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bakerstreet2018-11-05 08:11 am
onlycareaboutshipping) wrote in bakerstreet2018-11-05 08:11 am
[ Open to everything, up to and including Peters. ]
[ faves β₯
age difference, cheating, fetish, violent, forbidden love, stockholm, corruption, noncon
no β₯
bestiality
canonmates, crosscanon/medium, & ocs all welcome. feel free to shoot me a pm to plot anything out! ♥ ]
age difference, cheating, fetish, violent, forbidden love, stockholm, corruption, noncon
no β₯
bestiality
canonmates, crosscanon/medium, & ocs all welcome. feel free to shoot me a pm to plot anything out! ♥ ]
| | [ Not looking for noncon or dubcon, but anything else is on the table. ] |
When the kingdom of Corona brought the Band of the Hawk into its thrall, Guts was far from overjoyed. Though his compatriots rejoiced at the prospect of a steady stream of money and supplies - all in exchange for protecting the realm from encroaching enemy nations, of course - Guts knew that Corona was yet another stepping stone towards Griffith's larger goal. Amassing enough power and influence to own a kingdom, all despite the lowborn origins of Griffith and his followers, sounded like a sincere enough ambition at first glance. But the subterfuge, the bloodshed, and the palaver involved in amassing that power... not only has Guts bore witness to all that, he's had a direct hand in it - assassinating political opponents who staunchly condemned Griffith's ascension in Midland, and now... bedding Corona's once-lost princess.
Acting not only as captain of the Falcon's Raiders but as Princess Rapunzel's closest bodyguard, Guts' newest position spoke to the utmost trust Griffith had earned from the royal family in a matter of months. Griffith, who expressed a supposed 'commitment' to Charlotte of Midland, seemed as serene as ever when, on a fateful evening in the privacy of his new study, he delivered the command to Guts. Though Griffith's soft-spoken charisma was as astounding and impressive as always, Guts found the idea of being with the princess in any capacity all too ludicrous. What was there to gain, politically, by compromising himself in such a way? What was to happen when the princess would one day bear an heir? What, then, would be lost if Guts denied Griffith's command and fled from Corona, forgoing his loyalty to the Hawk?
Such questions had to wait, it seemed, as before long... Guts had already started sleeping with Rapunzel. If this was Griffith's way of ensuring Corona's line of succession would remain loyal to the Band of the Hawk, Guts would still show no compunctions cursing the bastard's name in his mind. But he also... couldn't deny interest, here. He couldn't deny that the intimate moments he shared with Rapunzel, including the many quiet talks into ungodly hours spent in the refuge of her bedroom, all amounted to something he genuinely cherished. Here, with the princess, were brief respites from the violence Guts dealt in day by day. Though he was supposed to be her closest body guard, it was practically a symbolic position given how often he was needed in battle.
At least, when the time came that he could finally enter Rapunzel's room, he was glad he didn't have to clandestinely scale the castle walls somehow. It was something he worried might have been necessary, until it sunk in how many privileges he was afforded as Rapunzel's highest-ranking body guard.
As such, he simply walked in through her door, locking it shut behind him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, princess."
By now, Rapunzel was already in her nightgown. Guts, clad in a tunic ensemble he usually wore beneath his armor, had wet hair. He was rinsing himself off before this, washing away the blood of other men.
"There were assassins in the forest just beyond the city."
His demeanor was severe, like he had yet to leave the woods he just spoke of.
"They've been stamped out."
Acting not only as captain of the Falcon's Raiders but as Princess Rapunzel's closest bodyguard, Guts' newest position spoke to the utmost trust Griffith had earned from the royal family in a matter of months. Griffith, who expressed a supposed 'commitment' to Charlotte of Midland, seemed as serene as ever when, on a fateful evening in the privacy of his new study, he delivered the command to Guts. Though Griffith's soft-spoken charisma was as astounding and impressive as always, Guts found the idea of being with the princess in any capacity all too ludicrous. What was there to gain, politically, by compromising himself in such a way? What was to happen when the princess would one day bear an heir? What, then, would be lost if Guts denied Griffith's command and fled from Corona, forgoing his loyalty to the Hawk?
Such questions had to wait, it seemed, as before long... Guts had already started sleeping with Rapunzel. If this was Griffith's way of ensuring Corona's line of succession would remain loyal to the Band of the Hawk, Guts would still show no compunctions cursing the bastard's name in his mind. But he also... couldn't deny interest, here. He couldn't deny that the intimate moments he shared with Rapunzel, including the many quiet talks into ungodly hours spent in the refuge of her bedroom, all amounted to something he genuinely cherished. Here, with the princess, were brief respites from the violence Guts dealt in day by day. Though he was supposed to be her closest body guard, it was practically a symbolic position given how often he was needed in battle.
At least, when the time came that he could finally enter Rapunzel's room, he was glad he didn't have to clandestinely scale the castle walls somehow. It was something he worried might have been necessary, until it sunk in how many privileges he was afforded as Rapunzel's highest-ranking body guard.
As such, he simply walked in through her door, locking it shut behind him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, princess."
By now, Rapunzel was already in her nightgown. Guts, clad in a tunic ensemble he usually wore beneath his armor, had wet hair. He was rinsing himself off before this, washing away the blood of other men.
"There were assassins in the forest just beyond the city."
His demeanor was severe, like he had yet to leave the woods he just spoke of.
"They've been stamped out."
no prob! i'm writing this as if they've already screwed btw
schwarzflugel
- 2018-11-09 09:29 (UTC) - Expand[ m/f and m/m equally welcome, all prompts except for non-con and pregnancy stuff are good to go. Eddie and Venom are both available, let me know if you've got a preference ("both" is also an option). cross-canon and assumed cr are always welcome, let me know if you want to work something out ahead of time! ]
[ So. Up for some depraved shenanigans? I've got a few ideas, if you're into Eddie/May. ]
left this a little loose so we could tighten things up as we go.
benjaminbutton
- 2018-11-07 13:54 (UTC) - Expand(particularly interested in age difference, cheating (ahri convincing someone to), size, interspecies, bestiality. down with incest if you want to au it. fine with m/f, f/f, futa/f.)
[ no violence, student/teacher (normally my jam but not with her canon), authority or non-con. ]
[Anything against the incest option? Be them full or half-blooded siblings or even step-siblings?]
No Beast! ]
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