APHReader-Inserts

Utterly exhausted, the young looking couple fell back upon the bed with a muffled thud, among the somewhat tangled winter sheets. "I don't think we thought this properly through…" whispered (f/n), her voice sounding muffled as her head was buried on her soft pillow, her eyelids feeling heavier by the second. From right beside her, a tired grunt rose from the male in the form of intelligible words that made close to no sense to the sleepy (h/c); though, from the apparent annoyance, she could guess that he was attempting to agree with her own words. Forcefully wriggling and stretching her body to ease down her aching muscles, (f/n) roll

(Y/n) and Eliza raced through the forest as fast as they could on Eliza's horse, with the former gripping her arms tightly around Eliza's waist while the latter did her best to keep her balance as her mount galloped through the maze of trees. (Y/n) had come across her best friend soon after she left the arena, and she had since sent Gwen away on her own, confident she could find her way home and provide a distraction for the king's men. But it still wasn't that easy to evade their pursuers. The men had split up into two separate units, one of which (y/n) and Eliza desperate to escape as they started closing in on their home. Fortunately, they

(Y/n) barely slept that night, but when she did, her mind traveled back to when she first met Ludwig, and when the team first formed. It was only six years ago, when the devastating plague epidemic swept through the town and left hundreds dead in its wake. Pretty much everyone had a loved one perish to the disease, and (y/n) was no exception. Somehow, she was spared the life-draining ordeal. Her mother and father weren't so fortunate. Against her will, (y/n)'s unconscious mind brought back the harrowing images of her father and then her mother falling victim to the slow, torturous process that ate at them from the inside out until they were f

No one dared speak in the shelter as Ludwig slammed his hands down on the table, the resounding echo causing everyone to flinch. Everyone except (y/n), who stood still as a statue and did her best to show no emotion as her group's leader shot her an accusatory look. She felt it pierce her like an arrow, almost as much as the one Prince Arthur shot at her. But she forced the churning in her stomach down into her gut as everyone focused their eyes on her. It was as though she was already on trial. But instead of being tried for her activities as the White Knight, she was facing charges of treason in her team's own private realm. "I vill try to

While the crown prince of Britannia was once again secretly making his way toward the village, six otherwise normal everyday citizens were just arriving at the same destination. Despite the poor economic conditions, the town still managed to find the spirit to make this a special day. Spring often meant new hope, new beginnings, new life. And that was more than enough to believe that somehow, things might turn around. The sun was only halfway past the horizon, and already there was immense merrymaking. There was lively dancing, creating a swirling rainbow with their bright and colorful clothes. Glowing, painted paper lanterns hung between bui

Although he was sleeping, or at least attempting to, Arthur could still feel the sweat that broke out on his forehead as he dreamed a very unsettling dream. Of course, as is the case with most dreams of this nature, he didn't know it was a dream at first. It was as though he was reliving that long, adrenaline-fueled night when he pursued the White Knight through the forest near his home. He had gotten away so many times, but Arthur was going to make sure he finally caught the outlaw with his red, gloved hands. But apparently, his eyes got too used to the darkness of the night, because he felt nearly blinded when he first caught sight of the m

"A-ah!" (Y/n) flinched as Eliza pricked the needle at her wounded, stinging flesh. As she then looked straight at her, she gripped the edge of the bed's mattress both in pain and embarrassment at seeing how much she frustrated Eliza. She then looked away again in an attempt to hide how warm her face was getting. "Sorry. But do you have to make it hurt so much?" Eliza pressed her lips together. "Well, it would not if you would just sit still!" she exclaimed. Just then though, her eyes lit up as she thought of a new solution. She turned to the bedside table and took up one of the herbal solutions she originally took out. After taking up the cr

Night fell quickly over the kingdom of Britannia. The chirping of the birds was just as soon replaced with the songs of the crickets and the occasional owl's hoot. But these weren't the only things hidden in the forest between the town proper and the castle. As the masked (Y/n) lay in wait for her time to act, she desperately hoped her white clothes and her white horse beneath her wouldn't give her away in the dark and the shadows. She couldn't afford to reveal herself until the time was right. Still, she forced the fingers wrapped around the reins to relax. While she had already done something like this several times before, (Y/n) always som

Alfred flinched a little bit as he splashed icy cold water on his face, but he eventually adjusted and soon just dunked his whole head into the bucket. After about five seconds of letting the it do its job, he immediately lifted out his head again and breathed a long-awaited sigh of relief, before proceeding to shake off the excess water. Though he was alone, he couldn't help but laugh at knowing that his brother would've probably called him a dog had he seen that. Though remarks like that were of course meant to ridicule, half the time Alfred just thought them funny, if not accurate. He had to give Arthur points on being creative with his in