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Stella, She/Her, artist and writer. Message me for information on commissions or send in requests! Search Rules and Masterlist for those things!

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Update

First off, I want to apologize if my personal post scared you and possibly triggered some of you in any way (thinking about deleting it). I was in a very dark mindset when I wrote that post. I’ve been feeling better since then. While I’m still a work in progress, I’m getting there. Anyways, I know I haven’t been active on this blog as I wanted to be, because I love The Royal Tutor so much! I started the professional phase of my university program in the fall which kept me busy. And one miserable semester later, I realized that the program wasn’t for me. So I switched programs a month ago, and it happened so suddenly that I continued to experience the burnout and mental fatigue my old program had caused. It was interfering with my present in my new program which was very frustrating. But now, I’ve reached a point where I feel like I’m finally adjusting to everything. And now I’m currently brainstorming ideas about what else I can do with this blog! You all are free to send me any suggestions! Thank you all for your continuous support!

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Glad to see you're feeling better friend!

[samuraiko]

This NEEDS to be Bruno’s new look...

He was *MEANT* for this look.

Not that the princes don’t all gorgeously rock the imperial formalwear uniform, but… JUST LOOK AT HIM. 

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌💖

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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How to draw Afro textured 4c hair - an explanation/Tutorial

For those of you that don’t know what 4c hair is, 4c hair is a hair texture type that contains coils to small and tight that the hair appears to be more puffy rather than curly ( like to photo below ) this is in NO WAY to be confused with curly hair. there is a drastic difference.

As a black artist that primarily draws characters with 4c hair, I’ve been asked many times to do a tutorial on 4c hair so here we go~

before we get into 4c hair, lets take a moment to fully understand it by talking about hair texture in a general sense first

let’s take a look at this example of straight hair vs curly hair ( 1 type straight hair vs 3 type curly hair )

If you take a moment to compare the two you’ll notice straight hair is flat, it has no texture. Straight hair perfectly hangs down similar to liquid-like silk. It’s lack of curl pattern is the reason as to why it hangs perfectly flat.

curly hair on the other hand doesn’t lie down flat and silky like straight hair, It’s more thick. Curly hair in it’s raw and unstyled state has a trapezoid like shape this is because the sides of the hair spread more outward.

So why is this? Why is straight hair flat and curly hair thick?

the answer to that question is a thing called piling up. When it comes to hair texture, the shape of the hair strands aren’t the only thing that matters, its how the strands coexist with each other, Curly hair strands coexist by piling up on top each other.

moisture also effects hair texture too, different hair types absorbs moisture differently, thus the thickness of each hair type is different. 

…..soooo, how does this all relate to how to draw 4c hair?? 

Well let’s take a look at the drawing below. Notice how the arrows go outward more as the hair texture gets curlier. As we’ve already discussed, this is because hair piles up, The curlier the hair texture, the more it piles up on each other, the bigger it gets, the more outward the arrows go.

Out of any hair texture, 4C hair has the most curls. Because of this, the hair piles up on each other so much that it doesn’t lie down flat like straight hair, nor does it make a trapezoid like shape like curly hair, it instead becomes more cloud like.❤️

This is what you need to take into account when it comes to drawing 4C hair.

Think of it as piling up a bunch of cotton balls on each other. The most cotton on top of top to lead to a bigger patch of  cotton. this is 4c hair.

How to not draw 4c hair:

Garnet fanart. Let’s talk about Garnet Fanart. I notice a trend that when artists draw Garnet from Steven universe, her hair texture is usually changed to 3 type curly like texture. This subtle form of White washing has confused me because this is inaccurate. 

Garnet’s hair is in the shape of a cube. Though 3 type hair piles up on each other, it isn’t curly nor thick enough for their hair to stay in the shape of a cube. Curly hair lies down more than 4c hair. So garnet’s hair being in the shape of a cube is a dead giveaway that it is 4C. Why do you think hairstyles like flat tops are usually seen on black men with 4c hair? It’s because, the 4c hair texture is thick and strong enough to stay in whatever shape you put it in.

please, if you’re drawing a character with 4c hair, avoid drawing it like curly 3 type hair, this is very anti-black and texturist.

So, how do you draw 4c hair?

honestly, its the most easy thing in the world

i wanna clarify that blobby looking 4c drawings ( like the one on the top left ) can work depending on how cartoony your art style is.

Another thing that I want to greatly clarify when it comes to drawing 4C hair is, YOU. DONT. NEED. TO. DRAW. EVERY. HAIR. STRAND!…..like, seriously. I’ve gotten many messages about how 4C hair is hard to draw, and it’s always left me confused; but then I find out that the same people that have trouble drawing 4C hair, attempt to draw every single strand of hair. This is unnecessarily time consuming because it’s merely impossible to get every single detail down, especially when you have a simple cartoon style. 4C hair does not require much effort, all you’re doing is drawing lumps. It’s that simple, nothing more nor nothing less.

The reason why I greatly advise all of you to avoid drawing every single hair strand is because in real life, when you look at a 4C textured Afro, your eyes don’t pick up on each individual hair strand like straight or curly hair. 4C hair, appears to be more undefined and cloud like, so attempting to draw each and every individual strand is unnecessary and will most likely end up looking inaccurate.

Anyways! that’s it for now! there will be a part 2 to this tutorial that will come out next week! i hope you guys have learned from this and apply it to your black character in your art!~

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Was having a sketch off and created this beauty

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Prompt Writing

18. What can you do to unleash or further develop your creativity?

It is rather ironic to me that I would get saddled with this as my first prompt. Randomly selected of course. I would not have picked this one out of my own choice. And yet, here it is presented to me on a silver platter. I am at pique low motivation. Never have I ever cared less or had less motivation to do anything in my life than this year, this month, this week, this day. And yet, I think I can answer it. Creativity is a beautiful thing. So few people have it, but those who do make things. They make things. Things that have no existed ever before suddenly exist. It is such a beautiful and underrated thing. Human advancement is built on creativity in humanity. We are little shadows of our creator and create things in our own little shadows. It is absolutely fascinating. And yet, we shame it. We shame it. I remember as a child, I created worlds so unbelievably complex and creative I could only dream to recreate anything similar to it. But I killed it instead of nurturing it. Frankly, it is my own fault in that regard. And yet I still try to create. There is no way to foster creativity by forcing it. You can sit in front of a canvas all day, trying to make something as amazing as da Vinci and I almost guarantee you will not make anything. We do not have the patience, nor the potential. Creativity and inspiration comes and goes. We are not unlike Orpheus in this situation- desperately trying to cling to our muse only for it to vanish once we turn around to face it. We have to take a backwards approach to inspiration and creativity. Only by not trying can you succeed. Those who have fun and enjoy their work truly create the most beautiful things. Maybe we all have taken the wrong approach to creativity that success is the only goal. And that in turn has ruined our creativity. As a result, I will unleash my creativity, by simply not trying to anymore. We will see where it goes and hopefully, I will relearn how to have fun.

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Hello everybody!

I wanted to take this time and announce a hiatus. While my other hiatus was specifically for this blog, this one is going to be for all of my blogs xD

With everything going on in the news, I feel like I've been being affected by always seeing politics and horrible things every single day. I love this website for all of the wacky hijinks and the creators. The memes are a gift. Truly this community, tumblr, is the only website like it. No other is home. It is also the website I have been on for over 7 years now. I have seen so much and too much lol.

I do plan on coming back eventually. I love to create and I love to view creations. But I need to prioritize my mental health first.

And before I go, I want everyone to know that it's okay to be overwhelmed by what's going on. Corona is absolutely terrifying. This year has been a disaster and to say we have no peace is accurate. You do not have to stay informed constantly. Especially if any of this is negatively affecting you. Technology has made an easy way for people to constantly be on us. We can always know what is happening every where all at once and we do. That is way too much to be dealing with.

One of my reasons for writing is to give people an escape from the world. Because my goodness we all need a break. So in final regards, everyone please take care of yourselves. You cannot keep pouring an empty glass.

And with that, I will see you all later.

Be brave and all the bests,

Latte

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I have been in love with the idea of a poor MC with Jumin Han for a while, so I decided to write a full on fiction about it. I’ll do it in parts, and maybe for the other characters routes. But I reaaalllly wanted to do Jumin. So enjoy the introduction!

Money is something everyone in the world wants, it is a huge motivator and there never seems to be enough for those who actually need it. You were no different in this situation. You had grown up without a father, and a gambling addict, alcoholic for a mother. Between the two, any money earned was immediately thrown out. From a very young age, you had to figure out how to survive. Through sheer luck and willpower, you somehow managed to attend higher education and complete the degree. Being fresh out of university, you had more bills and debts to pay than you knew what to do with, and no place to live. Perhaps it was this desperation to not move back in with your mother that led you to do what you did.

UNKNOWN: Do you mind going to the address?

You weren't sure how to respond to this. As an educated young lady, surely you were smart enough not to go to a random strangers address. Obviously this was a scam and you would be murdered… or worse. Still, there was something about this stranger. Who knows, maybe by doing a good deed some luck would come out of it.

MC: Fine… I’m leaving right away if it feels sketchy.

And so, you went. You knocked on the door and no one answered. After little convincing on Unknown’s part, you entered the apartment. It was bigger than your entire house growing up. Slowly, you peaked around the hallway, praying someone wouldn’t come out and shoot you. The apartment appeared to be upkept, despite the lack of evidence of life. The plants were flourishing and there was barely any dust. You walked around, not being as careful about your steps, to explore the rest of the apartment. The bathroom had a shower and a bathtub in it and was fully stocked with make-up and soaps. The kitchen had all the utensils needed to cook, but thankfully no food to rot away. For the bedroom, a queen sized bed sat in the center of the room. There was a walk in closet, but not much else in the room. You sit on the bed, surprised at how comfortable it was.

“This feels so wrong to be here,” you muttered to yourself.

The apartment felt way fancier than anything she had ever experienced. It was also someone else's. Oh gosh, I’m in someone else's house. Flipping your phone, you went to text Unknown back. You blinked in wonder at your screen. A chat room seemed to appear with multiple people in it, none of whom you recognized. Possibly the most perplexing part was how a chatroom got on your flip phone. Were those things not smartphone specific? You read from when you entered in. Maybe it’s a game? Skimming quickly, you caught up, realizing they were addressing...you. Notagamenotagamenotagame.

MC: Hello…

You smacked yourself on the head mentally for such a stupid greeting. They were freaking out, you were breaking and entering into a private chatroom and someone else’s house. The phone buzzed quickly as responses filled in.

JUMIN: Who is it?

YOOSUNG: Find out what it is!

JAEHEE: How did you find out about this place? Where did you download the application?

This is it. You were going to jail. Most definitely. Goodbye dreams. So much for doing a good deed.

707: I traced the IP….it’s from Rika’s apartment.

Fuck.

707: Anyways, someone must have broken into her apt.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

YOOSUNG: Who are you?! How did you get into Rika’s apartment?!

JAEHEE: Username “MC”, I recommend that you confess.

JUMIN: MC...who are you?

You sighed, deciding to just explain what happened. You would probably be going to jail anyway, maybe they would take pity on you. You began typing your plea for ignorance and mercy.

JUMIN: Reveal yourself, stranger. If you do not reveal yourself, you will pay.

“What!” You exclaimed, mouth agape. With a hmph, you erased the half paragraph of begging.

MC: Reveal yourself first. I’m the most confused one here…

You smiled a tad, crossing your arms happily. Your phone rang again with more replies.

JUMIN: How fierce.

That’s more like it.

After a little bit of conversation and some mentions of 707… “hacking”, they started to introduce themselves one by one. Zen, age 24 came first. He had the most striking eyes on anyone you had ever seen and was just all out gorgeous. If love at first sight was a thing, perhaps this was it. He seemed super kind and thoughtful too. Although, you had never seen him before, despite his apparent fame. 707, age 22, went next, no picture, no real name. Despite him apparently hacking something involving you, he seemed kind as well. Yoosung, age 21, went next. He was probably the most adorable boy you had ever met. High school you would’ve had a major crush on him from appearance alone. He mentioned he was a college student and you suddenly wanted to ask him about his struggles.707 took the liberty to introduce Jumin, Jaehee, and Jumin’s cat to you. Jumin, 27, had seemed rather cold right off the bat. Jaehee, 26, also appeared to be as cold. However, there was something about seeing Jumin with a cat that made you feel less hostile towards him. Animal lovers are rarely bad people, right?

Following introductions, 707 asked you some questions that you answered honestly. Afterall, you weren’t much of a liar, and something told you honesty was the only answer in this situation. 

707: Lookedintoownerofdevice

707: she’scutelol

You looked around the room, squinting. Were their cameras around? How did he know what you looked like? You had no social media.

707: thohowdidyougetanapponaflipphone

MC: I was redirected from the text message...I honestly am just as puzzled as you lol.

Then, their “leader” named V appeared. He explained that the chat room was for them to discuss information for their charity organization, which explains why everyone panicked. The apartment you were in held top secret information on a lot of important people. A cold sweat broke out on the back of your neck, your breathing quickened. I’m so lucky that they aren’t just calling the police oml. The rest of the members explained who Rika was and that you were in her apartment. She had long passed, but apparently V payed the rent. Then he left, telling everyone to calm down and leaving Jumin to deal with the rest of things.

JUMIN: MC, will you join the RFA?

You could say no. Leave this all behind and go back to your normal life of struggle. You could go find a job and look for a home and wait until you either moved back in with your mother or her with you. And you almost did. It seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. All of these guys seemed rather passionate with their work. They threw fancy parties with really important people. That was a type of classy you could never hope to be. But. You could join. They would let you live her, maybe rent free. You could not worry about being destitute and focus on doing things to help a lot of people for a really good cause. You could even search for a job you genuinely liked in your degree. You could make some new friends. Perhaps you could even help people out of situations that you came from. What could it hurt?

MC: Alright. It looks fun. I’ll give it a go.

You smiled slightly, reading the responses from the others.

YOOSUNG: That’s a fast decision.

JUMIN: Ha. I like it.

JAEHEE: I wonder if you have thought this through.

ZEN: Welcome MC.

You put your phone down, laying on the bed with a genuine smile on your face. You hadn’t felt as confident in a decision in a while. You had a really good feeling about this group of people. Who knows where this had the potential to take you.

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You should totally include Beatrix in some of the Headcanons she's a really interesting character

That's Kai's fiance right? I haven't had a chance to read the manga yet, so the characters I normally write for are the anime ones lol. However, once I do read it I'll definitely include her and many others in! Also if anyone wants to request her, they can. I'll do my research lol

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Hiiii, could you please make a royal tutor Yandere AU, where Bruno goes absolutely nuts from the mere thought that he would have to share his Master with someone else? Kidnapping and all that stuff is just so fun, isn't it?

Spoilers for the end of the anime!

Also, this is my first time writing a Yandere type thing, so hopefully, it’s good!

Bruno can usually be described as passionate about what he chooses to pursue. He did not see himself as incredibly smart or a protege in any way. But he wanted to be respected. More than anything. So he worked for it. While his other brothers pursued their own interests, he studied. He learned arithmetic, chess, science, music, geometry. There was not a subject that Bruno did not know something in, and there was great pride in this fact. The young prince was as self-made as you could get. This is probably why when he met Heine for the first time, it bothered him so badly.

Here was this unqualified, tiny man, who was going to teach him something new? Without even a degree to his name, nor a prestigious letter of recommendation. How outrageous. Bruno von Grannzreich has conversed and shook hands with the best of the best. His father only hired the best of the best. And yet, with everything working against this man, he turned out to be the best one! Heine knew how to dance, how to play instruments. He was well versed in the sciences and mastered the arts. Physically, he could do anything. Logically, he could out-think anyone. This was the moment Bruno was humbled. He was so unworthy to even be in the room with someone as capable as Heine Wittgenstein. Heine never saw Bruno how he deserved to be looked at, Heine saw Bruno for who he was and who he could be. It only fitted for Heine to be his Master. There could possibly be no other.

He had learned so much from Heine through his careful tutoring. Heine could look into the depths of your soul and see what ailed you as well as what you needed. Bruno was fully convinced that Heine was the only one who knew him thoroughly. Not even his brothers could say that about the young prince. He loved them dearly, but Heine had a special place in his heart. Placing exactly where his emotions landed turned out to be a tad more complicated than Bruno expected. Why did Master have so much control over his thoughts? Not a day went by that he was not thinking of his Master in some way. Where did Heine spend his days? How did he get to be to where he is? Bruno wanted to know everything about Heine.

One day, he had an epiphany. It happened shortly after his family almost lost its most valuable member. The day Heine left as his royal tutor. Bruno felt his world crumble to pieces. He had never felt more dejected or miserable in his entire life. Sure, they got Master back. All it took was a heartwarming speech to the royal council from his fellow siblings. That day, Bruno realized two things. One, his brothers need Heine as much as him. Two, he could never rely on always having his Master beside him. The later thought terrorized the young male, the former idea motivated him. Some way or another, Bruno had to do something. Perhaps if someone had seen the dangerous way the young prince's eyes had changed or how he looked at Heine just a little too long...the following could have been prevented.

He planned it well. While Bruno was no genius, he did work hard at his strategies. Bruno used to say that his Master always had the best winning strategy... but then he trained Bruno. It took weeks to plan. If his plan failed, Heine might leave forever. That could not happen. Occasionally, a bit of guilt would pang in his chest. Was he going too far? He shook the idea off as quickly as it came. Heine would understand as soon as he explained everything. He always understands. Bruno knew he was on his own. Kai, as loyal and protective as he was, would never assist with keeping the tutor against his will. Leon would be unable to follow his every direction to the letter. There were too many unknown variables that would appear with Leon's help. Licht would be the most ideal out of the three of his closest siblings. Bruno could not shake the suspicion that Licht would try and take the lead and all the credit for his brilliant idea. He would not have his glory stepped on.

The plan would be simple to execute, difficult to keep going. After mapping Heine's schedule, he knew he had a three-day vacation planned for tomorrow. Heine did not have plans with anyone in particular, he was going to catch up on housework, reading, and sleep. Bruno was suspicious on whether or not Heine had been lying about not having plans with anyone. It was imperative to his idea that no one would be expecting Heine. To determine this, Bruno suggested to his father that Heine might be overworking himself. Viktor then requested Heine to have tea with him, where Bruno overheard the whole conversation. Bruno then bribed a guard to stakeout Heine's home for the week to see if he made any plans or not. The prince made a variety of strategies depending on Heine's arrangments with anyone. Luckily, no one had made any, so Bruno was in the clear for part two of the plan.

After tutoring, Heine always went to Viktor to discuss the day. Bruno had mentioned that for this weekend, he would be away for a conference and was leaving the same day Heine was. As Heine prepared for his home, Bruno would offer him a ride. From there, Bruno had two separate plans that would be executed depending on whether he accepted or not.

"Good evening, your Highness," greeted the tutor.

Bruno's pulse quickened, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. This was it. "Greetings, Master. Where do you find yourself going this evening?" 

Heine regarded the prince for a moment, his eyes moving around the prince's face before he responded. "I am on my way to have a cup of tea and perhaps grab some supper at a local business."

Bruno nodded thoughtfully, "I see." His breath quickened. "May I offer you a ride to your destination?"

The tutor put a hand up, dismissing the thought. "It is not too far of a walk, and the weather is quite beautiful." He gestured to the outside with the dimming sun and light breeze. "Besides, I believe that you have a lecture to give? You worked hard on preparing for it, being late would not give a well-received reaction, your Highness."

"I was about ready to grab some supper as well." Bruno clenched his fist against the seat, tapping his fingers against the cloth. "Master," he ventured, "may I eat with you?"

Heine starred directly into the young prince's eyes as he mulled it over. His eyes moved around as he assessed the situation.

There was a chance he would reject Bruno, but that resulted in a more... uncomfortable incentive. Bruno did not want to hurt the tutor in any way. He felt it would wound him far more to cause harm to someone he respected the most. At the end of the day, he would do what he must.

After what felt like an eternity to the young prince, he received an answer.  

"As you wish, your Highness."

With that, Heine jumped into the carriage, moving next to Bruno.

Bruno let out a deep breath he had not even known he was holding in. His hands rested against the seat, relaxing. Even with this small victory, the plan was far from over. He knew how capable his Master was. Bruno had seen Heine escape from the hardest places.

The next phase of the plan. Bruno was unaware of how high the tutor's drug tolerance was, nor his senses to detect it. The young prince had spent hours mixing chemicals in his lab to create the perfect elixir. It would keep the tutor unconscious for a few hours, but be undetectable. He had tested minor douses on the royal taste testers. They were unable to tell anything had been added to their drinks. Bruno was convinced it would work. He rested his hand against the vials, running a finger against it slowly. His eyes bore into the curtain ahead of him, running through the plan several more times. A tiny hand waving in front of his face tore him out of his thoughts.

"Prince Bruno," Heine called sternly, concern coloring his gaze. "I asked if you were alright."

Bruno waved a hand dismissingly, smiling. "Yes, yes, I am well." His eyes drifted towards his pocket again. "Just," a finger tracing the vial, "thinking."

Heine leaned back, revealing his tutoring stick. He gave Bruno a light tap on the hand. "Worrying will not calm your nerves. Only practice and confidence." The stick disappeared into his robes as quickly as it was revealed. "Besides," he turned toward Bruno, gracing him with a rare smile. "I tutored you well, you will do wonderful."

A pang of guilt knocked against Bruno's chest. "Yes, thank you, Master." He folded his hands in his lab, twiddling his thumbs.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. A restaurant on the outskirts of town. Well-known for good food, but not popular enough due to the inconvenience of travel. It was the perfect spot to do what needed to be done. They would get a table in the back, purchase some drinks, and then be on their way. By the time the elixir took effect, they would be long gone.

As Bruno sat at the table, drink in hand, he realized Heine would be a lot more perceptive than he gave him credit for. It alarmed him that he would still underestimate his Master- even after everything! Bruno got up after a moment, excusing himself for the restroom. On the way, he passed the waitress, carrying a tray full of refills.

 "Excuse me, miss," Bruno announced, touching her hand to stop her.

The waitress looked at him, giving him an up and down. "Yeah?"

"I need you to put this in a drink and give it to my counterpart," he whispered, passing her one vial. "As a prince of Grannzreich, I can guarantee compensation for your silence."

The women's eyes widened, realizing her position. She had caught the edge to the prince's voice and realized she had no choice... but to bey. "Yes, your highness."

He walked past her, continuing to the restroom. "We were not here tonight."

The waitress took a deep breath, returning to the kitchen. There she prepared refills for the prince and his counterpart. She dumped the vial into the young man's drink and mixed it around. Her hands shook slightly with the weight of what she was asked to do.

 She brought the drinks to the table, setting them down with a slightly clink.

The tutor looked up from his reading to regard the young women. "I did not order another drink."

The young woman gave her best flirtatious smile. "It's on the house." With that, she headed off back to the kitchen. She tried not to think of what would happen to the child. What grievance could the prince possibly have? Shaking her head, she decided to clear her questions. It was none of her business to question the royals. And in doing so would be entirely pointless.

Bruno finally returned from the restroom, sitting down. Heine had finished half of his second beverage. Bruno decided to bring attention to it. "Two drinks? Will you be fine getting home?"

Heine sipped his beverage thoughtfully. "Do not worry, Your Highness," his eyes locked on to Bruno's. "I will have no trouble making my way home."

After a few more drinks and the consumption of their meals, the pair headed outside.

"I will bid you good night now," Heine smiled up at the prince. "Thank you for the meal, although you did not have to pay for my side."

"Nonsense, Master!" Bruno waved his hands fervently. "What kind of disciple would I be to not tend to your goodwill?"

The air was crisp with a slight fog. The moon was hiding between some clouds with not a star in sight. Bruno vaguely wondered if even the sky was hiding its face for the next part.

Heine nodded. Not in agreement, but in acknowledgment. He seemed uncomfortable being called Master but had adjusted to it. "Yes," he huffed, "so it seems I must head off."

"Do let me give you a ride home," the young royal offered. "I would hate to be worried about your safety during my trip."

The tutor rolled his eyes. "I am not some child, your Highness," he stated bitterly. "I am more than capable of walking myself home that you do not need to fret over my safety."

Bruno's heart started to race, and he tensed up. "Forgive me for suggesting you are incapable, but it is easier this way."

Heine regarded his student for a moment. "Bruno," he finally said, dropping the formalities, "what is the matter with you?"

 The young prince's mouth went dry, a cold sweat forming on the back of his neck. Master never called him by his name. "What could you possibly mean, Master?"

"I am no fool," he muttered, pulling out his teaching stick again. "There is some type of foolery. You are guilty and yet level headed." He tapped the rod against the carriage. "For whatever reason, you are convinced to spend your evening with me, and I need to know why." His eyes squinted suspiciously.

Bruno sighed. "I cannot tell you here, please get in the carriage, and I will explain the whole thing."

Heine shook his head. "I cannot do that, your Highness."

"It will be so much easier if you do."

"What game are you playing?" Heine huffed.

Bruno narrowed his eyes, slamming his fist against the vehicle. "Get into the damn carriage."

Bruno blinked in shock at himself. He had not expected him to lose any of his disposition. It was no apparent to himself who was more shocked. Heine did not appear to be fazed in the slightest.

"Your Highness, I know more about you and what this is all about than you think," the tutor responded calmly. His head tilted towards the firey prince. After observing for a moment, he conceded. "I already know you drugged me."

Bruno flew backward, his eyes flying open in unveiled confusion. "How could you possibly have known?"

"I am no child, your Highness." Heine made movements towards the carriage. "I suppose we will see where this goes." As he gets into the carriage, he leans against the seat.

Bruno moved to the other side of the carriage, still in bewilderment. "Why are you surrendering?"

Heine laid his head back, sighing. "It's time for a lesson, but I do not believe I can teach you this one directly." He looks out the window, biting his cheek. "Do as you must." With that, Heine succumbed to the drugs and fell asleep.

Bruno exhaled sharply. The deed was finally done. As he ordered the guards to drive to his hideout, he could not help but feel he had been bested again. This was no victory. This an allowance. If Heine had not allowed himself to be captured... The young prince knew Heine could teach him so much. Now that he would have unlimited access to his tutor, he could learn everything from him 24/7. As they slowly drove towards their destination, Heine's words repeated in his head. "Do as you must." It started with a chuckle, but eventually, Bruno blossomed to gut-wrenching laughter. If he had his Master's approval, of course, he was in the right. Bruno would do as he must.

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Its no use. Once you fall into the My Hero Academia pit, there's no coming out! *Evil villain laughter*

I guess I'm stuck here then

Unless one of the heros rescue me??

Idk I kinda like it here lol

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Y'all I've fallen into the My Hero Academia pit. In particular, for Dabi and Mirio. Oh mi gossssssh.

I love them.

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Finally Done!

Alrighty everybody. The blog has everything transferred from @theroyaltutorimagines to here. Send in your requests!

Search rules on my page to see what fandoms I’m doing as well as what I will and won’t do. (It has changed a bit).

Search masterlist on my page to see all the works. I edited some of them slightly, so go read your old favorites.

Send in your requests! I’m starting on a fresh clean slate with this blog.

I will also delete @theroyaltutorimagines on July 1st, 2020. This is just to allow as many people as possible to make the jump over here.

And finally, mute Latte Lectures if you don’t want to see anything not fandom related.

Thanks guys!

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Grandma MC Headcannons

Mystic Messenger fans prepare:

You’ve heard of foreign MC, you’ve heard of teen MC, you’ve heard of rich MC, you have even heard of pony MC....

But you know what you have not heard?

GRANDMA MC!

That is right. Old lady MC.

Goes to the apartment because grandma MC is fearless and always willing to help a stranger

Unknown wasn’t expecting an older woman but decided it would work as the RFA shouldn’t be as suspicious

MC logs on and when people start suspecting her gets defensive on respect

“Back in my day....”

Seven finds an old woman on the cameras and immediately is intrigued.

Makes jokes to play on Zen

V feels worse because omg everyone is involved now.

Zen flirts with MC a lot because Seven does the whole, “wowza, she’s a real hottie.”

Once they all find out MC is elderly, they get an attitude change

Yoosung feels bad about complaining and MC kinda treats him like a grandchildren of hers.

“You’re young. You still have time to figure everything out.”

“Eat well or when you get to be my age you won’t be able to walk!”

Fear

Jaehee is highly respectful and you give her career advice.

Connects you with the best coffee and acts like MC’s daughter)

You help her get more in touch with herself

“Take care of yourself, I’ll talk to Jumin.”

MC no.

“I did my fair share of office work, I can cover for you.”

You bake goods for her cafe

Zen is an awe. He MUST help you.

You say that he reminds you of your late husband and you support his career from that day forward

Zen cries as he now has another cheerleader and goes out of his way at the party to make sure you are okay

Zen chill

You treat him like a grandson as well

“Success is found in love.”

Jumin treats you like his father- respectfully and happily.

You are an excellent discussion partner full of wisdom.

He makes sure your health care is in order.

Let’s you play with Elizabeth III

Asks for advice occasionally

Also pays for you to have housekeeping and a driver at all times

Seven tries to pull pranks on you

You pull them back

Seven is in love halp

He hacks your retirement funds to add money to them

You give him cookies

You also give him advice

V apologies as much as he would with anyone else, maybe 10x more like he would with a teenager because he feels WORSE

V it’s okay

You get on him for hiding his guilt out of shame

“You’re just like my late-husband, always sorry.”

V is the type to say sorry about saying sorry.

Ultimately helps him to not internalize his guilt as much

Grandma MC becomes the mother/grandmother no one in the RFA had

Bakes cookies for the party

All the guests love them

“Who is the caterer? These cookies are divine!”

“Our very own MC.”

MC suddenly has a mini job for a lot of important guests

Wears aprons with cats on them

Invites members over for tea and makes sure they eat well

Ultimately helps them all overcome their issues

Supports them and their dreams

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The Royal Tutor Drinking Game!

Take a shot every time:

(Including the additions by @samurai-ko @adricrevan and @auroravonglanzreich)

Bruno refers to Heine as master

Heine gets mad at someone for calling him short

“I am not a child.”

Leon whines about school work

Viktor and Heine refer to their….“past”

Chibi versions!

Leon runs away from his problems

Kai pets Heine

Eins is mentioned

“Eins is the true heir, but if he dies, I gotta have four back-ups.”

“Heina”

Someone makes fun of Heine’s art

Someone makes fun of Leon’s grades

The brothers plot something together

Kai says something is soft

Actions get narrated. (”Step step step step step! Roll roll roll roll roll!”, “STAAAAAAAAARE!”)

(This does not mean when the sound effect text fills the screen (”Badum badum badum badum” or “Master Master Master Master”)

Licht invades someone’s personal space

Bruno smacks Licht around.

Licht turns the conversation to women

Heine gets kidnapped (this includes by people and animals)

“It’s time for a lesson!”

Leon blows something out of proportion

All the darkest things suddenly become fluffy and not so nasty

You are feeling an inspiration to study

Heine’s blushing

Adele’s crying out loud for Shadow

FUNI-FUNI

Ernst shows up

Kai is seen with Shadow

Heine says something blunt about the any of the princes

Licht throws up a peace sign

“SaChEtOrTe!”

Leo says something rude

Bruno overreacts

A character jumps out of the window

Y’all, don’t get alcohol poisoning. Perhaps shots of water are in order?

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Kidnapped

This is a request from an anon who wanted the princes kidnapped and then Heine to save them. I got inspired so it’s kinda long, but enjoy!

It was silent that night. The stars shone over the castle just as brightly as they did the night before. The servants all finished their duties, silently and quickly, like always. The young princes separated from their daily tasks in favor of their beds. They said goodnight to Adele, Heine, their father and each other…just like before. Even the king bid the world good night with the utmost confidence his kingdom was secure. The Royal Tutor, one to be the most restless, followed the flow of peace from that night. From candle glow, he worked diligently on lessons to be done in the future. And with what seemed to be a gentle sigh, the world hushed into a symphony of peace. Just like always.

That is, until dawn rose and the well-rehearsed schedule was disrupted. By the sudden disappearance of the four heirs. Kai and Leon were the first to be gone, however, the absence was not concerning. Kai often awoke well before the others and strolled around the castle or the gardens. Leon was always someplace running around, usually the stables.

No matter where they went, they always reappeared. However, Licht and Bruno also being missing raised a red flag. Perhaps they were being mischievous? This was a general thought until evening swallowed the day and the castle realized there was a greater scheme to be discovered. Once Viktor caught wind of it, Heine was called to his room where they made a game plan.

The princes sat in a dark room with bound wrists and ankles. A stream of light cut from the ceiling to the floor, providing them with their only light. They had not been harmed, but something told them that was conditional. One prince, in particular, was having a difficult time.

“This sucks,” Licht sighed loudly. The ground was damp, the chains were cold, and he had work today. And while these things were bad, they had been taken before dawn. Chances were they wouldn’t be found for a while.

Bruno had his head lowered, muttering calculations and ideas to himself. This made Licht feel unsettled. Bruno looked around. “Maybe once the captor comes back, I could try and kick him down,” he thought. Disregarding the idea when remembering his chains and his younger brothers.

Kai looked at his siblings sadly. Why did the captor take all of them? Surely one of them would be more than enough- it could just be him. He was trying to come up with ways to get his brothers out- even if he could not come along.

“Do you think we’ll be killed?” Leon questions out loud. His brothers look at him, breaking out of their thoughts. His chains shake along with him. Worries plagued his mind to no end.

“Of course not Leonie!” Licht sat up a little straighter, chains clanging as he moved. “They wouldn’t dare,” he assured his older brother.

“Master should be on his way,” Bruno pointed out. He had to give his siblings hope so they could all make it home. He glanced at Leon who appeared the most shaken. His brother had a bruise on his head from where he hit the wall after trying to fight back. Bruno moved as close to his brother as his chains would permit, trying to give him comfort.

“We will all be fine,” Kai announced strongly. He had faith they could get out. His chains dangled off his wrists.

The four princes chatted among themselves, sharing plans and speculations along with comforts and dreams. What felt like hours had passed before a door was wrenched open with a loud shriek of metal on metal. Light pooled into the dimly lit and damp room revealing it to be a cellar. A tall man walked down the steps with a lamp and two others behind him. The faces could not be made out, but it appeared to be a man and woman. They walked in relative sync before stopping in front of the princes. The women kneeled down in front of Kai, who was the closest to her. She grabbed at his chin, holding it firmly to look at him in the eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, before he glared at her, resulting in her shoving his face away.

“Good morning royals,” she growled out. Walking over to Licht she ran her hand through his hair appreciatively, ignoring his protests. “How did you four sleep?”

The brothers glared at her, silent.

“Ah,” she sighed, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side. Her dark red hair moved in front of her face, hiding it from the princes before they could get a good view of her. “Looks like cats got their tongues.” She tapped her long fingernails against her forearm. “Well, once we get to the auction hall, that will work better anyway.” She grinned sweetly in between words, lacing them with honey. “The silent ones always are worth more.” She turned her back to them, strutting back towards the door.

“Why are you doing this?” Leon asked desperately, staring darkly at the women. He pointed his head at her, not being able to extend his arms from behind his back due to the chains. “You won’t get away with this,” he promised.

The women flipped around, waltzing over to him and gently petting the side of his face. “Why your Highness. You have a set of pipes, dontcha?” she purred out.

Leon pulled away at her touch, smacking his back against the wall. “Get away from me!”

She smiled down at him. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if we had to sell him at a lower price because his face got marked up?” She threw the rhetorical question over her shoulder at the men with her. Her nails dug slightly into his soft skin. “Well, any further marked up anyway,” she muttered, glaring at the bruise on his otherwise unharmed face. The women touched his face again, this time, with a sharper object against it.

Leon gasped loudly, backing away again. “Stay away from me!”

The women growled, retracting her hand and slashing her hand back quickly across Leon’s face. “Don’t tell me what to do boy.”

Leon looked down at the floor, seeing blood dripping against the dirty floor. His eyes widened, panic flooding his senses.

The brothers all glared at the women, their chains rattling as they struggled against them, ready to fight. Kai attempted to stand up to the best of his abilities but failing.

The women smiled. “Now let this,” she paused for emphasis, pointing at Leon’s cut with her blade, “be a lesson to you royalty. Try and fight or talk back and you will receive something equal or worse to that.” She turned around and walked back towards the door. “I’d hate to injure any more your faces, so maybe I’ll just get your brother again if you misbehave. I mean, 3 obedient boys will sell better than 4 disobedient royals.” With that, she left the room.

The two men threw some food down at the prince’s and walked out the door, closing it with a shriek.

Shrouded in dark again, the tension in the air relaxed slightly. The three brothers all turned towards Leon, filled with concern immediately. Poor Leon was leaning towards Bruno, freaking out.

“S-she cut me!” he rambled out through his chattering teeth. Tears pooled in his eyes, mixing into his cut.

Bruno leaned towards Leon, offering him his shoulder to cry on. He glared at the blood on the floor, discovering a new level of strength and passion. He would get out of here with his brothers, at the very least, he would get his brothers out. Master was sure to come for them though.

Licht stared in shock at Licht. He felt his own sense of panic rise up, but they needed a different approach. Trying to lighten the mood, he told some jokes about Heine’s height to elicit some smiles.

Kai felt rage boil behind his pure blue eyes. He stared at the doorway, listening to his brothers who seemed to be trying to calm down.

Soon the room was filled with only the sound of Leon’s sobs, Kai’s singing, and Licht’s murmurs of comfort.

Heine starred out the window of the carriage, methodically fiddling with the trigger of his gun. His mind raced with thoughts trying to pinpoint where he went wrong in protecting the princes. How he had failed. Soon he would right the wrongs that were done to his students and vow to never fail them again. In darker times long past, Heine would not have hesitated to chase after these villains and shoot them on the spot. However, he was a changed man. Viktor has taught him a better way to life- through knowledge and kindness.

  Viktor. The name alone brought a thousand memories- yet his mind drifted to the princes. He clenched the gun, staring at the barrel of the pistol. Part of him promised to return any damages tenfold. The other part of him- well, it prayed he found them in time and for safety.

  The carriage came to a jolting stop towards the base of a mountain, taking Heine away from his thoughts.

  “We have arrived professor,” a guard announced, standing by as per orders.

  “Thank you,” he answered, getting out of the carriage. “Please remember the plan and stick to it at all costs.” With that, he stepped out of the carriage and headed towards the base of the mountain.

  Leon had calmed down after what seemed to be hours. They had tried to escape their chains and managed to get their arms free to move around. The cold metal on their ankles was another story as they were wider chains. Taking a break from freeing themselves, they decided to discuss strategy.

  “What if we waited until they move us to be sold?” Licht suggested hopefully.

  The idea was passed around in the minds of the princes, silence filling the air.

  Bruno was the first to dismiss it. “We can not wait that long to try something.”

  Licht threw his arms in the air defensively. “I don’t see you coming up with anything better,” he started.

  Kai gave the pair a glare. “Don’t fight, we need to work together to make it out of this.”

  Leon, laying on Bruno sighed deeply. “Well, what do you suppose we do?” He stared expectantly at his brothers. They had tried almost every idea they could, but it seems these kidnappers were one step ahead of them. Even if they were free to move around, they were locked in a room with no windows and who knew how many guards.

  Licht leaned back, attempting to remove the chains on his feet again. “I wish we had more light,” he complained. “This little stream does absolutely nothing.”

  “Yeah, totally,” Leon agreed, staring at the light. He looked at where it met the ceiling, the old wood allowing a steady drop of water and a little bit of light through. “At least we know it’s day outside.” Reaching a hand up towards the sky, his hand brushed against the light beam, feeling its warmth. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just climb out through the rafters?”

  Bruno stared at the ceiling, nodding in agreement. “I am in agreement as well. Too bad it’s too high. We would have to climb on each other first,” he chuckled quietly.

  “What if we tried to climb?” Licht suggested, considering the possibility and grabbing the attention of his brothers.

  “Do you, think it would work?” Leon asked Bruno and Kai cautiously.

  The two brothers looked at each other, considering it.

  “If I am doing the math right, two of our heights added together would reach the top of the ceiling,” Bruno began, weighing the possibilities.

  Kai nodded in thought, glancing at the chains on their feet. “We could use the chains to help us be stabilized,” Kai suggested back.

  “Let’s try it then!” Leon announced, standing up quickly.

  Bruno looked down at their feet pointedly. “Leonhardt.”

  “OH right.”

  Heine had eventually found a secret entrance and moved his way through. He moved through the cave quietly, avoiding guards left and right before he found where he believed the princes were held. Two burly men stood outside a big rusty metal door, looking bored. Nearby, a woman with flame red hair and a gun stood by, yelling orders at people.

  “The buyers will be here any minute, so move it,” she screamed, pointing her gun at a group to get them to move faster.

  He rested his hand on his own, running his finger against the barrel. Eyes narrowing, he looked around, assessing the situation. It would not be wise to run in, it would be much better to wait for an opening. Heine watched the woman storm off in a fury, taking with her most of the crowd. This woman had to be the leader. Her body had an assertive aura to her, the way she held herself was full of discipline and she had the look of a highly intelligent human. In any other circumstance, Heine would have loved to test her and see what she knew. However, her eyes showed a cold edge, revealing the fact that there was no love in her- and that made her dangerous. She would take what she wanted no matter what. This worried Heine for the prince’s safety.

  Walking forward, deciding to work his plan into motion and came into the center of the plaza as if he owned the place. His eyes went to the guards standing by. “You there,” he sternly stated.

The burly man exchanged a glance with each other, tensing up. The looked down on him. One gave the other a questioning look. “Who let this kid in here?”

Heine bit the inside of his cheek. “I am not a child you insolent buffoons, and you better watch it, or I’ll have to punish you.”

One guard with a thick beard looked scared instantly. “Uh sorry sir, what business did you have here?” The other guard a questioning look.

“I am here on the business of the boss.” He adjusted his posture slightly, pulling a card out of his pocket. Earlier he made a fake card with Viktor that had a poison on the surface that if touched by bare skin will cause the victim to pass out.  “This should suffice as proof that I will need you to open that gate.”

The bearded guard took the card, looking it over and passed it to the other guard who suspiciously eyed it over. “Alright, that is the bosses mark.” He handed the card back to Heine who pocketed it. They turned to open the prison with a loud shriek.

The non-bearded guard stood by Heine when they opened the door. “I’m surprised they sold so fast. About how much did you pay to get all four of them?” He let out a yawn.

“About the budget for a small country,” he answered lazily.

The trio walked into the prison, letting light stream on the four princes who were all standing up. The princes whipped their heads to look at the entrance in a panic. Their eyes flew to Heine with a loud gasp.

Heine shot them a warning look briefly. “They all look to be an excellent condition…what happened to that one?” he asked pointing to Leonhard who looked about ready to cry from happiness.

“He was testing the boss and made into an example,” The bearded guard laughed, smacking Heine on the back. “You know how it is.”

Heine walked up to the princes, glancing at the chains on their ankle. “Very well, I will take them with me today.” He stepped aside for the guards as they went to the princes and unlocked their ankles and then clasped them into chains on their wrists.

“All ready sir,” they decreed, sluggishly.

Heine smiled at the two guards, noting the poison coming into effect. “Thank you very much.” He took the head of the chains. “Not a word boys,” Heine ordered, holding the end of the chain.

The boys all nodded, ready to be going with him.

Heine walked out the prison with them, checking both ways briefly before he took out his gun and pointed it at the guards. “Lesson number one, always check and double check in a case of suspicion.” His eyes narrowed as he tossed the key to the chains to Kai. “I’m not too cruel as to leave you in here to die, but do sleep nicely for a while.”

The non-bearded guard fell over, trying to move forward. “Damn it! What did you do to us?” he growled, trembling on the ground.

The bearded guard fell to his knees, not being able to talk.

“A simple paralysis poison, it will end in a few hours, however to you it will only be a few minutes.” He kept the gun towards the guards. “You’re Highnesses, please run towards the mountain’s base. You will find a carriage there and I shall follow shortly.”

“What if we get caught?” Bruno asked, taking the chains off of Licht.

Heine tossed an extra gun to Bruno who caught it. “Fight back and keep each other safe. Never forget that you all are each other’s greatest allies.” He watched as the guards laid down under his gaze. “You have done well keeping each other safe thus far, a lesson that did not need to be learned.”

“Heina,” Licht whimpered, tears of joy in his eyes.

“Go now, it will not be long before they return.” Heine turned his attention to the entrance where the woman from earlier had disappeared to.

The princes gave their tutor a sad look, not wanting to leave him alone. However, they needed to trust him. Leon was the first to take the lead, heading in the direction.

“Come on, we need to head out.” Leon moved towards the entrance, wiping tears from his eyes.

Bruno followed behind Leon, reluctantly turning his back towards Heine. “Don’t hurt them, Master.”

Kai and Licht followed at the same time. Licht turned around as he approached his brothers to look at Heine. “Thanks for coming to get us.”

With that, the four princes ran towards the exit. If it had been anyone else up there, they would have worried. But it was their royal tutor: Heine Wittgenstein, up there. And when it came to him, no one stood a chance.

Heine left the prison once he knew that the guards were asleep. He moved towards the plaza, gun drawn ready. He headed towards the new crowd forming where the woman had gone. They had stolen the princes and no one was getting away with harming his students without punishment. It was time to teach them a lesson.

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Heine opens the door to your shared suite. The lights were off and it was mostly quiet, save for the muffled sound of talking. Slipping off his shoes, he wondered what you had been up to without him. He hangs up his coat, smiling to himself. He was to take you on a night out since you both had not been out together since your honeymoon a few weeks ago. Duty calls when you are the Royal Tutor- the pairs honeymoon phase still going on but being unfulfilled due to schedules and princes.

Heading towards your shared bedroom, he fixed his tie, ready to greet you at his personal best. His hand barely touches the doorknob when he stops suddenly. On the other side of the door, it sounded like…crying?

On the other side of the door, you were sitting in the middle of a pile of clothes and make-up. Being blind was never a major problem- after all, it wasn’t like you had known anything else. When you were attempting to get ready, you felt as if every outfit you wore wasn’t good enough and so you had kept throwing them off of you. Only, you wanted the first one you tried on, but you couldn’t find it, so you kept on the last one you tried on. Then, when you were putting on make-up, you dropped your lip paint and you know for a fact that it is all over your clothes.

When your husband had asked if you wanted a maid to help you dress, you declined, wanting to do it yourself and prove that you weren’t useless. But now, the clock rang eight times, signaling Heine’s quick return and you were a mess. After you had heard the clock ring, you broke down in your heap of fashion. “Stupid, useless, idiot,” you muttered in between your sobs.

You jumped in shock when the door was thrown open.

“Y/N!” Heine half yelled, sounding panicked. He dropped to his knees and grabbed your arms. “Are you hurt?” A hand tilted your face gently as he inspected it. “What happened?”

“I…I uhh,” you trailed off, not knowing what exactly to say. “I’m…okay?”

Heine sighs, pulling you into a hug. “I was worried something was wrong…you are not one to cry for no reason, beloved.”

Hearing his pet name for you, made the tears come back full force. You pushed your head into his shoulder and sobbed.

He rubbed your back, letting you gush out all of your feelings on him…and your tears.

After you had calmed down, you sat back up, taking the handkerchief Heine offered you.

“Beloved, can you tell me what happened?”

You sighed, grabbing your arms. You tilted your head down and curled into a little ball. “Do I have to?”

“Of course not, but it will make you feel better…and I can help you.”

You nod to yourself. “I was getting ready for our date…and I declined the made to help me dress as I wanted to do it myself. But I don’t have the capabilities to do this myself, so I’ve made a mess of things and ruined our special night.” Tears pricked into your eyes again. “And you deserve so much better than me, whom you have to babysit.”

Heine moved closer to you. “My dear, you did not ruin our special night. It has yet to even start.” He wipes away a falling tear. “Besides, it’s not because you’re blind that you could not dress yourself- most ladies need a maid to dress themselves. It is merely the curse of being beautiful.”

You giggle a bit, uncurling from your little ball.

“And if anything dear, you are the one who deserves better.”

“No way,” you wave your hands to dismiss the thought. “This is the best life I could have possibly imagined- better than I ever dreamed in fact.”

He lightly held your hands, smiling. “You deserve a king and castle with a crown and an easy life. But I feel exactly the same as you.” He presses a kiss against your fingertips. “When I was a boy in the church, I dreamed of surviving for the next day. Love was not even a thought. And when I became the tutor, I dreamed of raising four kings.” His lips trail up your arm to your shoulder.  “When you came into my life, I dreamed of children with your eyes and my name,” Heine kisses your neck up to your ear. He paused, whispering the next part. “I dreamed of a life where there was no way I could ever be unhappy.” Pulling away he smiles to himself. “So please, do not assume for a moment that I deserve any better when there simply is no better for me- I already am living my better.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair, breaths becoming short.

He pulls away slightly, adjusting you onto his lap, his hands slowly trail up your thighs. “Besides my beloved, who says we need to go out to have a special night?”