes as he thought, am I worth anything except a quick fuck?

~With the others~

“So did you actually like him, or did you just find him physically appealing?” asked Kori. With anyone else it might have sounded inquisitive, teasing even, but on Kori it sounded threatening. However everyone was too drunk to take notice of the alien princess's tone.

“I mean partially. The guy is nice and all and super intelligent but at times he's just so frustrating that you have to focus on the pretty part of him to make sure you remember why you dated him.” said Barbara dismissively, not realising that she had just opened up a beast.

“So, instead of talking it out like a normal couple, you sexualised him and didn't take his feelings for account?” asked Kori again, more instantly.

“I mean kinda. It isn't like the guy doesn't spend most of his time showing his ass of to everyone else.” she answered, the alcohol making her brain to mouth filter non existent.

“And he can't just be walking normally without being sexualised by everyone, can't he?” Kori asked sarcastically. By now Roy and Jason were starting to notice something bad was going to happen but they decided to stay out of it. They learned their mistake of getting the princess angry once, they weren't going to do it again.

“Not my fault he's pretty.” snapped Barbara defensively.

“Ladies, ladies. Let's not fight.” Stephanie says, trying to play the peacemaker but she immediately collapsed on the floor. Must have had one too many drinks. They heard another thud and they turned to see Tim passed out in front of his computer. Must have had an hour less sleep.

“What does his physical appearance have anything to do apart from the fact that you can't trust the man!?” snapped Kori, her eyes showing anger.

“That anyone would want a piece of him!”

“He's not everybody's type you know!” snapped Kori. Barbara just scoffed and then they heard another two thuds and turned to see Roy and Jason passed out with bruises on their faces.

They must have punched themselves unconscious to stay out of this fight. Pathetic.

“Oh yeah? You dated him princess! You can't exactly say you didn't like him for his ass either!” challenged Barbara.

“Actually I liked him because when I landed on earth he didn't try to take advantage of me! He made sure I was protected and safe! He gave me a home! He never degraded me!” yelled Kori at the other red head. Her hands were starting to heat up and if Barbara didn't know how to keep her mouth quiet then Kori wasn't going to be responsible for her actions.

“What-” before she could continue she collapsed in a thud. Kori rolled her eyes at her before quickly placing everyone in comfortable positions while also cursing them in every swear she knows.

She might be pissed but that didn't mean she was going to let them wake up with a stiff neck and a sore back.

However, while cleaning up she saw Jason's comm and found it open.

“Hello?” she called onto it.

“H-h-hey Kori.” came Dick’s voice after a beat of silence when Kori thought that whoever was there was gone.

“Dick, how much did you hear?” she asked worriedly.

“Enough.” he said, his voice scratchy.

“Where are you?” she asked, already heading out to the balcony of the safehouse.

“My apartment.”

“Wait. I'm coming over.” and before he could protest she threw the comm away and flew out.

~Dick’s apartment~

Dick sat nervously on his couch as he awaited for Kori to come over.

What was he supposed to say? “Hey thank you for sticking up for me against my ex and siblings.”? Like hell.

Dick jumped when he heard a knock on his window and he saw Kory flying there. He quickly scrambled up and opened it up.

“What were you thinking? Do you want people to know I'm a vigilante?” he hissed.

“Or people could think that your amazing girlfriend had decided to come over and see her clearly distraught boyfriend? Take your pick Dick.” she said sarcastically as she lounged down on his couch.

“KORI! I am not distraught!” he snapped, crossing his arms to make a point.

“Of course you aren't Dick. Just do me a favour and sit here.” she said patting her lap. Dick blushed bright red but did as she said, albeit with some insecurity in his movements.

“Did you mean what you said, earlier?”he asked nervously, looking up into his girlfriend's green eyes, full of warmth.

“Of course I did Dick. I won't deny it, you have a nice ass.” Dick looked down at that but Kori placed her hand under his chin and tilted his face up. “But I didn't fall for your body. I fell for you because even though you didn't know who I was you still decided to save me. I love you because despite all your faults you still try and push through. I love you because you care about me and my feelings. I love you because you're human and not a piece of meat.”

With every word she said Dick’s eyes grew wetter and wetter to the point where tears were just streaming down his face. Eventually he collapsed into his taller girlfriends chest and started sobbing. Kori just rubbed her hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture.

Eventually when he was done sobbing he looked up, a light blush on his cheeks. “I love you Kori.” he said shyly.

She smiled softly back and kissed his lips briefly.

“As I love you. Now let me show you just how much I love you.” she whispered seductively before picking Dick up and carrying him to the bedroom.

Dick squealed slightly before wrapping his legs around Kori’s waist.

It was going to be a very good night indeed.

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 3 years

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Scars: Year four, Chapter fourteen

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Implied self harm, implied Suicide attempt

She woke up to Kiya and Jamal Lupin jumping all over her legs and shouting Happy Christmas before Remus pulled her head back to his collarbone and told them to bugger off for ten more minutes.

Y/n sighed deeply when the two had left and she went to bury her head into Remus scar-filled chest.

After a full, quiet minute of peaceful silence Marabella walked in and pulled the unsuspecting girl off of her dear friend to find her in one of Remus's shirts and a pair of socks.

" Oh come one Mare, five more minutesssss."

" No.

" We are putting clothes on you and talking in my bedroom because Jamal and I went through your clothes yesterday and saw you didn't have anything Christmas-ie and I don't trust you to change in the same room as my brother. You could've done better Y/n, yet you chose Remus."

The half dazed girl looked up long enough to see her crack an amused smirk at Remus.

" Hey!"

As Mare pulled Y/n out of the bedroom with her small assortment of essential clothing she also came to ruffle Remus's hair on the way out as he was leaning against the bedroom's doorway in pajama pants without a shirt. " Sorry baby bro."

Once Mare had Y/n in her bedroom she looked the girl up and down, grimaced, and chucked a pair of the girls pants at her head.

" Put some pants on L/n."

Her voice had a teasing tone to it and it made Y/n blush. She grasped the pants and started pulling them on as words came out of her mouth.

" Mare shut up. I took a shower and passed out before I could put pants on so Remus just carried me to the bed okay. Stop making things out like that Mare."

The elder girl simply replied by locking the bedroom door and shooting the younger one a sly smirk.

" Don't worry kid, I won't make remarks about your boyfriend in front of the family. But for now, let's get some clothing on you so we can open presents."

Mare's words confused Y/n.

The girl had never seen what a normal family acted like so she had also never thought that the Lupins would give her anything.

Yeah sure, Remus and the boys had given her stuff on Christmas before but they were the boys. They are her friends, her family, but that's different than a real one.

" Wait- I get presents?"

The older red haired girl turned and moved over to Y/n, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders and forcing her to look up.

" Listen to me kid. I know that things in your family are rough, and that you've probably never had a real relationship with your parents. But Y/n, you are loved, we love you. I Do Not Care what your mother tells you, because you are you. And we love you okay. Don't believe anything else." ____________________________

" Mum mum mum mum mum mum mu-'

" Yes dear?"

Hope Lupin's face showed agitation at her child's constant pestering. Y/n looked over her glass of water to see Kya jumping up and down in her seat, breakfast forgotten.

" Can we open presents yet mum? Pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeee?"

Hope looked down at the girls plate before her eyes moved back up to meet Kiya's.

" Finish your breakfast and we can."

Remus was absentmindedly wrapping his arm around Y/n's shoulder as she slide closer to Remus on the bench her, him, Mare and her girlfriend had been sitting at the table. The slightly taller boy rubbed her arm subconsciously. ____________________________

By the time the children had finally made their ways to the carpet beside the tree the two little ones looked about to burst off their seams.

Jamal and Kiya were sitting next each other closest to the small tree, Hope and Lyall across from them while Y/n sat in between Sirius and Remus, Remus' arm wrapped around her waist as Mare sat in her girlfriends lap on the floor by the feet of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter where they sat on the couch; James on the other side of Sirius.

Hope gingerly grabbed a small box, read the name tag and passed it back to where Remus and Y/n were sitting. Remus passed it to Y/n and Hope continued to pass things out. Eventually, she had every gift passed out, around five-eight per person.

Kiya and Jamal tore theirs open first and foremost before anyone could lay out a single objection.

Kiya received a new army jacket as a joint gift from Y/n and Remus, new hair-band holders from Mare and her Girlfriend, a book of games her mum and dad, a drawing from Jamal and a new set of army-men from The Potters.

Jamal, after opening his gifts, almost passed out from excitement. The boy received a new classical puffy pink princess dress from Hope and Lyall, a new set of tiaras from Mare and her Girlfriend, new coloring books from Y/n, a new set of sparkly crayons and markers from Remus and a drawing from Kiya.

The boy soon ran around the small area the group had been sitting at and delivered hugs to everyone in the room with glee.

Hope received a few new sets of kitchen things while Lyall was gifted a few other things. Mares girlfriend, Juliette, had been given a new set of pens and colored pencils and a drawing from Kiya and Jamal each.

Y/n and Remus had given James a hug as his present, what they liked to tell James was called a "Joint gift", Padfoot had given James a tiny, handmade broomstick, the boy's parents had given him- something of which he has decided he will not dispose details of. Sirius had been given multiple new motor-jackets and gel for his hair along with ponytail holders and two drawings.

Remus started to open his gifts and found that he had gotten two new books from James, a new set of sweaters from his mum that he just knew Y/n would be stealing before soon, another book, yet this time from Sirius, a set of socks from the Potters, a shoulder pat from Mare, he rolled his eyes at this one. Yet, as he opened the last one he noticed that the only people paying attention were Y/n, Sirius and James.

So, the boy decided to just stop the hurriedness and simply take his time opening Y/n's gift to him. Inside, once opened, were three books. One of them, The Tales of Beetle the Bard, a book he'd been wanting; another one, a small, thin book with instructions for how to correctly make Wolfsbane; and the last one, a book of how to make cookies, chocolate chip cookies with his favorite kind of chocolate. The boy gently placed down the books before engulfing the girl in a gigantic hug, making her wince slightly, but not enough that she didn't return it.

When the boy released, he immediately pulled the girl back into another hug, a gentler one. " your turn y/n..."

His whispering voice sent shivers down her spine.

The girl retracted slightly and went to pulling her small array of gifts open, completely ignorant to James and Sirius's suggestive eyes. The first box she pulled open, had been two hand-knit sweaters from Mrs. Lupin.

Remus nudged her side with a sly grin, " Guess you can't be stealin' mine anymore."

She shook her head with a fake sigh, " Alas Remus, you underestimate me..."

The next box she opened was from Sirius. As she opened the paper and pulled out a yellow book. " World Holidays?" The boy reached over and plucked the book out of her hands, twirling it over a few times, " So you can celebrate something everyday!"

Y/n moved over and hugged Sirius tightly, her head to his chest as he rubbed her arm and awkwardly patted her back. ____________________________

" Y/n, before you go to bed I need to give you something else."

Remus sat by his desk and stared out the window while Y/n was changing into a sweater James had given her and some leggings Mare had gifted to her as well. " Okay Remus. Whatcha got for me?"

The girl had swiftly moved over to where Remus had been sitting with his legs spread by the desk. Remus patted his leg and motioned for Y/n to set down on it. She sat down carefully on the boys thigh and Remus wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to his body as he grabbed a small, beautifully wrapped box and handed it to the girl.

" What is it Rem?"

Remus laughed lightly before sitting up slightly and shaking it in her face.

" You have to open it up to see N/n."

The girl bit her lip slightly and leaned back on Remus' shoulder when he wrapped an arm around her waist from behind again. Y/n went to pull the wrapping off and soon found herself looking into a clear, plastic container with a red rubber bracelet. She pulled it out of the container and moved it around in her hand, soon finding a picture of the semicolon on the inside part of the bracelet.

Her breath stilled, her eyes stopped moving, the world seemed to pause on her.

The last time she'd ever seen the symbol in a situation like this was when her elder sister had gotten one on her shoulder blade.

And to think Remus knew what it meant to her made her world stop in place.

She was snapped out of her phase as she felt Remus lift the bracelet out of her hands and move to put it on her left wrist, the one that was littered with old and new self-harm wounds.

" So the next time you go and try to do anything bad to yourself you know I'm here for you. And to remind you that you survived the pain two times before, to remind you that you'll make it out again this time too."

She broke down in tears because of the onrush of memories and emotions in Remus' grasp.

One of the few places where she felt at home. ____________________________

" You ready to go Y/n?"

" No, I'll never be ready to leave your home. It's the only place where I got to experience a real family relationship. But if your asking whether or not I'm ready to leave back to Hogwarts then yes, I am."

" Y/n it's the end of the school year and I'm being serious here, are you ready to go back to your house?"

" No Sirius, No." ____________________________ Ha. Also, there were like three parts of this chapter where my dirtyass mind too over and I was just like- w h y Also, not my best works but, yeah I ran out of excuses- __________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^

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lotusglass · 4 years

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So about the ships, is it okay if I ask about headcanons about the ships and how they got together? Thank you!! The ocs are really intresting and I love the ships so I’m very intrigued lolol

Absolutely! I live for questions like this <333 this is very long so I’ll be putting it under read more. Small warning: a little spicy in some parts ouo;;; and I do apologize if they seem out of character

Leona and Anyu

They met during a maglift(magical shift? please correct me if I’m wrong;;) practice match, NRC against DCA(Belongs to Phoenix-Manga/phnxart!). One of the Savanaclaw students on Leona’s team were cheating and Anyu was REALLY not having it;; so of course he confronted him about it, but afterwards it kept happening and then everything went uh...downhill;;;

Since then they became rivals and Anyu swore that she’d beat him in maglift fair and square! The again, she managed to beat him a few times when they spar?? //sigh this girl asks for too much;;;

Though, she can’t help but appeal to his cunning and arrogant behavior, but does her best to deny it when someone brings it up. Like yeah, she thinks he’s cute, but he’s mean!

no chance, no way, I won’t say I’m in love

Even if they’re not dating, they bicker a lot and argue A LOT, but they still care about each other nonetheless, it’s a matter of patience and loyalty mostly patience though

Considering how witty they both are, they subconsciously flirt each other whether it’s one the mag lift field or in their respective dorms, they always have something to say to each other. Even Ruggie can feel the tension before calling them out on it.

Anyu likes to run her hands through his hair when they cuddle, or rather whenever Leona drags her away from studying to go AND cuddle.

Like a lot people, he calls her herbivore, but also princess while Anyu calls him a fur bag or kitty~

He carries her like a fucking potato sack, it makes Anyu Angry, but Leona still does it to push her buttons.

There’s a decent amount of PDA, but behind closed doors, it’s more...ravenous ouo;;; just don’t be surprised if Leona has hickeys on him or anything

They playfight A LOT especially after a fight and Anyu is always the one starting it

neither of them know this but their older siblings are already planning their arranged marriage due to politics

Overall, it’s push and pull between these two!

Azul and Pearl

Ah yes Ursula and Ariel

Pearl was actually childhood friends with Jade and Floyd so when they visited each other in their first year, she was introduced to Azul.

At first she was pretty neutral about him, but after she heard about his contracts, she had to distance herself a bit, but still remained good friends!

Out of kindness, she dotes on him lot, but Azul’s expecting something out of it, and Pearl always gets upset whenever he asks her

Although she does her best to be more understanding oh him, and ever since his overblot, she’s more doting and more open with him.

Their love is playful, tender, and surprisingly conniving! Being that Pearl is a matchmaker, she likes to ask her octo-baby for some help in pairing couples(aka getting Floyd and Jade to intervene), but in exchange she has to help him out as well whether it’s finding gems to see or sing at the mostro lounge. It’s an equal share between the two!

She lets Azul pull out scams and sometimes gets involved with them, although she pretends that she doesn’t know what’s going on when really, she KNOWS what’s going on, girl wants to make Azul look like an idiot for scamming her one time!

Pearl loves ballroom dancing and sometimes she would get Azul to dance with her, even though he tends to trip on his feet a lot hahaaaa!

They like to make inside jokes and they flirt with each other, although Pearl has a bad habit of getting too friendly with her male clients, which leads Azul having to lecture her about personal space. If it’s the male clients getting too friendly, it’s a whole different story, a scary one actually;;;

Azul tried to kiss her once in the VIP room, but alas Floyd and Jade ALWAYS cockblock him which then leads to Azul lecturing them, and Pearl scolding him for being rude to the twins. he just a kiss from his gf that’s all he asks

shalalala my oh my it’s like the boy’s too shy he’s gonna kiss the girl

Pearl knows what it’s like to be ostracized and bullied. Every so often, she pampers Azul after a hard days work and when he’s upset, she’s very patient and listens to his woe constantly, even if he doesn’t say anything, she’s there

Trey and Clarice

Met during a visit from NRC! Clarice was in the middle of sewing up her gowns on a mannequin and Trey and Cater walked in on her. Trey and her talk a lot about their crafts and of course Cater was just there to take pictures of it, not that Clarice didn’t mind!

Literally husband and wife

Trey is the kind of guy who’s an ideal boyfriend, constantly helping her with designs and encourages her. While Clarice helps him in the kitchen and whatnot!

But most importantly. she pulls him back from overworking, being vice dorm leader is never easy. Of course she’s no better, Trey can tell when Clarice hasn’t had enough sleep, or when he fingers are sore. Thus, Trey would have to pry her hands off the sewing machine and into a comfy chair

They play around in the kitchen a lot! She purposely puts icing on his face and he chases her around for it. There was also an incident where they played around too roughly and Clarice knocked a bag of flour onto the floor. Needless to say, Riddle was NOT happy when he saw the whole mess

They tend to feed each other sometimes and go as far doing the pocky game. Of course Ace ruins the moment by telling them to get a ROOM.

PDA? They always have their hands somewhere on each other, Trey’s arm over her shoulder, and Clarice’s hand on the small of his back hood boy

Kingsley and Riddle

Kingsley met Riddle when he was a wee first year! He always so obedient and being the dick the Kingsley was, he REALLY tried to influence him. However, Riddle was stronger than that and didn’t buy into his shenanigans like the good boy he is!

Before I go on, I headcanon that Riddle is bisexual or pansexual.

As mentioned, Kinglsey does flirt a lot with Riddle, and it goes as far as calling him pet names and compliments.

The result it either Riddle storming off with rosy cheeks, or “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”.

He does care about Riddle’s well-being and has to remind him to take breaks. When there’s a fight going on and Riddle is too busy, he takes care of it for him. He treats his queen like no other.

If they were dating, I’d say he’s one for PDA and will deliberately fluster him in front of other people

Promised himself to tone down his playboy attitude for the sake of his beloved. The last thing he wants to upset Riddle.

They tend hedgehogs and paint teacups together, sometimes have private tea time when they get the chance!

Kingsley is also very much down to punch the daylights out of anyone who dares to hurt his Riddle, not on his watch!

Jamil and Elena

I feel they met during the school festival at DCA. She’s part of cultural dance club and happened to be performing with her dorm leader. Kalim and Jamil were both intrigued and after the performance they managed to talk to her

Elena knows when Jamil is pulling back and she LOATHES that, so often times she pushes Jamil to the point where he’s really showing his bets efforts and only then would Elena be satisfied.

Elena may be a tough girl and rougher than most, but she can be just caring as the next. She would always check on Jamil after he takes acre of Kalim, he works so hard has no acknowledged this??

They have this habit of dancing together during the more quiet hours of the dorm, whether it’s in Scarabia or Magiaoasis(Phoenix-manga/phnxart), they’re moving together. However, Kalim tends them about it, so before they do anything like that, they have to make sure the coast is all clear.

If it’s not Kalim, then Elena is always the first to taste his cooking. Also she’s a horrible cook so sometimes Jamil would help her out, even if it gets a little frustrating

PDA? It’s more private, they only hold hands or Jamil has an arm around her, nothing more or less. But in private? You can bet that Elena is showering him with lovebites and hickeys. Occasional praises, but nothing too far from it. Unless Jamil says, well you know how it goes 👀

The tension between those time is thick enough to cut through. Even if they walk past each other in the halls, their eyes says it all when they gaze at each other.

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thearcanaartificer · 4 years

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Hey, I would to like to know answers to questions 2, 3, and 7 please.

All excellent questions! Hard ones too, but I will do my best to answer them!

2. What things does your character love about their LI?

If she was musically inclined, she’d write sonnets about all the things she loves about this boy. Alas, she’s not. So she’ll more than happily write all the ways. The biggest thing she loved about Julian is his heart. He’s kind and caring and altruistic and charismatic. Ready to jump in to help others in need at the drop of a hat. Not only that, he’s adventurous and not afraid of getting rowdy. Yes, he can get really nervous and cowardly in elements he’s not confident about (i.e. ALL OF THE MAGIC REALMS) but, as long as Odelia’s there, he’s also brave despite going with knees shaking and proverbial tail tucked.

She loved his ability to talk too. Especially his stories. She never cares if he repeats them, because its a little different each time. Maybe a tidbit more detail in one spot than the last time or perhaps a bit more exaggerated in another detail. She doesn’t care if its a tall tale or an outright lie, he weaves the stories so well its engrossing to listen to- especially when he starts re-enacting the whole scene. She loved his grandeur, verbose vocabulary, and endless creativity.

And he’s so tender and thoughtful to her needs. But at the same time he doesn’t treat her like she’s fragile- simply someone he treasures. He never tells her that she can’t do something, always confident in her ability to succeed, even if others aren’t so certain. Being handicapped, that really means a lot to her. Yes, he still frets about her at times, but its never because of her handicap.

However, it has to be his intelligence that makes her heart pound and her face flush with passion. She’s a genius very smart woman, and, unfortunately, not a lot of people can keep up with her mentally. She finds it very hard to have a real conversation with others because she’s always having to mind that they won’t follow if she gets too far down a more advanced subject. But Julian? He perhaps struggles at a few subjects, but give him time, a few books on the subject, and something to take notes on and the man will come back much more acquainted with the topic- enough to understand what Odelia is telling him and offer useful insight.

3. What things about their LI annoy them?

Oh, for how much she loves him, there are still things about him that grate on her nerves, just like there are things about her that make Julian want to tear his hair out sometimes. Here are some of the bigger things though:

The biggest thing that annoys her is his tendency to drive himself into the ground trying to help or please other people. She loves that he wants to help others. She’s happy to support him in this mission, but when he’s driving himself to the point to of mental exhaustion, where he breaks down crying in frustration over simple things or tries to work through the night to make sure he’s got everything done or skips meals to push through- no, she’s annoyed. What’s worse is that he stubbornly refuses to see that he’s making it harder than it has to be or even accept her help. Everything turns into a minor fight when he’s like that and it takes her threatening him with a lockdown to get him to even concede that there might be a problem.

Another thing that annoys her is when he drinks too much. She doesn’t mind alcohol. She’s not super into drinking and only does so socially and never more than a glass or two, but Julian can and will drink like a fish when the good times are rolling- and she’s not had great interactions with drunk Julian. It’s not that he ever lays a hand on her. Goodness, he’d never mistreat her, but he can turn into a weepy, depressed drunk that verbally abuses himself in the worst ways. She can’t trust him to be by himself if he turns into that version of himself and he has scared her on several occasions, so no, she’s annoyed if he comes home drunk off his ass- because the only time he’s drunk anymore is when the friend he was entrusted to didn’t stop or encouraged the behavior. On a side note, there are friends that are blacklisted from drinking with Julian alone ever again- because he doesn’t like the fact that he goes blackout drunk and wakes to his wife being super distressed.

And the last super big thing that annoys Odelia is Julian’s perchance of being overbearingly protective and then not allow people to be remotely worried about him. If she’s not up to snuff, he’s right there fussing over her and making her rest in bed and ‘don’t you dare get up, my dear, doctors orders’. However, if he has a high fever or a grievous injury, he’s waving it off with some bullshit line like ‘I’m fine, I’m a doctor, I know my limits’. She’s tied him to the bed before because his stubborn ass wouldn’t rest despite how high his fever was or how much he was swaying. Also, on that note, she gets annoyed at how terrible he is at letting someone doctor him. He’ll happily let her fuss over small cuts and ‘boo-boos’ he wants her to kiss better, but she sometimes has to tackle him, hold him down, and do a body search to even know if he has a serious injury (and she usually only suspects him when he’s turning down sex to avoid being caught). And then forget about even treating it without him fighting every step of the way. Yes. Julian can piss her off at times with his more annoying habits.

7. What are some private jokes they share?

Haha, the biggest one is from when they first met. Well, more like, re-met. It was right before Asra had left on his journey and triggered the start of the whole nightmare called ‘Let’s not resurrect the Red Plague or, ya know, merge the dimensions, k, thanks, bye’. She ended up doing Barth a favor of getting him out of the Raven after he had passed out drunk by carrying him out princess style. The whole event ended up with him landing a rather embarrassing moniker (Pretty Princess Jules) at the Raven and no one let’s him forget it.

There are also a few jokes about Odelia’s habit of ‘attacking first, asking awkward questions after’ when spooked. She’s, uh, gotten Julian really good a few times when she had been badly startled- though the first time was the most embarrassing because she nearly did almost kill him.

Also there was an incident involving the mispronunciation of quiche. Odelia, Nadia, and Portia still laugh about it, though Asra and Julian definitely don’t.

Those are the main ones, at this moment, but I’m sure I’ll be thinking up more inside jokes as I keep writing.

If anyone else wants to ask me questions, please do! I fixed my blog site because I had made a mistake in a design choice that ended up with there being no button to ask questions. As you can see with this one, I have fixed that. Please feel free to ask me the April Apprentice Asks or just send me any free form questions you want to know!

#apprenticeapril #julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #The Arcana Game #Julian The Arcana #ask response #Odelia the Artificer

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Jung Hoseok | Hero

Medieval au

Knighthood

Royalty

Violence !

Blood !

Words : 1.2k

Summary : Jung Hoseok had always been considered the weakest out of all the trainees who are under the process of becoming Knights, so he was often looked down upon and bad mouthed when he was chosen as personal Knight of the Princess herself—despite not needing one. One thing led to another, and the female royal had mentioned to him that even if he’s weak, frail, and scared; there’s that ‘something’ lurking inside. An incredible will, a courageous heart, a sleeping ..

Hero

“What is it that you are afraid of?”

Hoseok jumps, his head whipping to the side to stare at the approaching female royal who wore her usual teasing grin.

“Ah, Princess.” he mumbles, stepping to the side to let the woman step farther into the balcony. Her eyes closed gingerly, a sigh leaving her pretty pink lips. “I told you that you are allowed to call me by my name whenever we’re alone.” she whispers softly, earning a small apology from the knight beside her.

Giggling, she shakes her head, “Now tell me, what has you shaking?” she leans against the railing.

Hoseok averts his look towards the sky, marveling across the blue painted canvas. “It’s nothing, your Hi—[Y/n]..” he replies, a smile appearing across his lips.

In spite of the reassuring smile he had shown her, it has no effects to the female.

"You can't lie to me." She says simply, her smile softening in the process. Alas, her Knight replied no more. He knows he can't lie in front of her, she knew him as if he's a coin. It was one of her sides that no one dared to face, she can easily tell whether someone is lying or not.

When he didn't utter a word nor part his lips in order to give a proper reply, [Y/n] gently places her hand upon his shoulder, causing him to look at the royal in bafflement.

He was only met with a sweet gaze.

"I didn't choose you because I pitied you, Hoseok," she gives him a close eyed smile, "You have something more that your fellow trainees aren't able to see with their eyes." The princess raises her finger and taps his chest, "It’s just there," her eyes remained fixed against his wide ones. "Hidden within you." She didn't say anything after that, she stepped away and gave him a ladylike bow. Casting him one last eye smile, she retreated back to the hall.

Hoseok didn't know how to react, he knew how to feel as of the moment; troubled, lost, flustered.

It was the talk of the inhabitants in the castle and the Academy when it was rumored that the Princess was to assign a Knight to her side by orders of the King before he had passed away due to his severe wounds a day after the war.

Which happened a year ago.

Hoseok clung onto the railings of the balcony, heaving another heavy sigh. He can still remember it freshly, it remained new to the mind.

It was just another day in the Academy, the trainees are sparring against the Knights and those who pass will tackle on the next test before proceeding on.

It was that certain day when the Princess, accompanied by viceroys, stroll around the training grounds. Scanning the trainees in hopes of finding the Knight suitable for the young female royal, who that day, looked unimpressed despite the men giving in their best efforts.

It was her presence that led to their success, perfectly passing the first test.

In spite of the achievement, she had hung her head low and shook it.

That is until the sound of a sword falling to the ground disrupt the silence.

The princess was quick to move on her feet, politely weaving through the crowd just in time to witness a fallen trainee. His sword down on the ground with one of the Knight standing as victor.

She smiled brightly, and held her hand out for him to take. The man, who introduced himself as Hoseok, respectfully bowed down.. Before..

"This man; Jung Hoseok, will be assigned to the Knights of the Kyrèa and as my Knight."

For sure, the gasps that lingered around the room still remained in his mind even if a year had passed.

Everyone was shocked -him the most- for someone who had miserably failed the first test was chosen as personal Knight and as a member of the Kyrèa—a group of six Knights who are special, they excel differently, they have mastered different ways individually and are chosen by the King himself. As an individual, one is called according to their order of being chosen.

For him to be a member of the elite group themselves.. is both a blessing and a curse, a burden to carry.

He doesn't have the right to be one, and everyone knew it. But her.

[Y/n].

Had chosen him.

That night, dressed just like the Kyrès, he had approached her.

Desperately asking why him, out of everyone who had passed, he had failed. Yet he was chosen.

It was absurd! Everyone knew that. It became the talk ever since, and he was belittled because of it in spite of his high position.

Her answer remained the same up to this day.

"I didn't choose you because of pity. There's something in you that they can't see—and it’s there. Hidden within you."

He's positive, very positive.

He's not blind, there's no need for him.

[Y/n] is a princess capable of fighting, her elegance and skill of using the sword is used to perfection, and no one dares fight her accuracy with the bow and arrow.

She's a female royal who stands in the front lines of the war, the First Knight by her side along with Hoseok.

Although the viceroys and the villagers themselves are against the idea of the last [L/n] royalty fighting against the enemy, they knew better that she should fight. Her level is equal to those of the Knights of the Kyrèa, and she knew the landscape better than anyone else.

So when a messenger came running inside the balcony with a look of panic in his face, Hoseok can only reciprocate the feeling when the man told him the shocking news.

Footsteps thundered down the hallway, the Fifth and the Fourth Knight desperately searching for the royal.

"Princess—Princess!" The Fourth exclaims, not so politely barging inside the woman's room. The latter looking at the pair in surprise as she tightened the arsenal around her waist.

"Knock next time, idiot," the Fifth sighs, "What if we barged into something else, ah?" He scolds.

You laugh lightly, taking your sword from the wall as you give them a smile. They were known to worry so much they'd often come to you and keep you guarded twenty four seven.

"Jimin, Taehyung," you smile. "Prepare your groups and head to point L4 to the east." the two seemed surprised at your command as you pointed at a specific spot at the map showing the landscape surrounding the kingdom and the following districts.

Jimin, the Fifth Knight, frowns at you.

"You knew?” you nod.

“But you're unguarded—"

Taehyung grins as he slung his arm around the older man, "Nah. Seventh Hobi hyung has it all under control." He gave a thumbs up as you nod with a chuckle.

It's true. Hoseok can handle it, he's perfectly skilled, he just doesn't know it because he's too blinded by his insecurities.

"The enemy has done an abrupt strike without our knowledge, so I trust you two to go to L4 and evacuate the villagers safely. Am I understood?" They nodded at you before saluting, all traces of bliss discarded that very instant. "What about the others..?" You hear Jimin mumble silently.

You took the map from the desk and spread it wide enough so they can see.

"The others along with you will be coming in with their elite group. We don't know if they have reinforcements in their rear, so just in case of urgency, we need to keep a Kyrè behind; Seokjin, will be the one." You move your finger to the land just outside the walls of your kingdom. "I will be in the frontline with Jungkook and Hoseok. Tell both Yoongi and Namjoon that they are to lead separate battalions as secondary offense if ever the front line collapses." You rolled the map up again before placing it on the desk top once more.

"Clear?" You gave them an arched eyebrow.

Jimin still looked concerned than ever, but Taehyung seems confident in your plan.

"[Y/n]." Jimin carefully drawls out your name with anxiousness. "This is the same kingdom that defeated us once—your brother." He didn't stop even when you tensed up. "You should stay here and let the viceroys escort you to safety."

You shook your head, indicating your stubbornness. You need to be there.

You will shed blood for the sake of your murdered family.

"That won't happen," you stated to him. "Here, after you and Taehyung are done evacuating the villagers, come fight. Alright?"

Both men weren't able to reply to your statements for the sudden blow of a horn invaded all tension. Alerting everyone of the sudden urgency.

"Move, now." You command, moving past them as you began walking down the halls. Just in time to see Hoseok coming your way, a panicked look in his eyes.

The same look he gave you when he was pulling you along the hidden passage way leading to a different exit route from your father's palace.

It was similar today, an ambush.

Your father was killed instantly, and you are unable to fight due to being garbed in a long dress. Hoseok had to guide you as quick as he could to the hidden routes as you were forced to retreat to your older brother's castle on your Knight's trusty steed.

"[Y/n]—" Hoseok was cut off when he realized that you are fully armoured now. Geared up with your arsenal. Immediately, he began shaking his head and waving his hands frantically. "—No, you have to leave. I can't have you dying out there." He demands. Sighing in exasperation, you tapped his hand.

“That’s why you’re there, hm?” you smile lopsidedly before hurrying off.

Leaving behind a helpless Knight whose stare followed your disappearing form.

Masterlist

#bts jhope #jhope #jung hoseok #x reader #fanfiction #bts #romance #medieval au #knight #princess #some angst #non idol au

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