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how do you think the modern akosk guys would react if you asked them to peel an orange for you?
Modern akotsk men
I think Baelor would peel orange for you without further questions, even asking if you want some more or you want another fruits like sliced apples
For Maekar, he would grumble to himself, but actually doing it, peeling oranges for you, and secretly feeling proud of himself that he's good at taking care of you
Valarr would be so sweet and say things like, "anything for you, sweetheart." It'd be visible to look at his face that he's pleased at himself for making you happy simply by peeling oranges for you
Aerion, much like his father would grumble, even dramatically offended that you ask HIM to peel oranges for YOU? Ugh, unbelievable. He complains as he feeds you the oranges himself
Duncan, oh sweet, sweet Duncan, he would nod and smile at you sweetly, asking if the orange is sweet or fresh enough for your liking, as he takes slices for himself, looking as happy as you
Thinking about Caleb spoiling you with his colonel salary.
As children he worked hard earning what little money he could to buy you sweet treats and little toys at the local convenience stores.
You were overjoyed with everything he bought you. It didnāt matter if it was cheap or fixed together with glue after the flimsy plastic broke. Caleb was the one who gave it to you so it automatically meant the world to you. Even if you broke the toy or craved more sweets, Caleb would smile and give you more.
But now, with his extremely generous pay, he can spoil you all he wants just as heās always wanted too. Donāt get him wrong, heās loved giving you your hearts desires as a kid. But thatās just it, he could only give you so much. Grandma didnāt always pay for everything, mainly the necessities. So he couldnāt always throw his money around.
Now though, he can buy you those designer bags, expensive makeup, artisan craftsmanship tools, the latest gaming console, high quality sports equipment or anything else you desire. His card knows no limits.
It took you a while to get used to it. Going from budget dinners as a kid and instant food when you were grieving his death became luxury banquets. Of course, all paid and provided for by Caleb. It was foreign. But not unwelcome.
He always reassured you that he wants to pay for you. It makes his heart grow three times seeing you scarf down premium meets, fresh vegetables and decadent desserts. Providing for you and ensuring youāre well taken care of is all he wants and needs.
Whatever hobby, beauty service or vacation you want is paid by him. You couldnāt be happier.
And all he asks in return is for you to stay with him and spend the next hundred years together.
Sorry for the little hiatus Iāve been so busy recently but! I have brain rot of rich Colonel Caleb Xia š oh to have Caleb pay for your hair appointments I didnāt know it was that expensive š will get back to proper writing soon š«”
(idk man like the hype was there at the beginning when it was revealed that Arthur was gonna be the main villain...only to learn it was the frakin CAT and Arthur once again is sidelined in his OWN STORY...I think it was when Liones Arc began that things were going down per say...., Part 2-coughchildbrideguineverecough-, the list goes on.... and that's why I made a Guinevere for him who is ACTIVE and doing something...not being a damn damsel in distress.)
oh pls i rmbr the hype i was there when it was written (in an old, will-be-unnamed blog) but when the twist was revealed and heās just left w NOTHING for his arc AGAIN omds pmo ā honestly as soon as he showed up at liones i alrdy knew they were gon massacre his charac (but not this much by chap217????)
also as u should pls cos 1. who cares abt the current guinevere like im sorry sheās given nothing to work w and 2. why r we making him a fellow diddler huh ik the source material but the fact that he was only given a questionable path like this when itās revealed that heās cath jut shows that my man would NEVER cos this mfās a FRAUUUUD
when life couldnāt get any worse, you want to fuck a blond guy.
he keeps his white reeboks pristine, his hair is always well-kept and brushed neatly, his lips never seem chapped, and his fingernails look better than your own. with the way he holds his pencil and drags the graphite along the paper, his handwriting looks more perfect than a teenage girls in her diary.
this guy is seriously starting to piss you off.
āyou got that?ā leon asks.
you snap out of your brief daydream, gaze lifting from his hand holding a pencil to those wide blue eyes that can pull you in like a tide. āuh, yeah,ā you say, sitting up straighter in your chair. clearing your throat, you glance to your notebook that leon had written in.
āgood,ā he says. āi think we can finish up for today then.ā
he lets you take a look at his notes on your paper. turns out this tutoring thing is seriously needed. his handwriting fills the page, correcting all your errors. how were you supposed to know how to properly use semicolons and em-dashes? you had fucked up so many of those damn symbols, it looked like hundreds of halves of winky-face emoticons were attacking your paper before leon edited your work.
a sigh falls from your lips, and you lean back in your chair for a second. āthis shit is driving me insane,ā you mutter.
as you stand from your chair and pack away your notebook, leon tilts his head up to look at you. itās a pretty sight, but he ruins it when he opens his mouth.
āat least youāre not bored,ā he jokes.
god, that horrible humor of his just makes you want to drop to your knees and unzip his pants to get him to shut up. however, the little smile he has makes up for the shitty joke. you canāt help the corners of your lips lifting in response, and youāre sure leonās proud that he got you to react positively to his joke.
āwhatever, blondie.ā you wave your hand in dismissal of his words, pulling your bagās strap over your shoulder. āsame time thursday?ā
he stands from his chair, gesturing to the door of his dorm room. āyeah.ā he nods. āiāll walk you out.ā
that earns a slight laugh from you. āwalk me out,ā you repeat with a roll of your eyes. āyouāre walking me, like, two feet to the door.ā
āitās still walking you out,ā he counters. he opens the door for you, and you step out into the hall. you give a small wave before turning, and the door clicks shut behind you.
your next tutoring session comes by, and you quickly realize you canāt pay attention for the life of you. sure you get distracted during class, but your professor is the worst at explaining the damn language she speaks. it isnāt your fault youāre failing, and it isnāt your fault that your tutor is so distracting.
the tone of leonās voice is always light; itās softer than most boys you talk to. you notice how his brows briefly furrow when he re-reads a sentence, or when he makes a mistake and has to erase what he wrote. his tongue sometimes darts out to wet his lips, bringing his bottom lip in for just a moment.
heās a pretty boy with cute habits. from hours of being tutored, thereās hours of staring. itās almost laughable at how youāve now memorized the little details of his. the beauty marks and light dusting of freckles littering his fair skin, the small indent at his chin, the soft curve and tiny bump along his noseāyouāve memorized it all.
and as he goes on and on, verbally editing your essay thatās due tomorrow, you just want to shut him up with a kiss. itās nice of him to take time out of his day to tutor you. he wonāt take cash payment, heās said so numerous times, and youāre no good with your words. however, you know that the phrase āactions speak louderā exists for a reason.
āi think if you were to move this sentence from here to the beginning, itāll read more smoothly,ā leon says.
his head lifts, baby blue eyes finding yours, and his lips part to continue speaking. you donāt allow him to continue when you lean in and cut him off with your lips pressing to his. he almost freezes as your lips meet and your palm cups his jaw, but his eyes quickly flutter shut and his lips purse against yours when he registers what the hell just happened.
itās a little too short for his liking. when you pull back and lower your hand from his jaw, leonās almost disappointed. he wants to reach out and bring you back in for another, but heās damn near shell-shocked. not even a stupid quip can fall from his lips.
you, however, can make a stupid quip. āyou talk too much,ā you say. leon finally finds his footing and brings you in for another kiss.
one more thing you quickly realize is that, despite his awkwardness, leon actually knows what heās doing. his hand skims along the muscle of your thigh before resting at your hip, drawing you closer to his body. itās difficult, since youāre sitting in two different chairs, angled oddly, but you get the message and lift yourself from your seat.
with him manspread, your knee rests between his thighs against the wooden seat of the chair. both your palms cradle his face as you lean over him, kissing him over and over again. youāre kissing him like heās oxygen and youāve been deprived of breathing, yet he doesnāt complain about the desperation of it. in fact, heās enjoying it more than you know.
you soon learn that leonās an absolute sucker for kisses. when you pull away to fix your position, a borderline whine elicits from the back of his throat, the loss of your lips on his making him feel needy for more. his hands at your hips ever so slightly tightens its hold as you straddle his lap. your lips find his once more for a quick kiss or two, and you then forcibly (gently) tilt his head back to trail your kisses down the column of his neck.
a whispered prayer of your name falls from leonās lips. his fingertips snake under the fabric of your shirt and along the bare expanse of your side. his begs are silent, yet who are you to deny him from his wants? besides, you know damn well you want it too.
