#and you say he's a knight of beauty??? where??? did someone forget to turn on the gaussian blurr???

[torgawl]

"argenti is pretty diluc" "diluc if he was done right" take my man's name out of your mouth. is this the guy you're talking about??? he looks like he could be the sparkly dude from mha's brother

[lyramundana]

Hey, Mate. How are u? I've just seen your yandere Chan and changbin headcanons and I really like it! Can you please do a yandere skz reaction where their crush likes someone else?

Have a beautiful day! 💛

Thank you, mi amor!💖

YANDERE! STRAY KIDS REACTION: THEIR DARLING LIKES SOMEONE ELSE

CHRISTOPHER BANG

Oh well, we start hard already

We've already established previously that, out of the group, he's the most likely to turn yandere in real life. The divine @whatudowhennooneseesyou explained it in her blog before, and if she says it it must be be true, so

forgetting my short fangirl moment there . He got close to his Darling by showing her only his good sides and presenting himself like a friendly, reliable guy that she could count on for everything. He introduced himself into her life smoothly, carving his place in her routine while discreetly removing the "obstacles" that annoyed him. He won her trust quickly enough by forcing situations where his Darling got to see him as her knight in shining armour and felt compelled to rely on him, slowly but surely growing more dependant of him.

If there's a virtue Christopher has in quantity, it's patience. He's ready to wait as long as needed until he gets what he wants, and he's also the type to plan things in advance. So yeah, he's a fucking challenge to get away from.

He though he was doing great, that things were progressing like he planned, so imagine his utter shock when he learns his Darling has a crush on somebody else. She makes the mistake to tell him herself, asking for advice from a "good friend".

Once he gets over the initial loss of words, he's pissed. Very pissed. He's so fucking mad that, in the moment, he accidentally lets his nice guy act drop and loses control of his emotions in front of her. He starts an argument about it, claiming that person is not good enough and they're only going to hurt her, even if he barely knows them. Because who else could be worthy of Darling but himself? This mishap scares her and she ends up arguing back, running away from him in the end. He chastises himself for losing his cool like that later, furious that he ruined all of hard work into shaping a perfect image of him in her eyes. He can't stand the though of losing her, so he recomposes himself and already makes a plan to fix things.

First he gets in touch with her to apologize and make up for his behaviour. He's not sorry for the way he reacted, but he knows it scared her off and he knows that could prompt her to create distance, which he can't allow. Once again, he plays his charming and loving role to convince her, blaiming it on the stress of work and his desire to protect her, since most men are just pigs that would break her beautiful heart only he can do that. When she gets her to believe him, he grabs her hands in his and smiles, promising he'll help her the best way he can.

As soon as he's done recovering her trust, he's investigating that worthless piece of trash that has apparently stolen her affection. He has his contacts, so it doesn't take too long to get what he wants. He memorizes every single detail that he deems useful, just like he did with Darling, but this time is with entirely different purposes.

He's the type of "keep his enemies closer", so he'll befriend that person first and gain their trust, luring them into a false sense of security that it's more like a spider web, trapping them to be devoured without resistance. He gets that person to share secrets with him, things they regret, and Chris promises he won't ever tell a soul.

Some promises are meant to be broken.

He'll hold what he knows over their head to threaten them into staying away, or he'll straight up twist their words so his Darling can misinterpret them and feel betrayed/heartbroken. Obviously, he doesn't waste time into playing his role of brilliant hero and becomes her shoulder to cry on. This kind of validation is like oxygen for him, he can't get enough.

If the person proves to be persistant, he'll take more drastic measures and get rid of them permanently from Darling's life.

"It's okay, doll. It's not your fault. How could you've known they were so terrible? I never fully trusted them, but you seemed so happy and convinced. This is why you should listen to me. I only want the best for you.

LEE KNOW

We've also discussed him a bit in previous posts, but we'll profundize more here.

He's a passive yandere. The type to observe and "care" for his Darling from afar, unnoticed. Never intervening directly unless he absolutely has to. He'll be infatuated for years before gathering the courage to talk to you. But once he finally does, he'll win over his Darling quickly because he just seems to be so sync with her.

Truth is that, during all the time he's spent pining for her from the shadows, he has recopiled every bit of information about her he could get his hands on. Stalking, hacking, stealing personal belongings to treat as "treasures", you know it. While he didn't feel capable of havin a face to face interaction with her, he found comfort in observing her on her daily tasks. He knows her favourite food, color, animal, names of her friends and relatives, the perfume she uses, the places she frecuents and her special events.

His aproach would be slow at first, probably reaching out to her through social media (he has follows her in all of them and has a hacked all her accounts at some point) to chat about common interests, and after he feels they're both on friendly enough terms, he'll arrange a meeting in real life in one of her favourite places.

And because he's so in touch with everything that happens with her, he finds out about her crush before she even tells him. He goes through various phases, like sadness, heartbreak, rage. He just can't fit his head around such concept. Hasn't he proven himself enough to her? He has gone such lenghts to protect her, to get to know her, shaping himself to become the man of her dreams. Did he fail somewhere? What else he should do?

Then it dawns to him. It's not fault. Of course he followed all steps, did everything perfectly. By all accounts, his Darling should've fallen for him already. But maybe he chose the wrong aproach.

Maybe he needs to be more clear about his intentions.

He doesn't have Chris' discretion or long-game. He doesn't want to sit around and wait, he's done that enough for years.

He can't fake friendliness even if he tries, so his solution is kidnapping the person and threaten them to stay away from his Darling's life. If that doesn't work, he'll simply keep them hidden until their existence begins to be forgotten. He could also use them as a boxing bag to let out his frustations, who knows.

@whatsk-poppinhomies has the perfect description of yandere Minho, as I mentioned in another post. Go check it out!

SEO CHANGBIN

He's the egocentric type, to that makes him dangerous and scary but also predictable.

He lives off the praise and admiration from others. He's constantly showing off, fishing out all kind of validation to feed his ego. He also takes great care of his appareance and everything involved in the way he presents himself to the people.

Imagine the stereotypical jock of american movies that's popular and always being the centre of attention. That's him. He needs to feel eyes on him and be admired or else he'll get slightly insecure.

He'll try to catch his Darling's attention by doing exactly what he does to the rest: Showing off. He'll spoil the shit out her and do anything in his power to prove that he's the ideal partner. That no one is gonna treat her better than he does.

He'll become his Darling's slave, her biggest simp. He'll run up to her if he sees her in the same place as him and trail behind her back like an eager puppy, ready to bend himself backwards for her wishes.

Darling might feel overwhelmed by the constant attention and expensive gestures, but he has no plans on stopping, even if she asks him. Then he'll try to tune it down for her sake, but he's uncapable of stopping. He feels the urge to worship the ground she walks on.

He invades every space of her life with his boaming presence and craves himself into her routine, making sure he's the first and last face she sees everyday. If someone seems to "steal" the time that's rigthfully his, he'll drop that bubbly attitude quickly and become very intimidating. He's short but those muscles don't lie and he knows how to use them.

He has a high self-steem, so he's not jealous per se. However, he enjoys marking what's his and let other people know. He's prideful and has a similar disposition to Chris, in terms that they act more like dogs by how much they remind their partners and everyone else who they belong to.

He'll very, very angry if he finds out his Darling has a crush on someone that's not him. He feels his efforts weren't enough. He feels his ego is being questioned.

Unlike the previous two, he lacks self-control over emotions and he's rather impulsive, so he'll probably get into a fight with his rival or/and his Darling too.

He's a lot more direct about this matter. He'll use his position to berate Darling's crush until their reputation shatters or they decide to run away from the harassment. Changbin would be merciless.

Humiliations, fake rumours, pranks that leave injuries too serious to be just that. He'll be a manual bully, and a terrible one because no one dares to fight back. He's stronger than most, intimidating when he wants to, and has no problem sending someone to an hospital if they piss him off enough.

Eventually he'll drive his rival far from his Darling so he doesn't return, but if that doesn't work, well...he's ready to take permanent measures.

HWANG HYUNJIN

oh fuck here we go

Another dangerous one if he falls to the yandere side. He's as bad as Christopher, the kind of yandere that you can't escape alone and most likely you never will.

He's highly narcissistic and self-centered, but unlike Changbin, you won't ever see him coming. And while Chris' red flags can be more noticeable, Hyunjin's are invisible until it's too late.

He's a great actor, a manual manipulator and the perfect wattpad boyfriend. And by this I mean that every breath he takes is pure 🚩🚩🚩.

Seriously, if I had to pick, I'll run to Christopher Bang with no second though, because he's at least somewhat nice and truly feels like he cares.

Hyunjin doesn't. He believes he does, but that's not it.

He doesn't necessarily want to have a fairytale romance with his Darling. He simply wants to own her. Be the centre of her life and have her at his beck and call. Like I said, narcissistic.

He'll be drawn to someone that doesn't pay attention to him at first. He's used to have people worshipping the ground he walks on and surrounded by admirers, so seeing someone that treats him differently inmediatly picks his interest. And so he goes after her doing everything in his power to impress her and get her to look at him the same way most people do. He can't stand not having everyone infatuated by him.

He'll be the classic love interest that never takes no for an answer, ignores boundaries and takes the protagonist for granted. He thinks being allowed to be with him is an honor. He doesn't really care if the girl is comfortable with the situation, he's set on "fixing the anomaly".

As he begins to develop feelings for his Darling that go beyond winning this game of "hard to get", he starts to idealize her to unsane levels and even gives her traits that she doesn't actually have, just to fit his perfect narrative. If she doesn't have them, then he'll just have to make her, right?

He's charming and has a way with words, but his ego might cost him vision. He uses his image of "dream prince" to his advantage and plays the role for his Darling. He intends to turn her into his muse, a doll crafted by and for himself. He'll smoothly move her to change some aspects of herself to his preference.

His ego, eventually, confirms to be a burden. He's confident on his own perfection and he sees himself as the best option out of everyone and everything, so discovering his Darling apparently has a crush on someone is a mindfuck for him.

But he recovers quickly. As soon as the shock is over, it gets replaced with rage. For the first time in his life, he feels surpassed by someone. And he hates losing.

He'll sabotage every possible relationship Darling could have with anyone. If he can't have her, no one will. Simple. Until she realizes her only viable option is to be with him.

He's the type to ruin his Darling's life too and break her, so he can pick up the pieces and put them back how he wishes. Make her undesirable for other people so she thinks he's the only one that would ever love her.

HAN JISUNG

A nightmare for your emotional health. Dating him on a regular setting would be already a roller coaster, but as a yandere? You'll need fucking therapy and lots of patience, if you ever get out of it of course.

He relies heavily on emotional reactions and playing the victim card. He might actually believe he's a victim. He's impulsive too, but not like Changbin. He's another subtle manipulator, but unlike Hyunjin and Chris who use mental games, he hits you where it hurts.

He's prone to breakdowns and his mental health isn't the most stable at times, so he'll probably fall for his Darling when she helped him through one of his episodes and comforted them. As soon as he felt her warm hands and kind smile, boom. The path to obsession began.

He can be very insecure and distrusting, so he'll get jealous even when they're not even together yet. He thinks everyone that gets close to her has romantic interests and fears they'll take her away. He reflects his own feelings and thoughts unto other people.

Due to his insecurities, he believes everyone is better than him and so, if he lets Darling see other people than him, she'll surely reject him.

He's moody, so he'll go through periods where he's extremely clingy and others where he isolates himself. In both cases, however, he needs to know she's near or else he'll fall in a pit of panic. It reassures him.

He's very attached to his Darling, probably the most out of all. His dependency is completely toxic and it moves him to push people of her life so he can have her entirely for himself. He hates having to share her time and attention, so what's the solution?

Make sure he's the only person she has to talk to.

I think it's important to note that Jisung, while being emotional, is far from stupid. He's in fact one of the smartest in the group, so don't let the shy, soft persona fool you.

He's quick to pick on details, and that includes weaknesses. If he realizes his Darling can't stand seeing him sad or angry, you bet he'll use to his full benefit. He'll throw tantrums and randomly stop talking to her so she has to go after him to know what's wrong and "fix it". Seeing her give him so much attention comforts him.

If he catches on the fact that Darling has feelings for someone else, boy he'll go insane. You think his moodiness and bipolarity were bad before? Be prepared to see it ten times worse.

He wont' stand it, and he'll make that very clear. Another one that'll sabotage any type of relationships she has, but unlike Hyunjin, he'll never go as far as to hurt her or ruin her, because he adores her too much. No, all the damage is directed against those who try to steal her from him.

He'll play the victim card and pretend they were the ones who started the conflict, lying that they made fun of him or they're all speaking ill of her behind her back. He'll paint them as villains and his tears would do the rest.

If that doesn't work, he has no problem locking her up in his house. After all, this would allow him to have her everyday by his side like he wants.

He's highly dependant, very clingy and very sneaky. He's emotionally unstable, so she might see the danger before entering a relationship with him.

LEE FELIX

I really can't see this heaven-sent human as a yandere, but I'll try

He's very similar to Jisung, so it's easy to assume they'll follow similar aproaches. Not for nothing they're called Sunshine twins.

He's also very driven by emotions but he's less impulsive than Han. He prefers to think a bit more before acting, since he wants to look the best at all times for his Darling. That means keeping up appareances with other people too, even if he doesn't like them or can't stand their closeness to her. He wants to earn her through her friends first.

He basically charms everyone around him with his sunshine persona, offering home-made brownies and overall being a cute perfect boy. No one dislikes him and she has only heard great things about him, so she's at ease with him.

She doesn't that he eliminates anyone that suspects his dark side or speaks badly about him. That's why he's seemingly flawless in her eyes.

Because there's literally no one that talks bad about him.

He falls for his Darling due to the simplest things. Maybe a casual warm smile she directed at him once or her complimenting his baker skills. Simple gestures that are plain friendliness and politeness but his deranged mind interprets them in another sense.

He's delusional. A lot, really. If all his interactions with his Darling feel positive and she doesn't reject his advances, that's enough to make him believe his feelings are returned and she feels exactly the same for him.

He'll get close to her by befriending her first, obviously. He wants to take it slow, go step by step in fear he ruins it. He earns her trust and enphasizes his good traits for her. Of course, he uses his deep voice too (because he knows that's one of his best assets)

He's so gentle and kind and understanding, such a good listener. He provides for her and spoils her to the brim. It's only natural she trusts him with her secrets and confides in him.

Including to ask advice regarding her new crush...that's not him.

He doesn't let his inner turmoil be shown. He smiles softly and plays the sweetheart act until she leaves. Once she's out of sight, he finally loses the composure and unleashes the dark emotions he's been hiding for so long.

He doesn't understand. He has done everything perfectly. He's been nothing but charming to her, nothing but a good boy and flawless. He has made her laugh like nobody else, cared for her like a dutiful boyfriend. He's been basically a dream guy. Where did it go wrong?

But he refuses to lose like this. She's only confused, that's it. He shouldn't been so tolerant of the people she hang out with, should've watched better her surroundings. If he does it right, he'll open her eyes and move her back to the right path.

He knows there's no one better than him for his Darling. No one but him deserves her. No one can love her like he does, take care of her like he does.

So he does the only reasonable thing, the same he's done previously with other pests: Remove the obstacle permanently from his life.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Another master manipulator here.

No but for real, he's also relies on his intelligence, and these are the most dangerous and hard to escape out of all.

He plans every move he makes beforehands. He knows what he's doing at all times and, if not, he always has a plan B. He hates the idea of failing.

He's too cool to admit his feelings, so he tries his best to ignore/supress them. Last thing he wants is appear weak and/or vulnerable.

Obviously, he eventually embraces his obsession love and starts to formule a plan. He's another one that's more than willing to play the long game. .

He's only the right amount of polite when he's with his Darling and never more. He purposedly plays hard to get so she'll become interested in him and aproaches him first.

He'll be kind and friendly one day, and the other behave coldly and indifferent. He confuses her constantly in hopes she's drawn to his mysterious side and pays more attention to him.

They won't become friends per se, and he'll become more like a passive yandere like Minho. Watching her from afar and controlling what happens in her life without her knowledge. He'll collect her belongings too, although he won't make a fucking shrine like Minho would. He sees them as trinklets, memories from her. And also as material to learn more about her.

He's highly observant and discreet. Chances of him getting caught are very slim, and there's no way anyone could suspect of his tendencies. He's specially careful around his Darling, so unless her friends have all keen eyes, he could spend an entire life doing this.

He has her entire profile and routines memorized. Her adress, her relatives and friends, the teachers she's had and the places she likes to go. He uses all that information to create interactions where they're "casually" on the same place at the same time or he "accidentally" meets with some of the people she knows who in return talk to her about him.

Step by step, he makes his way through his Darling's life, with zero suspicions.

Unlike Minho, he'll actually aproach her when he follows her somewhere. He doesn't remain hidden, since he wants her to think they both frecuent the same places to see how much in common they have.

He figures out her crush before she has the time to say it. Since they're not close yet (much to his suffering), he finds out from other sources.

He's calm about the whole deal. Well, he still gets angry and has murderous thoughts, but he's an strategist. He has an entire journal with everything there is to know about her. He's good at gathering info.

So he does the same with his rival...but with entirely different purposes.

However, he doesn't simply expose his darkest secrets and removes him from his Darling's path quickly. Oh no. He has a sadist vein. He manipulates everything from the sidelines so his Darling ends up rejecting this person by herself, twisting their image in her eyes so she grows disgusted or uncomfortable with them.

And absolutely no one suspects him.

Once that pest is out of the way after a delicious and humiliating rejection, he moves back to his routine. This event may push him to accelerate the plan and strenghten his bond with Darling.

YANG JEONGIN

Another emotionally unstable one. Lord have mercy.

He's actually more mature that people give him credit for, but he has a certain brattiness, product of usually getting what he wants.

He's impulsive and prideful. The type to resort to the silent treatment if gets angry at someone. He refuses to give in first.

People often see just his cute, maknae persona and get fooled by how coddled he is, but everyone has dark sides, and his particularly can be very intimidating.

Have you seen his angry face? Yeah, I'll burst out crying if someone looked at me like that.

Moving on

He struggles to express his feelings openly, but he also expects his Darling to simply guess them and gets offended if she doesn't act accordingly. He expects her to read his mind.

His Darling would be either an old friend or a co-worker. He likes to remain in his circle, so he feels a bit more in control.

He'll admire her from afar and then aproach her by using his soft, cute maknae act to get attention and care, like he wants. He's used to be the centre of attention because of his cuteness, and let's be honest, she wouldn't resist it either.

He'll make sure her eyes are always fully on him, at all times. If she's paying attention to someone else, he's quick to snatch her with excuses like "i need help with this" "i don't know how to do this" "i'm nervous, can you be with me'" etc.

Another manipulator too. Of course, he learns from the bests of the category.

Meaning he knows how to pretend and act to get his way. He's not as innocent as he lets on.

He gets jealous and he doesn't hide it. He has two moods: He throws a tantrum and pouts (in front of his Darling), and he glares and mocks at the other person (when Darling is away).

Speaking of this, he'll bully anyone that shows interest in her. Like, literally bullying.

I mean intimidation, harassment, bad pranks. All behind her back, of course. He'll eventually convince people to not get close to her, and he'll be fucking happy about it.

Now there's no way she cannot notice him.

At least that's what he thinks, until he hears that his Darling has set her eyes on someone. And it's not him.

Out of all of them, he's the most likely to be caught by her, since he has a hard time hiding his anger.

He'll be resolved to kick that person out of Darling's life one way or another. Oh, and he'll also refuse to speak to her altogether, feeling "betrayed". Again, emotionally unstable and bratty.

Seriously, that person would go through hell. It'll be a mix of Changbin and Jisung. He'll try to play the victim and paint the other as the abuser.

However, he's so deep in with his rage that he gets sloppy. His Darling might caught wind of his harassment to others. She'll probably catch him mid-fight or provoking someone, making fun of them.

When she asks and tries to intervene, he doesn't answer. He doesn't want ignore her forever, but she hurt his pride by liking some other asshole, so he remains in the silent treatment.

He wants her to feel guilty, that it's her fault somehow. Emotional manipulation it's his weapon.

If he plays his cards right, he might get inside her mind and do what he wants with her. If not, she'll believe what she sees and cross him as a bully, avoiding him for good.

Regardless, his rival would be gone. That he'll make sure o

[gear-project]

How did Ky end up falling in love with Dizzy?

Let's say you heard a rumor about a Dangerous Monster...

Say you heard this monster lived in a scary ancient forest, and no matter how many Bounty Hunters attacked it, it didn't harm anyone and just sent everyone packing and humiliated.

Say you heard all sorts of famous warriors were now on the hunt for this one Monster... a monster that wouldn't hurt anyone no matter what they tried to do to it.

Now, wandering around in this forest for a while, you get the feeling this place is peaceful and serene despite the lurking dangers...

You're a skilled Knight from the Crusades after all... no Gear is a threat to you... or so you think:

After fighting several dangerous warriors who keep trying to block your path, even a Scythe-wielding Monster of a different kind...

You come across a clearing...

A grove of Trees and a babbling stream, forest creatures of all sorts gathering in this peaceful albeit threatened place.

And then... you see HER.

A young girl... standing alone in this clearing, this maiden of the Grove... she does not wish to fight you, she does not wish to be in conflict with anyone or anything.

And despite this, she has Wings like an Angel on her back.

She asks you, "Do Gears have the right to live?"

And you think on the past 10 years you spent killing Gears in a long-spanning War and begin to question what led you up to this point to get here.

This woman, she is beautiful, she is kind.

She is the picture of Peace.

But you are Knight... and you must confirm for yourself just what she is exactly.

And then, you challenge her to a DUEL...

Her powers far outstrip your own skill and abilities... her reflexes and potential are LIMITLESS.

You are in AWE of SHE.

Before you know it, you've lost... you've been completely defeated.

And yet she takes your hand and asks you if you know more about the World she has faced so far.

Sometime later... Ky felt a great FEAR...

A fear that everything he once believed in would be pulled out from under him because of Pope Ariels.

All the Faith, all the Resolve... Ky had fought for a future he desperately wanted and was betrayed for it.

Humanity was being threatened... not by GEARS... but by something that was posing as Human.

And everything Ky wanted in life was going to be taken if he did not take action.

Despite that Fear, Dizzy once again challenged Ky to a duel, not simply to test his resolve, but to remind him of her True Strength as someone who LOVED HIM.

The Chair in his Heart, where he could sit and rest. She had his back.

Family, something he had lost long ago during the Crusades.

Family that would stand by his side, through everything.

Maybe at first, their relationship was just one of neighbors sharing their everyday lives, just trying to live a normal life for the both of them.

One peaceful day after another, is all they wanted.

But that peace also meant they grew close... and life wouldn't be nearly as good without eachother in their lives.

That's what happens when you fall in Love.

Ky of course, was aware that Dizzy was a Gear... but somehow his love for her made him completely forget that fact.

Her love for him was also blinding. Enough to give them a son.

So when the rest of Humanity threatened Ky's family, he became very afraid... did he have the resolve to fight back?

Did he have the means and resources? The Friends to help him?

Ky turned to one man who could help: Sol Badguy.

Maybe Sol wasn't the perfect choice, but he helped when no one else could.

No matter what anyone said... not even other Gears... Ky would not change his resolve to protect his family.

Even Dr. Paradigm once called Ky a "Foolish King" for his ideal.

But in spite of this, Ky loves his family with all his RESOLVE.

Enough to be a King and represent a Nation, enough to keep his sword sharp, and to tear down his enemies, be they human or otherwise.

Even if the weight of that crown is heavy on Ky's brow... his wife supports him in his heart and spirit, so he can rest easy in his most vulnerable moments.

Sol said it best: "Ky's not the type to tell jokes."

[flaresemily]

Platonic Knight Father x Daughter Readers Part 1

Platonic Father Knight x Daughter Readers….

WARNING ⚠️ ‼️ ⚠️ ‼️

Contains…. Something like a pedophile and teen pregnancy and so on. This story is disturbing and probably disgusting!! Read at your own risk!!‼️⚠️‼️⚠️

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! THIS STORY IS DISTURBING ‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️

Rowen Archie a famous knight in the imperial family. He was known to be the most skillful and handsome knight.

While you Y/n Archie was his 4 years old daughter.

It all happens when your father and mother fall in love and get married for 3 years. They tried for a child but couldn't, then one day your mother found out she was pregnant.

Both of them were so happy. But sadly, she passed away after giving birth to you. But unlike the others…your father loves you so much!! He even threatens his own butler for trying to drive you out of his house.

4 years have passed…

Your father was summoned by the king.

“You summon me your majesty?” He bowed to the king.

“Now now Rowen…we are childhood friends, just call me by my name.” the king chuckled.

“Of course…now why did you summon me? Please be quick I have an appointment with my little flower”

The king only laughed at his words.

“I'm here to propose a deal…”

Rowen tilted his head to the side.

“Deal?”

“Yes…marry my sister…Eliza”

“...why?”

“She needs support…and she doesn't really trust men easily after her husband…well.. cheated on her”

“Is that so…okay then…”

‘If I married the princess…y/n don't have to be alone at the mansion,’ Rowen thought to himself.

“I agree!”

Oh how he makes a great mistake.

And thus the wedding happened. Everyone was celebrating.

The princess has 3 children with her past husband…all boys.

“Here you go darling…” Rowen offers his hand to his new wife. She takes his hand as she steps down followed by her son's.

“This is…”

“This shall be your new place from now on”

“Woah! So cool!” the third born said.

“Is there any way I can practice swords with you father!!! The second born asks.

“Ah of course you can Richter!” Rowen smiles at them all…forgetting…a certain someone….

11 years past…and yet…Rowen still forgets about his responsibility. And not only that…Rowen and his new wife Eliza have a baby girl named Lilith.

“Father…” Carlos, the first born, called to him in the family gathering room.

All family members were there except…one

“May I ask…who's this?” He showed them all a picture of a little girl.

“Ah that's y/n— Y/N!!!” Rowen quickly stood up. “N-no…how could I forgot….m-my precious roses!!” He ran out of the gathering room running around the house. All of them look at him weirdly.

Rowen was searching for you like a mad man. “Y/n!! Y/n!!!” As he called out to you…not even one he heard you reply.

“Y/—”

“My lord?”

Rowen quickly turned around and saw one of his old maids.

“Where's y/n!!”

“You mean little lady?”

“Yes!! Where is she!!” He was looking around the maid for any sign of you.

“Didn't you ask for lord Zachary to adopt her?”

As he heard that name he froze. Zachary Huxley. His dead wife's older brother.

“I…I didn't say anything about making him adopt y/n…”

“Eh!! But he said you allowed him to take custody!”

“HAH!! WHAT BULLSH*T ARE YOU TALKING!! HE'S A PERVERT!!”

“WHAT!!...oh no…Lady y/n!!!”

His eyes widened at his mistake…oh how he wished he wasn't blind by his new wife's beauty…

With you somewhere else (what happened in the past)

“What do you mean papa doesn't want me anymore.” Her eyes started to water. “Well my bad,sadly he wishes for you to be gone since he already has a new…family.” Zachary smirks at his own lies.

“B-but papa loves me!”

“In the past, yes but now…he doesn't want you…he's going to be busy with his new wife” Zachary held out his hand for her to take. And she did…I repeat…she did.

11 years later

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” The maids and butlers gathered around the table.

“Happy birthday to lady y/n! Happy birthday to you!” All of the maids finished the song with clapping.

“....thank you! Everyone” as she looked up. All of them could see bruises on her face,body and so on.

“....” They were silent. “Are you done singing the song?” Zachary came out of nowhere and startled them.

“Yes my lord we are done” all of them retreat to their own headquarters.

As they all leave y/n just sitting there doing nothing.

“Now y/n.. it's your 15th birthday…do you want anything?” Zachary walks towards her and caresses her hair ‘weirdly’.

“Nothing daddy! I just want to eat some cake can I?”

“Of course, anything for my precious…daughter.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips.

And then, he goes away, probably doing his work. As he was out of her sight. She harshly wiped the kiss that was left by him.

Everyone could see that she was trembling hard. Sobbing her heart out.

"It's okay…it's okay y/n…papa…papa save me right?” she mumbled. But deep down she knew it's useless. She waited for 11 years. After she got ‘adopted’ she learned her uncle's true nature.

He was a pedophile. No wonder his sister hates him. And that's not all. Just a few months ago, she learned that her uncle put up something called dark magic. It allows the user to spy on someone.

So technically all of her years staying with her uncle. She was spied on by him.

And she knew…he saw all of her…I mean all of her. She always throws up at the idea.

As she retreats to her bed. She couldn't help but feel an unpleasant feeling.

As she stepped inside her room she was hit by a wave of a very good smell of perfume.

She started to feel dizzy. Before she could collapse on the floor she was welcomed by a pair of hands.

“Don't worry now my dear…daddy will take care of you~”

“N-no…..”

The next day….

Y/n jolted awake from her ‘sleep’ and she couldn't believe her eyes. Her body hurt here and there. And a lot of ‘marks’ were left on her.

She knew She was doomed. And the only thing she could do is cry her heart out.

This happened for a month until…

“Ugh!! I can't take it anymore!” One of the maids said. “What do you mean?” reply another. “Let's help the lady! Please!” She begged the head maids.

“....we can't…” the head maid looked down sadly.

*No….we can” one of the butlers came in.

“I know what we can do,” he hummed. All of the maids look at him weirdly.

Y/n was getting ready to ‘sleep’. She has eyebags under her eyes. A knock interrupts her thought.

“Come on in…” she replied weakly.

“My lady?” A maids poke her head in.

“Yes…”

“I have something to tell you!”

“What?”

She looked around before she whispered in her ears.

“We will get you out of here my lady.”

Y/n eyes widened and she quickly looked at the maid.

“A-are you sure!”

“Yes I'm not the only one everyone in this house wanted to help you! Excluding the lord.”

Y/n started to cry at this.

“W-where will I go?”

“Oh right…. it's okay we have a back up plan!”

And thus the maids and butlers get ready to sneak her out. As the previous maid and y/n tip toeing in the front door. Someone caught their acts from behind.

“So this is where you're going?”

Both of their eyes widen. “U-uncle..”

“Uncle? Really baby? I thought you were better!”

He glared at her.

“Guards!! Seized the maid!! How dare she try to take away what's mine!!”

A guard came and held down the maids. While Zachary was laughing like a maniac he was suddenly pinned down to the ground.

“What the f*---”

“I wouldn't curse if I was you….”

Zachary's eyes widened.

“Y-you!!”

“Hello…brother in law” as the hood fell down it revealed Rowen.

Y/n saw who the stranger was and felt very angry and sad, mostly sad. She pushes the guards away and takes the maid's hand and quickly runs away.

But she couldn't run far since she immediately collapsed on the floor.

“My lady!”

“My roses!!” As she heard her past nickname, tears fell down before she saw black.

Rowen quickly kneels down and carries his daughter back.

As he arrives at his mansion. How wife and step sons, including his daughter, were waiting for him.

“Daddy you're back!” Shout the youngest Lilith.

“...I'm back….everyone”

TIMESKIP

Y/n slowly regained her consciousness. There she saw someone head near her hands sleeping she assumed.

As she struggles to move. The head wakes up.

“Darling rosy! Don't you are still weak”

“... You…”

“Yes it's me papa! I miss you so much!!”

“...I..I don't have a papa” she looked away.

“N-no you do! Okay it's my fault for not looking after you!”

“...”

A few days have passed…y/n still remains in her ‘shell’. Rowen didn't stop visiting her. Until he carries her out to eat with him. He hand fed her with a spoon.

He was smiling, including his wife and sons. Except his younger daughter Lilith. She was in rage then she slammed her hand down drawing everyone's attention.

“It's not fair!!”

“Darling sit down…” her mother, Eliza warned her.

“Daddy loves me more!! Why did you have her attention!! I'm your daughter, not her!!”

Rowen slammed his spoon down the table mimicking his daughter's action.

“Lilith she's your older sister…respect her she's my child”

“But not with mommy right!! Did you cheat!!”

“Shut up Lilith Archie!!!” Eliza stands up angrily.

“M-mommy…I'm just defending you!”

“Defending…you don't know anything!! And your father can love anyone he wants!! And for your information! That's Y/n Archie! The true heir to your father's properties!!”

Lilith's eyes widened. “Impossible…he never told me he had a daughter!!.

“It's my fault for making him neglect his daughter…” Eliza confesses.

Y/n who have heard everything stay quiet. She tries to stand up but her legs tremble. And gave out making her collapse on the cold floor.

Rowen quickly helped her and carried her away.

Lilith who saw all this interaction was very angry.

Her older brother, Carlos knew that Lilith would try to do something bad to her.

Time last Lilith tried to frame y/n but failed as she was always caught by her older brother.

As for y/n…bad news is..she…started to throw up. She has nausea almost everyday.

Eliza, who notices these details, quickly hires a private doctor that she trusts.

As the doctor checked y/n Rowen,Eliza and Carlos were there. Carlos was there to make sure Lilith won't do anything stupid.

“...my lord…I have bad news.” The doctor finished packing her things.

“Well…lady y/n she's…” the doctor looked guilty.

“She what?”

“She's pregnant…”

“I-impossible…” Rowen fell down to his knees.

He started to cry for all the things he couldn't have done for y/n.

As for y/n, she too in a shock phrase, her eyes started to get glossy.

Eliza who saw that quickly hugged her. Y/n was still in a shock state as she quickly hugged Eliza too. Sobbing her heart out.

Rowen stands up and hug y/n taking her away from Eliza. He hugged her so tightly while sobbing and apologizing.

“I'm sorry…I'm sorry papa sorry”

Carlos who saw all of this quietly walked out.

A few months past y/n stomach growth. Eliza has been keeping an eye out for her and so did others.

She was 6 months pregnant. She was taking a walk in the garden.

“My lady it's time for your dessert”

No reply

“My lady?”

No reply

As the maid walked closer to her. It turns out y/n was asleep.

The maid chuckled.

“Well..I believe we can continue this story another time then dear viewers~”

“Till we meet again~”

[mannylikessims]

The True Story of the Villareal Family [2.7]

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Heyyy whatcha up to, Luna typed as she headed towards her room.

She was texting the mysterious person in the knight suit she'd met last week at the Von Haunt Estate. Though the two of them exchanged like a million flirty texts every day, the knight was still too shy to reveal their identity.

Not much, they replied almost immediately. Talking to you 😉

She giggled, her heart fluttering, and her phone buzzed again.

What’s going on, princess?

She sighed and replied with a lengthy text about her annoying family. Her dad was bananas, her twin brother was always nagging her, and her little brother was who-knows-where.

I sometimes wonder how things would be different if Mom was still here, she added, and her thumb hit send before she realized what she was writing. Crud. Crud! She didn’t want to turn this into a downer! This was why she avoided talking about her mother!

Oh plum, I remember hearing about your mom last year. I’m so sorry

The three dots flashing on the screen disappeared, then reappeared, then disappeared again.

Luna winced. She knew what was coming – that awkward silence where her friends didn’t know what to say to someone whose mom died in a freak accident. Ugh, why did she have to go and ruin the one happy thing in her life by bringing this up?

She got up to pace her room anxiously when her phone suddenly buzzed.

I can’t imagine what that was like, but I get wondering what if they were still around, wrote the knight. My dad left when I was young and I still think about what it’d be like if he stayed. Like, would I have turned out different?

She scrolled down, reading. It was a long text.

Mom always says that I need someone to “set me straight” or whatever but screw her

But I’m doing great and so are you. I mean, your a straight A student and popular and beautiful so like your mom did something right you know?

And then, for some completely inexplicable reason, Luna burst into tears.

She sobbed for a solid five minutes, not sure why her body was suddenly breaking down, completely forgetting there was someone waiting for her response until her phone buzzed again.

You ok? Sorry, didn’t mean to dump all that Sorry

Luna hastily wiped her tears and texted back. She was fine, she told herself. She had no reason to cry; her tears didn’t make sense. It was teen hormones, probably.

Yeah, I just wanted to say that sucks about your dad, she wrote. And sorry your mom’s a pain

But you’re right, everything is fine now, she added. My family’s fine. We got through it and now we’re just like any other normal, annoying family

If that were true, why did she feel a weird squirming in her stomach as she texted it? Why had she broken down in tears moments prior? Never mind. She pushed those thoughts down and typed out something with more levity.

I’ll make you a deal: I’ll trade you my weird dad for your mom this weekend. But watch out cause he really is bonkers

They responded with a laughing emoji, and Luna wondered if the knight was actually laughing out loud, or at least cracking a smile. That was a nice thought. She hung on to that thought, of her handsome knight smiling kindly at her on the other end.

Oh sorry princess but I gotta go. Goodnight <3, they wrote.

Goodnight <3, she replied. She took a deep breath.

Tomorrow was Friday, and then it was the weekend, and then she would go to the pool with her friends and have a good time. Maybe text her knight some more. Everything was looking up.

She was fine. Her family was fine.

Weren’t they?

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[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday, ol Buddy ol Pal! For Temperence & Templars AU, something with Laela and #6 Green eyes with tears, from the Evocative Images prompts?

HI DEMA have some Laela being schemesy toward Cullen in my next chapter of Temperance and Templars. This takes place in the middle of a big ass party on the Trevelyan estate and Cullen is trying unsuccessfully to track down Thalia, who is supposed to meet a suitor tonight. Lady Arabella is a previously established friend of Laela's.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1070

CW: Brief oblique reference to sexual assault

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Cullen paced the corridor, his anxiety mounting. He was not made for these schemes and machinations. It just made him all the more eager to remove Thalia from this den of beasts entirely. She’d be safer in a Circle, surrounded by people who cared about her, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about Lord Whoever from the Madfort or whether a three-fingered knight wanted to blackmail her. 

He was wasting time. He had to find her before anyone else did. Cullen started down the hall, away from the muffled sounds of the revels, toward the main library. He’d check there first, and if Thalia was not there, he at least had the advantage of knowing where her personal library was—

He was halted by a hand on his arm. Startled, Cullen began to wrench it away, only to look up and into the haunting violet eyes of Lady Arabella Merton. Sable ringlets strayed from a veil artfully arranged on the top of her head, and her pale cheeks glowed rosy in the light from the wall-mounted sconce. She really was quite beautiful. Don’t forget, she supposedly poisoned her husband. 

“Ser Cullen,” Lady Arabella said, a hint of distress in your tone. “Thank the Maker you’re here. Lady Laela begs your assistance.” 

Wrong sister, he wanted to tell her. “What’s the matter?” he asked, forcing aside his uncharitable thoughts. With a guest list this expansive, any number of misfortunes could have happened. 

“I would rather let Laela herself tell it,” Arabella said demurely, averting her eyes. No one’s eyes were that purple, Cullen found himself thinking. Had she access to magic herself, to cast a glamour? It would be the least surprising secret of the night, if so. 

Cullen stifled a sigh. “All right.” Arabella turned, skirts swirling about her ankles, and tugged him down the corridor with one delicate hand clutching his sleeve. 

“Have you seen Lady Thalia?” he asked, trying to keep exasperation from his voice. 

“I spied her in the foyer earlier,” Arabella admitted. “She was greeting someone at the front door, I believe.” 

Cullen’s heart leapt into his throat. “Was it Lord Lewis? Of the Madfort?” 

“I couldn’t say, Ser Cullen.” 

Arabella grinned apologetically, pushing open the door to the terrace. The cool, damp night air hit him in the face. It was difficult to believe the height of the day had been so hot. A steady rain still fell, pattering relentlessly against the stones of the terrace, though the worst of the storm seemed to have passed. 

Arabella gestured him forward. Under the dripping vine-covered awning sat Laela, her hairnet askew, blond hair a sheet across her face. She looked wilted and damp, her cream-and-blue dress pooling out beneath her as she sat on a low wall. She looked up. He was taken aback by the tears shining in her green eyes. 

“Ser Cullen.” She reached out one hand to him. Her voice had lost its normal saccharine barbs. “You didn’t need to come.” 

“Lady Arabella insisted.” Cullen stepped forward, carefully, but did not take her hand. The scar above his lip itched. “Are you all right?” 

Laela’s shoulders slumped. She drew the back of her palm across her eyes. “I seem to have twisted my ankle while dancing.” 

“Out here? In the rain?” Cullen was aware of how callous he sounded in his skepticism. 

Laela snorted. “Where else? That’s where Bann Reginald likes to conduct his dances, if you catch my meaning.” 

Cullen shifted his weight uncomfortably. He crossed his arms across his chest. He didn’t want to be taken for a fool again, but ignoring the implication of her words would make him worse than dishonorable. Laela herself had told him of her fondness for nooks and crannies. “Did he try anything untoward, this— Bann Reginald?” He of the third wife nearly Thalia’s age. 

Cullen wished abruptly for the entire estate to be set ablaze, the fire consuming every grotesque noble therein. 

Laela reached out her arm again. “If you would just escort a lady inside, discreetly?” Her silence on the matter seemed confirmation enough. 

Cullen shut his eyes for a moment. An image of Thalia assaulted him, alone with Lord Lewis, his tall shadow from the fire cast over her. (Why did this shadow look so much like Uldred? He did not have time to wonder.)

He opened them again, but it was still Laela before him, not Thalia. Swallowing hard, he stepped closer and took her hand, helping her up. “Here, lean on me. Do not put weight on the bad ankle.”

Laela slid in close, her hip pressing against his side through the fabric of her gown. She threw an arm across his shoulder. She was taller than her sister, and doing so nearly brought them eye to eye. Cullen tore his gaze away, turning so that he could ask Lady Arabella to hold the door for them, but she had mysteriously vanished. 

“I find that scar rather becomes you, Ser Cullen,” Laela purred. 

Cullen felt her finger on his lip. He tensed and pulled away from her. Someone with an injured ankle would totter and fall to the wet stones, but Laela regained her balance with grace. Cullen felt disgust rising from his gut. 

“Was Bann Reginald ever even out here?” he demanded. 

Laela let out a tragic sigh. “Andraste, no. He was too busy trying to sneak a hand up Lady Rosalind’s skirts.” 

Cullen turned and stormed toward the door. His hand reach for the knob when he heard Laela’s voice pierce the dark from behind him. 

“She’ll betray you.” 

Cullen froze. 

“My sister, I mean. She’s playing sweetness and light with you now, but you shouldn’t fall for it. It’s not you she’s interested in, Ser Cullen. She’s a devious little thing.” 

Laela glided past him and pulled the door open, holding it for him. “You’re not the first Templar she’s done this to, after all.” Her smile was bright and sharp. 

Cullen’s mouth went dry.

“She’ll play you like a fiddle and leave you ruined. Is that how you’d like to end your career?” Laela chuckled. “If you thought about it, you’d see I’m the superior choice.” 

“I need to be going,” Cullen said stiffly. 

Laela shrugged. “Have it your way. I’m not holding you back, am I?” 

Not physically, no. Cullen took a deep breath and stepped inside, leaving Laela behind on the damp terrace. 

[asherloki]

Princess and the saviour knight

Part 2

Part 1 part 3

Knight! Sherlock x princess! Reader

Summary:- Summary:- y/n is a princess going through something difficult! A knight is hired for her. Her protection, but protection from what?

They went infront of his palace and there he was, "Lucian?" She found him walking in his palace garden.

"Princess y/n , what a surprise, come in." He invited her.

"Do you have any suitor?" She asked getting down from the horse.

"Who told you?"he asked back.

"Doesn't matter who told me where you should've told me before anyone did." She yelled at these last words.

"Yes I have, if you remember I told you, loving me comes with pain, you replied oh I can bare any of it for you, I couldn't tell you the reason because then you'll be going through same you had to with mathew."

"Still didn't change anything... Oh my goodness," she broke into tears, she stumbled a few steps. She couldn't believe it's the same story again, it was like re reading a tragedy.

"Your royal highness " Sherlock came running to hold her.

"Make sure she's safe." Lucian said to him.

"You think I believe you care for her well being?" Sherlock snapped forgetting he was talking to a prince.

"I do, not being able to marry her doesn't mean I want bad of her." Replied Lucian politely.

Sherlock didn't reply to him, instead he scooped her in his arms and took to the horse he held her with one arm and the rope tied to horse in another. She just kept on leaning on his chest, silently. The failure in love was getting unbearable. Even after coming back to her palace Sherlock carried the young princess to her room. She stayed silent just leaning on him. He placed her on her bed as carefully as possible. He kept holding her hand as she never let go of it.

"You'll be married off to someone better than them." He said softly. This is the first time she felt like opening her mouth to speak.

"And I'll never love anyone again, it's not for me, no one chooses me over other woman."

He could see the pain in her eyes. He cared for her way too much to see her in such pain. To change the subject he said, "tonight I heard that your friends are coming, they'll be able to cheer you up."

Saying this wanted to get up but she kept on holding his and he felt a tug, he looked back at her and she only uttered one word, "stay". It was rather a whisper. How could he refuse her. He came to protect her. But now, she's much more than that. Her laughter, her talk, her cheerful nature everything caught his attention, her talent in literature and her interest in music and painting, everything fascinated him. He was a mere knight, he shouldn't cross his line. So he kept quiet, also he wasn't a man of something she wants so dearly, a marriage of love. He sat beside her as she drifted off in misery.

In evening when she woke she heard a knock at her door. She got up and couldn't find her knight,

"Come in." She said annoyingly, it was her hand maiden. She brought dress and jewelry as her friends were already there. She sat infront of the mirror and started putting on jewelries. Y/n disliked that anyone would dress her up, she thought no one knows how to make her look pretty but she herself.

"May I come in your royal highness?" The same heavy voice called from the outside.

"Yes come in."

He pushed the door open and entered. "Your friends have arrived and..." He was stunned the moment he saw her in the mirror, she looked way too beautiful than usual. she turned to see him properly, "and?"

"Oh yes" he was startled, as he was lost in her beauty, she was always pretty to him, no matter what state she was in, but this time? She dazzled, even though she was heartbroken still, her shine was intact, she shone like moon, serene and pure in all those diamonds she wore.

"And, they're demanding to see you, should I let them in?"

"No, tell them I'm coming."

"Very well." Saying this he went outside. After she was ready to go out, she heard few laughters of girls, apparently her friends and one laughter that was her knight's. What was going on? She burst the door open to find all her friends clinging to her knight and making jokes and laughing. He was very much involved in it too, apparently he was being polite to all the ladies and princesses those were there. They all looked at her and were awstruck. And Sherlock as well, "may I dare say how dazzling you look your royal highness".

"Ofcourse you may, if you get a little time from all the jokes that's been made here." She snapped, ofcourse she was furious with him. And she noticed amongst all friends, sabrina who's father was a Duke being very much interested in him. She asked her friends to come with her and Sherlock stood there alone. Later that night when she was taking off her jewelries Sherlock asked for her permission to come in.

"Hmm" was the reply.

"Your highness? What's wrong?" He enquired.

"Nothing, what can be wrong, except for the fact that you and Sabrina were too close to eachother tonight."

"But Sabrina was..."

"Lady Sabrina for you, you're a knight don't forget that, not a Duke." As she was at her most vulnerable self at that time she was also pretty hurtful too.

"My apologies your royal highness, lady Sabrina was simply speaking to me".

"May I know the simple talks?"

"Ofcourse, about my family and my adventures and..."

This time she turned and interrupted saying, "oh, you told her about your family and not to me?"

"You never asked ". He replied, he always have an answer to everything. Y/n thought he was right, she's always been so self centric. So she thought she should ask him now.

"Who do you have in your family?" Asked she politely, or trying to be polite.

"Parents, brother and sister."

"No special friend?"

"A close friend named John but no one else."

"How come?"

"Married to my work, your highness ".

"Good, anyway I have to change, good night "

"Good knight, princess y/n , I'll be here outside if you need me." Saying this he went. And he stayed right infront of her doorstep all night long.

[jewwyfeesh]

The Lost Tome - 4

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Narukami Arashi, Suou Tsukasa, Sakuma Ritsu

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Ritsu: Mm, yes. That’s why I said to stop bothering me. One more time and I’ll really get pissed off. (Lies down and covers himself with the blanket.)

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Season: Autumn

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Space

Arashi: The air is cooler now – seems like Autumn is finally here. And if I recall, it’s also the season of chrysanthemums.

At a time when most plants are withering and falling, it really is a special treat to see them start to bloom.

This kind of feeling is akin to seeing a hardworking young man; I wonder if I should find some spare time to go admire those yellow blossoms~? 

Hm? There’s a blanket here, and it seems to be covering something. Is there someone sleeping underneath?

Honestly, it is kind of weird to sleep in such an open-air environment…

Curiosity did kill the cat… I suppose a little peek wouldn’t hurt…

UWAH!! R-Ritsu-chan… Why are you sleeping here?!

Ritsu: Yaaaaawn~ Don’t go ‘round causing such a ruckus and disturbing my rest…

Arashi: Ritsu-chan, don’t go back to sleep, do you even see where you’re dozing?

Ritsu: Mm, yeah I know. I picked this place on purpose.

Nevermind. If I don’t explain it properly to you, Nacchan~, you might just nag me non-stop, so… Let me give you a TLDR…

Today’s sun isn’t too bad, so Anzu had wanted to air a blanket for me, but I really wanted to sleep.

But she thought that the sun would be gone by the time I woke up; keeping my health in mind, she insisted on helping me air that quilt.

I can’t turn down her kindness, so I worked out a compromise.

Arashi: So… What you meant is… You decided to take a nap here and air the blanket at the same time?

Ritsu: Mm, yes. That’s why I said to stop bothering me. One more time and I’ll really get pissed off. (Lies down and covers himself with the blanket.)

Arashi: Hahahaha. While I’m unable to comprehend your train of thought sometimes, Ritsu-chan, this isn’t such a bad idea after all.

If it were me, I probably wouldn’t even be able to come up with such a plan.

I won’t keep you up any longer, then. Go have a good rest, but don’t forget we have practice later.

Ritsu: Uuu… How annoying. But Nacchan~’s finally gone. At long last, some peace and quiet… Perfect to go eep… (Flips over, and covers the book that fell by his side.)

A while later…

Tsukasa: Onee-sama, you’re on your way to go look for Ritsu-senpai, is that it?

It’s because it’s nearly time for Knights’ practice, so you’re preparing to go wake him up, and also make use of the remaining sunlight to help him sun his blanket?

Haha, you’re very kind. In that case, allow me to accompany you on your quest to look for Ritsu-senpai.

You’re asking about me? I, too, am on my way to participate in Knights’ practice.

Besides, I have some Time now. If I am able to offer my assistance here, then I would gladly do so.

I’ve found Ritsu-senpai, he’s over here ♪

Ritsu-senpai, please wake up! It’s time for you to get out of bed!

Ritsu: Yaaawn~ Why’re there other people here disturbing my beauty sleep again…?

Eh? Why are you here, Suu~chan?

Tsukasa: Ritsu-senpai, Onee-sama and I are here to wake you up. The Time of our shared practice session is upon us.

Ritsu: Oh? Anzu’s here too… Seems like it’s time. Let me pack my things up and I’ll head over.

Anzu, you’re saying I don’t need to tidy up because you’re intending to utilize the last bit of sunlight to sun the other side of the blanket? Ah, thank you very much.

Suu~chan, shall we go ahead first?

Tsukasa: I would like to assist Onee-sama with tidying up for a little while. Ritsu-senpai, how about you head over there first? I’ll be over soon.

Ritsu: Okay~ See you there. Suu~chan, don’t take too long~ Bye bye~

Tsukasa: Onee-sama, you’re thanking me? No no, I should be the one thanking you. Previously, you’ve helped us a great deal during Knights’ various activities, so… I, too, want to lend you a hand.

That’s why… Please don’t mention it. Feel free to take this as my way of repaying you.

I’ll help you air out Ritsu-senpai’s blanket – you can take a breather over here.

Huff~ It’s done, Onee-sama. If there’s nothing else, I’ll get going.

You’re saying that you found a book where Ritsu-senpai had been resting earlier on? He probably forgot about it and left it here.

I can help pass it to Ritsu-senpai — I am headed to practice after all.

You’re saying you’ll deliver it personally after you’ve kept away Ritsu-senpai’s blanket, because you’d like to see how our practice is like?

Alright then, thank you very much Onee-sama. I’ll take my leave now. See you later!

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[dailyjuliusblog]

SIGAY KA, COTABATO CITY!

Have you ever tried riding an Airplane? Or Have you ever tried walking on the clouds, running and touching the beauty of rainbows, being amazed and mesmerized by how His creation made us humans blissful? Or if not, have you ever met a person you know in the first place, a stranger and a not trustworthy person who suddenly turns out as your knight in shining armor? Many questions arose in my mind that I wanted to ask, but I could not construct the proper grammar and thought. But, have you visited a place for the first time where the connotation and stereotypes of many are harmful, and the judgment is unjust? If not, let me tell you about my experience before and after I visited Mindanao, especially how I left my heart in Cotabato City.

Nowadays, we commonly form judgments and opinions based on superficial characteristics such as appearance, ethnicity, or socioeconomic status. Before, I always had that fear and stereotype that Mindanao was not a safe region because of what was being reported to the media. Honestly, I always use the media as a reason to think that when we say Mindanao, it is the land of chaos, misunderstanding, and a nutshell of Anti-Government people. But I didn't know well the other side of Maguindanaon people.

I only thought that people from the Muslim region were arrogant and self-centered, not until I was given a chance to ride a plane and have a 4-day and three nights stay in Cotabato City to attend a benchmarking activity, leadership training, and to satisfy and change my ego and stereotypes about Muslim region.

As someone who grew up in an urban city, I had always been drawn to the fast-paced lifestyle and the constant buzz of activity. But when I visited Cotabato City, everything changed. From the moment I arrived, I was bumped into by the beauty of the place. The lush greenery, stunning hills, and valleys were breathtaking. The infrastructure, ambiance, and rulings are unusual, from the bustling markets and busy streets to the serene countryside and tranquil riverbanks. But you know what refreshing is? I found myself feeling more relaxed and at peace than I had in my hometown. Who knows that a nobody student became a Student Trustee of an Institution that gives him many opportunities, that he will be able to celebrate also his special day in another place?

As I spent more time in the city, I encountered a lot of Muslims and Christians who were very kind, generous, and welcoming, to the point that they made me feel like I lived there many years ago. I was constantly amazed by the hospitality of the people in Cotabato City. It was the people who captured my heart. Despite the stereotypes and negative judgments they received, the people of Cotabato City were some of the most welcoming and hospitable I had ever met.

As my time in Cotabato City ended, I knew I would never forget this place or the people I met here. I had left a piece of my heart behind, and I knew I would always be drawn back to this magical and enchanting city.

And as I boarded the plane to return home, I realized the real purpose of my visit here. I did not only benchmark the best practices of one of their prestigious university, but I also committed myself to become a voice of the North, that the people of the South are good and very hospitable. Though I may never fully understand and discover the magic of this place, I know that it will always hold a special place in my heart. And so, I continue to return, eager to explore and discover all that Cotabato City has to offer, and grateful for the memories and experiences that have shaped my life forever.

Sigay Ka, Cotabato City! You're a place of endless wonder.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 30 EDDARD VII (pages 295-313)

Ned's murder investigation hits a dead end when his primary lead turns up dead of natural causes. Natural causes being 'killed by Mountain.' On the plus side his daughters are no longer fighting with each other, and Varys has a tasty morsel of gossip he's down to share with Ned.

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The squires smiled nervously until the king turned on them. "You. Yes, both of you. You heard the Hand. The King is too fat for his armor. Go find Aron Santagar. Tell him I need the breastplate stretcher. Now! What are you waiting for?"

hehehehehehe, I do enjoy these types of jokes. Less so when it's tiktok parents filming their kids who know nothing about cars asking for headlight fluid and posting it on social media for thousands of people to laugh over. *shudders* embarrassment and tomfoolery are for the people who were there, not for social media, that's just public humiliation.

"The woman tried to forbid me to fight in the melee. She's sulking in the castle now, damn her. Your sister would never have shamed me like that." "You never knew her like I did, Robert," Ned told him. "You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath. She would have told you that you have no business in the melee."

I always get the feeling Robert was in love with the idea of Lyanna Stark, like someone who has a crush on someone they've never spoken to and invents an entire persona to go with their face that has nothing to do with who they really are.

"- Oh, Cersei is lovely to look at, truly, but cold... the way she guards her cunt, you'd think she had all the gold of Casterly Rock between her legs. -"

page 300. it took 300 hundred pages for someone to say 'cunt.' Unlike the tv series where it takes up 46% of the script with 'fuck.' (and all its variations -ing -ed -er(s) -s)

Ned walked with the king to the jousting field. He had promised to watch the final tilts with Sansa; Septa Mordane was ill today, and his daughter was determined not to miss the end of the jousting.

'ill'? Please, that woman's hung over. Hmmm, Mordane's trauma response is alcoholism.

When the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmer ran through the crowd, and he heard Sansa's fervent whisper, "Oh, he's so beautiful." Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and filigreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots. The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires, a gasp went up from a thousand throats. ... Sandsa clutched at his arm. "Father, don't let Ser Gregor hurt him," she said. "These are tourney lances," he told his daughter. "They make them to splinter on impact, so no one is hurt." Yet he remembered the dead boy in the cart with his cloak of crescent moons, and the words were raw in his throat.

Hey, Ned, just real quick? You do know that your eldest daughter saw that death yesterday right? Like you know that his dead body bleed out mere feet from her? You get that this probably isn't just her being a frightened child who's scared the pretty man will scratch his over blinged handsomeness, she's aware that his opponent Gregor Clegane murdered someone in this exact sport yesterday.

By then, Gregor was striding down the lists towards Ser Loras Tyrell, his bloody sword clutched in his fist. "Stop him!" Ned shouted, but his words were lost in the roar. Everyone else was yelling as well, and Sansa was crying.

Oh? Crying? Sansa? Interesting, and quite a departure from the 'Sansa at tourney' we saw in the previous chapter. Obviously, her emotional state is different but whether it's because she's fully mentally present or because the horse matters to her more than a stranger... well we're in the wrong POV to be sure. Or maybe she'd not crying and Ned's just assuming that she is because she has her hands over part of her face and she's panicking. Ned is... not the most observant when it comes to Sansa. (They did really well short-handing that with the doll in the show, I don't know if that was lifted from the books or if it was like Ned's ability to understand his daughter's logic well enough to explain it to Arya: added in there because the showrunners didn't trust the audience to follow things.)

"STOP THIS MADNESS," he boomed, "IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING!" "The Hound went to one knee. Ser Gregor's blow cut air, and at last he came to his senses.

ngl, Sandor's knee-drop-dodge was one of my favourite moves from season 1 of the show. The timing of it! *chef's kiss*

"Tyrell had to know the mare was in heat," Littlefinger was saying. "I swear the boy planned the whole thing. Gregor has always favored huge, ill-tempered stallions with more spirit than sense." The notion seemed to amuse him. It did not amuse Ser Barristan Selmy. "There is small honor in tricks," the old man said stiffly.

It's interesting to keep seeing what dialogue has been given away to other people, and how that changes the characters subtly. This conversation is had between Littlefinger and Sansa in the show, where it works to create this character bond, a pseudo-relationship between them to lay the groundwork for later, but it also increases Sansa's apparent naivety, and not in a good way. D&D really did take so many layers out of her.

Ned remembered Robert's first child as well, a daughter born in the Vale when Robert was scarcely more than a boy himself. A sweet little girl; the young lord of Storm's End had doted on her. He used to make daily visits to play with the babe long after he had lost interest in the mother.

Oh! Oh, I know her, that's, uhm... Maya? Mara? I think her name starts with an 'M,' we meet her later when Sansa goes to the Vale. I never got that far the first time, but I've heard about her in some metas and seen her mentioned in some fics. Ahh, I'll look forward to meeting her! also, though: 'long after he had lost interest in the mother.' Tell me you don't read that and think "and if you'd gotten to have Lyanna after all, how long until you would have tired of her? How long until you were sick of her not being the perfect version you dreamed of? How long until you strayed from her?"

"- What was he doing that they had to kill him?" "Asking questions," Varys said, slipping out the door.

See, having seen the tv show, I think I know what's really going on, and why Jon Arryn was killed, but there's also part of me that keeps thinking "yes but I know they changed a lot of details, more as the show went on, what if this was one of them?" It's fun, because I have some context for things, but I also don't know what I know 100% so I'm trying to stay with what the text is telling me, but ohhhh, a reader cannot help themselves and has to theorize.

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Cry Me A River - Chapter 9 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

One-sided Love

I got up from my chair, ignoring Derek's yelling as I rushed out the door, hoping to catch up with Isaiah.

I ran around like a crazy person for what felt like hours.

Eventually, I collapsed on the stairs of the pathway attempting to catch my breath.

Not quite sure what to do.

I had searched what seemed like the entire palace for Isaiah but I couldn't seem to be able to find him anywhere.

Where could he be?

"Without you, I feel broken."

I heard a soft voice sing.

So beautiful.

'Isaiah.'

I ran towards the voice until I found myself outside, surrounded by a field of flowers.

'Where am I?'

I looked around, everywhere I looked there were flowers.

It was as if I was in an ocean of flowers.

There in the distance, sitting in a field of flowers, was Isaiah.

He peered up at the moon as he sang.

The song was so gentle, so sad.

"I love my heart, I love my soul but what is it all without the keeper of both."

I crept up silently behind him and sat beside him, listening to him sing.

"I wonder, If I were to disappear, Would you even notice?"

A silent tear slid down his face, as he continued to sing.

"Is this broken love worth my pain, Worth my agony, Even if it takes me to me grave?"

I gasped.

He jumped, as he pivoted his head in my direction.

"River? What are you doing here?"

He turned his head nervously.

"Is he...?"

"No, I told him not to come," I smiled, wiping away his tear with the pad of my thumb.

He let out a breath of relief as he smiled at me.

"Thank you."

I smiled.

We both turned away from each other to peer up at the moon silently.

"I know, I'm being stupid."

I turned away from the moon to look at him.

"Why are you being stupid?"

He turned to look at me.

"I love someone who I can never be with."

He smiled sadly.

"Why not?"

He looked at me in confusion.

"I'm not his mate."

"So?"

"So, I cannot be with him," he said simply, as he turned back to the moon.

"Just like the moon, he's unreachable. I can never call him mine."

'Is that so? Can he really never be with Derek, because of something as trivial as not being mates? If he loves him so, shouldn't that be enough to be with him?'

"Even if I were to tell him my feelings, he would never accept them," he continued sadly.

"I wouldn't blame him, what would be the point? Ruin our friendship over something as trivial as my feelings."

"It doesn't sound very trivial to me."

He sighed.

"River, you don't understand..."

"No, I think I do. You love Derek and he clearly cares about as well if the way he looks at you says anything..."

"No, he loves me. I know that. But he isn't in love with me, River. That's where the difference between our feelings for one another differentiate."

"What if he did, what if he did love you?"

He was silent for a few minutes before he finally answered.

"It wouldn't change anything. He still wouldn't be my mate and I his. One day he will find his mate and he'll forget about me. Giving myself false hope will only make it worse."

"What about your mate? What if you find your mate first? Will you forget about him?"

"That won't happen," he said simply.

"Why?"

"Derek isn't one someone can easily forget," he laughed a small, sad sound.

"And even if I could, I don't have a mate."

' He doesn't have a mate?'

"I'm a Sola wolf."

My eyes widened at his words.

A Sola wolf.

A term most parents used to scare their children into doing their chores and children used as scary stories to tell their friends.

By definition, they are lone wolves, wolves who were mates of stillborn children or those who die early on in their lives.

They are wolves who have no mate.

Many times they turned feral and were put down.

Other times they were used as knights, secret weapons who don't hesitate in battle.

After all, they had nothing to lose.

He stood up, dusting himself off as I laid there in shock.

"I'm going to go to sleep," he yawned.

"I'll see you in the morning, River."

"Yeah, see you in the morning, Isaiah," I smiled, standing up as well.

He laughed as he reached into my hair and pulled out a flower.

"Here you go," he smiled.

"Thanks," I blushed, taking it from his fingers.

"Oh and River," I heard him call.

I turned to look at him.

He smiled at me.

"You can call me Izzy."

I smiled back and waved until he was out of view before rushing to my room.

I slammed the door behind me, before tearing through the room until I found what I was looking for.

I smiled as I found a piece of parchment and ink.

I started what I should have started earlier.

I placed the flower down as I began to write.

Dear Alastair,

Oh, how I miss you so. I've decided to do what you told me to. I'm going to write a list of things I want us to do together when you return.

I began.

1) Have a picnic in the flower garden, beneath the moonlight.

[moonknightismyhero]

Pairing: Oscar Isaac x Reader

Warning: smut, dirty talk, fangirling! If that’s a warning, clothed male and clothed female, just a quickie, sex, pure sin, l know you have imagined this scenario is your heads.

Summary: Oscar took his wife (y/n) to the testing of his Mr. Knight suit and you’re quite intrigued about the mask and all of him. You tease him that you always had this fantasy of him taking advantage of you while he’s in his gear. And he did not forget the first time you said it to him.

Suit up zipper down

You cannot believe that you can see Oscar is his Mr. Knight suit. You were mesmerised by the way he moved in it. But the best part was the mask. You can see his eyes through the holes and his eyes were fixated at you. You bit your lip and Oscar noticed it. Oh boy you were in for a treat.

“How do you like it?” Asked Mohamed and walked next to you. You looked at him and smiled.

“Actually yes. He looks so good.”

“Yea? He said that after the testing he wants to talk to you about something.” He winked and you didn’t even know what he meant. And why did he winked. It was bizarre… You looked at Oscar again and he was looking at you while he tucked up the sleeves of his shirt. You felt yourself blush.

“How do I look? Ya know you can come closer Darling. I won’t bite.” Said Oscar and you approached him. He looked so yummy.

“Of course you won’t Mr. Isaac. I have to say that you look so good. God I would eat you up. Did I said it out loud, didn’t I?” You blushed of embarrassment.

“Oh wifey don’t worry you’ll soon.” He drooped his voice so low you barely heard it. But you managed to catch the full sentence. You bit your lower lip again and he grabbed your chin and you legs almost gave up.

“You know that I don’t like you biting your lip. Ya know what it does to me.”

“Maybe that’s the reason why I do it.” You shruggled.

“Don’t make me bend you over and fuck you in this very spot. You’re naughty… so….so naughty.”

“But that’s one thing that you like about me.”

“True. But I also like your pussy when it’s dripping from your juices and my cum. He whispered it into your ear and you let out a little moan that only he could hear. The mask did not his his beautiful eyes, whose were filled with lust. You bit your pie again and rubbed your legs together. You already felt yourself get wet.

“You don’t know what you got yourself into.” He groaned

“Khmmm….. can we continue lovebirds?” Asked Mohamed and you were blushing like mad.

“Of course I just discussed something with my wife.” He said and turned to me. “You go home honey. I’ll be home soon. And I want you to be ready for me when I arrive. On our bed naked. But you can’t touch yourself. Only I can touch you. Understood?”

“Y…Yes Daddy.”

“Hmm…. I like it. Now go Love. I love you. And I would kiss you if this mask wasn’t on me.” You kissed his mask where his lips were and said goodbye.

*time skip brought you by Oscar’s booty*

‘Where’s he? He should be home by now’

You were in the bedroom naked as he wanted. Different scenarios run through your head. And you were already wet. He’s so mysterious…. He never been like that. Well except once you found out in secret that he has a Daddy king. He doesn’t know it that you know it. Suddenly the front door opened and closed. You knew immediately that Oscar is home finally. You positioned yourself on the bed and spread your legs just as he wanted you to. You laid down and waited for him to come to your shared bedroom.

“Looks like someone’s very eager for my cock, doesn’t she?” You heard his muffled voice.

‘Omg he has the Moon Knight mask on!!!’

“Yes, always.” You said and looked at his direction. Your mouth slightly went ajar when you saw that he’s in the full Mr. Knight suit. His sleeves were tucked up to his elbows.

“Hmm… Be a good girl and kneel before me.” He said and you quickly obeyed. You got up and you lingered your eyes at him. He was so delicious wearing that suit and the mask. You kneeled in front of him and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with lust and want.

“Oscar is it okay to stole the costume? I mean did you say anything that you’re borrowing it?”

“They know. And for now call me Marc.”

‘Oh my Khonshu! He wants to do roleplay!’

“Yes Marc. What should I do?”

“Let’s start with you unzip my pants don’t worry there’s nothing underneath it.” He winked and you quickly set his already hard cock free. He made a sharp hiss sound.

“Good girl. Now suck on it like a good slut you are for me. Show me how much you want me.” He said and you grabbed his cock with one hand and started to pump him. Your mouth was already watered. You cannot wait and put him in your hot mouth. He moaned out loud from the pleasure. He always loved your mouth on him. You twirled your tongue around the tip as you got his member out and licked it from the bottom to the top. You gently sucked on his tip and he hissed underneath the mask.

“Don’t make me punish you girl. Do what I said slut.” He said and grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced his cock into your mouth. He rhythmically moved your head up and down and his cock touched the depth of your throat.

“Y…yeah just like that! Suck on my cock!” He moaned and started to fuck your mouth faster. But now he grabbed both side of your face and ruined your mouth. Your throat were already sore but he didn’t stop. You really wanted to touch yourself…. He was so hot. You touched your pussy with your hand and started pleasure yourself. You moaned on his cock and it sent shivers down his spine. But soon he noticed what you were doing and let you go.

“Did I gave you permission to touch yourself?” He asked grabbed your hands and tugged you up from your knees.

“Fucking answer me if I ask you!” He commanded and you did not dare to look him in his eyes.

“No, Daddy.” You heard that he choked on his breath and let out a growl. Oh boy you’re in so much trouble.

“Daddy…..huh? Get on the bed spread your legs and be still. If you don’t I’ll punish you. Understand?” He asked and you just nodded. He suddenly grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “I said. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes Marc. I understand.” You quickly laid down on the bed and did what he said. Oscar was licking his lips beneath the mask.

“So fucking beautiful. And ready for me. I wanna fuck you so bad that you forget your own name. But first I want to hear you beg. Beg me to fuck you.”

You bit your bottom lip and you cannot even form a word. He was clearly impatient. He crossed the space between him and the bed and grabbed both of your ankles and put ‘em in the air and spread them. You felt yourself become a little shy.

“Beg me. Beg me to fuck you till you can barely walk, beg me and I shall give you what you desire, beg me!

“Please Marc. Shit…..I beg you please. Fuck me! I can’t take this anymore. Fuck me till I cannot walk. Please!” You were blushing at your answer. You know for sure that you’re ready for him as always.

“Well you begged so prettily that I cannot say no to you. I’ll make you come that you’ll forget your own name.” He said and lifted up you lower body so his cock was lined with your pussy. You saw that he did not took down his pants. Only his cock was visible. You found it hot.

“Please I can’t take it anymore. Marc please.”

“So pretty. Beggin’ me like a whore. A whore for my cock. I shall give you what you need. Here it comes.” He sang and didn’t have time to adjust to him he pounded into you. You both moaned out loud and you gripped the sheets.

“You look so hot (y/n). I’m lucky.” He praised and slowly started to move. But he have another plan in mind. He quickened the pace and now fucked you like you were only a whore.. but you loved it. Moans and little sounds of pleasure filled your bedroom and he didn’t even care if anyone heated it outside. Your tits were moving up and down and he cannot take his eyes off of them. They were his favourites.

“Y…yeah. Just like that. You take my cock so well. Fuck…… so perfect.” He tightened his grip on your thighs and pounded you faster. But suddenly he got his dick out and let go of you.

“Why……??”

“I want you to get up and face me.”

“Yes Sir.” You got up from the bed, your legs felt like jelly but managed to turn you whole body and face him. You saw a huge wet spot around his cock. Omg you ruined the costume….

“Don’t worry. I can keep this.” He winked and picked you by your waist and wrapped yourself around his lower back. He pressed you to the nearest wall and did not waste time to fill up your pussy again. You gasped at the sudden movement and banged your head to the wall. There were no space between your bodies as he started to move again in a fast pace.

“So good….f..fuck. I’ll come inside of you. Y….yeah. I’ll use you as my cock slut. Fuck…. I even make you carry my child. Our child.”

“Y….Yes. Put a baby in me. Please I’m so close.”

“Come of this dick. NOW.” He commanded and you came undone. Your orgasm hit you so hard, felt his cum came into you and fill your uterus to the hilt. Both of you moaned loud and from the tiredness you placed your sweaty forehead on his shoulder. He carried you to the bed and placed you down, and started to undress. When he was fully naked, laid down next to him and held you in his arms.

“That was so good. Thank you My Love.” You said and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Anything for you Babe.”

“Did you really said that you wanna put a baby in me?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a reader treating their S/O's wounds after a fight/accident. Possibly with Diluc, Kaeya, and Albedo? Thank you so much I absolutely love your writing :D

^ I love Albedo so much - silly little forgetful genius 

Warning -> cleaning injuries, playful/joking 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology  

Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo⚘

Diluc

Diluc would be pretty angry if he got hurt. It doesn’t matter hoe either, it could be because he was out protecting the city or found himself in a fight, but his pride would be hurt the most if it was because of an accident 

He’d beat himself up for being careless and not paying attention - don’t mistake his terrible mood for being annoyed at you, it’s all turned inward 

“This is a pretty bad cut.” You take his arm in your hand and look over the wound. It’s hard to tell, but it looks as if it spans from his triceps to his upper bicep. The blood has soaked into his shirt and when you go to examine the rip he pulls away from you. 

“You don't need to fuss with it.” 

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

“Of course I do.” You reach back out to him but he pushes your hand away which makes you huff. It was admirable how much he did and how hard he fought for others, but sometimes his pride got in the way of what was best. You wished he would let those walls down easier. 

Diluc was always so much for you - in everything he did you couldn’t keep yourself together and you felt your body tingle from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your feet. You loved him and sometimes it was painful 

“Still, it needs to be treated.” You reached for him for the third time and his hesitancy began to slip. Carefully, you unbuttoned his shirt, keeping a close watch on his facial expressions. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is turned into a frown but he isn’t fighting you. Once you get enough of it unbuttoned, you slide it over his shoulder, and, as if you could forget, you catch sight of his beautiful skin. The muscles around his eye scrunched as you slide the sleeve of his shirt over the injury. “Sorry.” 

You’d seen him many times before, but the air in your lungs always escaped when you did, there was something beautiful about him with his shirt half off - how it accentuated his chest and back muscles, the way his vibrant hair complemented his dark shirt and pale skin 

You began to clean his wound. First, you wiping it with a cloth, making sure to use a gentle touch so as to not irritate the skin anymore before applying the medicinal cream you often kept on hand. 

Even as your eyes looked over the injury, you couldn’t help but glance at his face and look for any sign of discomfort. Soon, you found your gaze trailing down his neck and over his chest. It was unbelievable how attractive he was, and you couldn’t understand that out of everyone, he chose you. 

You rummaged through the medical supplies until your hands found the bandages. Shifting closer to Diluc and resting his hand against your outer thigh you began to wrap his injury as carefully as you could. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” 

“Not particularly, all that you need to know is the issue has been dealt with.” His chin rested in his free hand and he avoided your eyes. 

“Hmm. I’m not surprised, you’re more than capable. I’m nearly done.” You wrapped his arm a few more times for good measure before clipping the bandages together with one of the small metal clasps. “That should do. We should change the bandages tomorrow, but I don’t think you’ll lose the arm.” You chuckle and bend to your side, the items in the medical kit a disorganized mess and you work quickly to get them back in order. When you sit back up Diluc is still sitting in the chair in front of you, which you didn’t expect. 

You open your mouth to say something but stop when he turns to you. He runs his fingers against the side of your head, pushing strands of your hair over your ear. His hand rests there for a second, his thumb sliding across your cheek and you feel the goosebumps climb up your back and over your shoulders, seeping into your heart. 

“I’ll be more careful next time.” His eyes shift back and forth between your own, his face haloed by fiery hair. 

“Mhm.” You nod and he releases you. You gaze at him as he stands by the dresser and works his way into a fresh shirt. 

Kaeya

Kaeya loves being pampered by you - he cannot get enough of your touch anyway, and when you care for him, clean him up - all your attention on him - well he gets kind of a big head 

“How many times have I told you to be more careful.” You scold him as you position yourself behind the chair. 

“At this point, I’ve lost count.” He bent backward and tilted his head until he could look up at you. Even though the two of you had been together for some time, he still found ways to set your veins on fire. 

He looked at you and at this angle, you were given a perfect view of his neck and chest. You couldn’t help but notice the discolored skin where he had been injured in battles past. He may be quick on his feet, but he was still human. 

As nimbly as he could, he wrapped one of his arms around your back and pulled you close to him. 

“Who needs to worry about being safe when they have their own personal nurse.” You laughed and leaned down to place a quick kiss on his forehead. He hummed and the sound warmed your chest.

“I might be out of a job if you don’t be more careful.” You traced your fingers up his neck and along his jawline before giving him a gentle pat against his ear. “Now lean up so I can work.” 

He complied, returning his arm to rest on his legs and you settled back over his shoulder. With a light touch, you gripped onto his bicep and pushed it further into the light. The injury, while painful looking, didn’t seem to be too dangerous. 

Kaeya was cocky - sometimes more than he should be, and while he was perfectly capable of keeping himself out of harm's way, he didn’t know everything all the time 

Taking care of him like this was intimate in its own way. He wanted to be close to you and normally his hands were the ones trailing their way across your skin, but when these situations came up you had more justification to touch him without reservation 

The cut stretched across his shoulder blade, almost as if a blade was deflected from striking him in the back. You grabbed the cloth from the warm tub of water and wring it out until there were only a few drops coming off of it. Wrapping it around your hand so you have more control, you slip your pointer and middle finger into the cloth and hold it together in your palm, this way you can clean the skin around the cut more efficiently. 

You admire how flawless his skin is as you clean the blood. You hope this doesn’t leave a lasting scar, but honestly, it wouldn’t be the first and unlikely to be the last. As carefully as you could, you begin to clean the edges of the injury. When you hear him suck in the air quickly you stop. 

“Ah, did that hurt?” 

“Heh, nothing I can’t handle.” He laughs in good humor and shifts a bit in the chair. 

“Oh, so I can stop being so gentle then?” 

“Now hold on.” He begins to turn around, his confident smile already slipping. 

“I’m kidding.” You reassure him with a snicker, placing your hand on the side of his arm. “Be a good patient and relax.” 

You finish cleaning his wound and covering it with the healing ointment before working on placing the bandage. Thankfully, the Knights always had everything on hand so it made the whole process quick and relatively painless. 

“I think we are good.” You pack away the items and place them back into the medical cabinet, the door closes with a satisfying click. Walking over to the small refreshment table you pour water into a cup and make sure you take both it and the pain medication back to Kaeya. As you make your way back to him he’s already putting his shirt back on, a shame really. “Here, these should help with the pain.” 

You hold out your hand to him and wait for him to finish. When he turns around and his eyes land on the pills in your hand he smirks. 

“I know another way to alleviate pain.” He walks toward you and you already feel the urge to roll your eyes. 

“And what is that?” 

“Kissing.” He looks down at you and pulls at your shirt. He closes his eyes and leans down to your face but you hold him off. 

“Hey now. Why don’t you take these and then we can talk.” You knock your knuckles onto his slightly exposed chest and with a huff he concedes. Quickly, he takes the medicine in his hands and tosses them in his mouth, you offer him the water but he doesn’t take it. “Good jo…” He cuts you off. His lips connecting with yours and his hands pulling you close. 

He pulls away and looks at you, “See, my way is so much better.” 

“Cheeky.” You poke back and fail in your attempt to get away from his lips. 

Albedo 

He’s taken care of himself for so long that it’s still a shock sometimes to have someone dote on him as much as you do - you’re always around to help him and he’s starting to find your company quite enjoyable 

Here’s the kicker - Albedo wouldn’t notice if he had been injured until way later - so when you react loudly near him he doesn’t completely follow nor understand what has made you so upset

“Albedo! What happened?” You reach out to his face and when he disconnects from the papers that have kept his attention for so long you see the confusion in his eyes. 

“Y/N, sorry. I’m not sure I know what you mean.” 

“You have a cut on your face.” You brush his hair away from his forehead and shake your head as you see the cut across his brow. 

He reached up and touched his head, when he pulled his hand back to his line of sight and saw the blood on his fingertips his reaction was calm. “Well, this is a surprise.” 

You turn around and walk toward one of the cabinets in the research facility. It wasn’t uncommon for small accidents like these to happen here. Often, the experiments would become quite volatile or their reactions unexpected. You pulled the items from the shelf and remembered the time an unfortunate student lost his eyebrows. 

Quickly, you made your way back to Albedo’s side and placed the medical box on the counter next to you. As you rummage through the items in the box you start to talk to yourself, narrating out everything you were doing as well as your thoughts. 

“I know there should be some things in here that will help. I could have sworn that it had, ah yes. Here you are tricky thing.” You tear open a small bag and pull out a cloth. As quickly as possible you get it wet and feel it begin to lather under your fingers. “I’ll use this to clean your wound and then I’ll bandage it.” 

You walk back to Albedo and place your hand against his cheek. He’s been watching you this whole time and lets you do as you please. “Where is Sucrose when you need her. At least she seems to keep you out of harm's way … sometimes at least.” At this point, you are mumbling, and more to yourself than you are to Albedo. When he laughs you freeze, one hand resting under his chin and the other against his forehead. “What’s so funny?” 

“You’re so upset that you’re talking to yourself.” 

“Oh … really?” 

“Mhm” 

“… I didn’t even notice.” You feel your ears get warm and pinch your lips together. 

“It’s fine. I often talk out loud when I’m looking at my research.” 

It never ceased to amaze you how similar the two of you were - how you could both get so lost in whatever you were doing that the world seemed to fade away 

Still - Albedo was the only person in your life who could keep your attention on the here and now - from the day you met him he was your present and, hopefully, your future 

“This should be enough, does your head hurt?” You placed the bandage over his injury. The research facility was really to thank for the adhesive additions to small bandages like this. Somehow, they managed to make the edges sticky enough to adhere to the skin, but not too much to make it impossible to remove. 

“No, it seems to be okay. Thank you.” He reached up and grabbed your hand and let it rest in his lap. 

“No problem.” You avert your eyes and let them rest on the floor. He gives your hand a squeeze before letting you go and the warmth of his palm leaves yours chilled. The two of you just live in the comfortable silence for a second, he glances your way and you push the medical box along the counter. Finally, you break the silence, “I should put this back.” 

You pack up the items and close the box before walking back to the cabinet where you got it. As you slide it back onto the shelf the question you never got the answer to slipped back into your brain. 

“Hey,” you begin, turning around and leaning against the counter. “So do you remember how you got the cut on your head?” You cross your arms and stare at him from across the space. 

He scratches his head with his pencil and shakes his head. “I can’t recall. Oh, are you busy though?” 

“No, I’m free the rest of the day.” You reply. 

“Excellent, would you be inclined to stay and assist me? I have a number of things I’m working on and would appreciate the extra hands.” 

“Sure. Where can I start?” You push yourself from the counter and take a few steps toward him. 

“Ah yes, I need to organize the specimens in the closet back there … ” he stands and begins to walk toward the back closet, you head that way and reach it before he does. “There were a number of things to do …” 

His voice trails off as you open the door and find a great number of items littering the floor. Boxes, books, papers, and other random items spread about in complete disarray. 

“Oh … I think I remember how I got injured.” He stares over your shoulder and in defeat, you cover your eyes with your hand.

[amariaaa]

Could I request Meliodas getting super jealous/protective over fem s/o because some guys were hitting on her/you (does that make sense?)

Summary: demon+jealousy= someone hurt.

Characters: meliodas

Warnings: cursing.

Authors notes:again another one of my favorite requests. (I have a soft spot for jealousy stories and meliodas).

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Today was a busy day in the boar’s hat. You were on waitress duty along with Elizabeth. Usually this was your daily schedule and you loved it. Especially the hour breaks that you usually use for secret rendezvous acts with your boyfriend and owner of the tavern meliodas.

As you were wiping down the tables of the costumers you heard the bell chime, signaling a new costumer had arrived.

“Welcome to the boarhat tavern, give me a moment and I’ll be right with you” you said as you walked towards the bar.

“Y/n?”

You turned around, only to be flooded with old memories of your friend from your teenage years.

Before you can even speak, meliodas walked over to your friend and patted his shoulder. Seemingly had already developed some type of relationship with you old friend.

“Hey howser” he said in his usual innocent tone.

Howser and you just stared at each other in shock before he engulfs you into a hug. While swinging you every which way as meliodas stared at you both in confusion.

“HOWSER!” You yelled while he was spinning you in the hug.

“Yeah, how have you been y/n. Haven’t saw you in a while”

As you pulled away from the hug, eyeing his muscular physique in the process. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by meliodas.

You began to forget about current work situation as you began to catch up with howser. Meliodas was watching you as you talked to your newly reunited friend for an hour maybe more.

Tiny bits of jealousy swirled around in him at the amount of time you were spending conversing with the holy knight. So he decided to put an end to it for today at least.

“Y/n there’s a costumer who needs your help”

“Sorry, I forgot all about it. Would it be alright if I take my break now?” “I want to catch up more with howser.”

Meliodas looked at you through a forced smile as his eyebrow twitched. “Of course you can”

While your usual break was an hour, the time must’ve ran away from you because by the time you made it back it was 4 hours later. You didn’t even notice the 6 missed calls and 24 text messages from your boyfriend. (Pretend they have phones)

As you walk through the doors you’re greeted by your lover with a scowl on his face. Meliodas quickly grabbed howser by his shirt and threw him back while running after him.

You quickly tried to catch up to no avail, arriving to the scene a little too late. You inspected the scene to see a bruised howser defending (dying) himself against meliodas.

You quickly rushed and grabbed meliodas as he was about to send another blow to howser.

“Let go” his dark tone making your heart drop to your stomach.

“No, what the fuck has gotten into you” as anger rise into your chest.

You deadpanned and berated yourself as you forgot you can use your own power and teleported you and meliodas back to the boarhat.

“Where tf have you been”

“I was just catching up, I told you that already” you nonchalantly brushed him off, trying to peice together what the hell just happened.

Meliodas pulled you against the wall as he stared into your eyes, his anger making one of his eyes turn a purplish black.

“What we’re you doing that was so important that you couldn’t answer your phone?”

You just stared at him in confusion on why he was acting like this. Was it because of work? Did you forget something important today? Was there something important that missed?

As many thoughts consumed your head, your soon snapped out as Meliodas grips your chin making you look him straight in the eye.

“Answer me” his usual voice turned dark and alluring.

“I just forgot to check my phone. Sorry” you spit back as images of your bruised friend scanned in your head.

His other eye flickered from the dark purple back to his beautiful emerald eyes. “It shouldn’t have taken you this long to get here. Will you at least tell me who he is to you?”

Your mind went blank of howser as meliodas words replayed in your head.

You giggled as the realization hits you.

He’s jealous

You smirked at him “ we took the long way from the town” “also i have a question for you”

He looked at you unamused but with a look that prompted you to continued

“Meli are you jealous?” You asked teasingly

One thing you knew is that calling him by that nickname was that it could get you out of any trouble with Meliodas. Tonight that was not the case. You were mad at him and he was currently mad at you.

“Should I be?”

You looked at him with a mixture of hurt and confusion as you turned away.

“Oh” was all you could muster out as you realized the little faith he had in your faithfulness to him.

He looked at you in shocked as if knowing what you’re thinking at that very moment.

You begin walking upstairs as you don’t even spare him a glance. “I didn’t know you trusted me so little”

Meliodas left you alone for the rest of the night, to give the situation a chance to settle. Except today you didn’t come downstairs for work at your usual time. You didn’t check up on him, give him;his usual morning kiss, come to him for advice on what to wear, even after knowing his perverted ways.

It was late in the afternoon as your stomach betrayed you, forcing you to have to leave the room. As you crept downstairs to try to blend in with the crowd, you’re quickly spotted by Meliodas as he took you outside in one quick motion.

You both sat in silence as he just stared at your face.

You had puffy eyes from shedding a few (a lot) of tears last night. You were still in your clothes from the previous day, and your hair was a mess. Judging by your current dirty attire, you had went back to help howser after the argument.

He gently adjusts your clothes while avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry”

You just continued to be silent as he continued.

“I shouldn’t have accused you and you’re right I should’ve had more trust in you”

He cupped your cheek as a few more tears had fallen.

“You’re mines and i trust you completely because we’re together.” “Are we still together?”

You snorted at his question and pulled him into a hug. “One little arguement isn’t going to get rid of me that easily” “although I was hurt, I wasn’t the one who got injured for no reason.

He pulled you down and planted a kiss on your lips “I love you and I’ll apologize and try to find a way to make it up to him later”

You grinned as you decided his punishment would be you not saying it back.

He just rolled his eyes “and by the way I wasn’t jealous, I just missed spending time with you while you were with them”.

[kim-seung-mo]

Can i request #2?

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

♩ fem!reader, most of these are angsty but some of them have happy endings...and my writing style changes like 8 different times...mentions of death and being murdered/tortured

♩♩ word count: 1.9k

♩♩♩ A/N: the fantasy element just sort of disappeared right after chan but we're good :))

wip list here

Chan (the immortal)

You have known him since childhood, and his appearance has remained unchanged since then.

Later you learn that he is immortal.

His appearance will always remain the same, while you will grow up.

You fell in love with him, but you knew you couldn't be together.

You were the princess, and he was your father's advisor.

He taught you about magic, the history of the world, about himself.

You always listened very carefully, you didn't want to forget anything he said.

Then slowly, you grew up.

From looking like his daughter to looking like his sister.

You slowly realized that your feelings for him were more than just feelings for a brother, more than just admiration.

Maybe you loved him, no, you knew you did.

But he rejected your confession.

It's not because he doesn't love you, quite the opposite.

It's because he's in love with you that he's rejecting you.

He couldn't stand the thought of staying the same, yet he had to watch you grow old.

He could not bear the thought of you leaving the world before him, leaving him alone in the world, lonely and isolated.

It's because he loves you that you cannot be together.

He knows that the more he loves you, the more painful it will end up being.

Because you were mortal, and he was not.

Minho (the misunderstood king)

Everyone thinks he's evil, a villain, a tyrant.

He would also disguise himself as being the emotionless, apathetic king.

He thought that this way no one would challenge his power or turn against him.

But in fact, he was a very kind man, and all his choices were made for the sake of his people.

As his queen, you were the only one who recognized this.

Only in front of you will he remove all the pretense and return to the truest of him.

But the way he disguised himself was not accepted by everyone, and there were still many people who wanted to overthrow his dynasty by defying his power.

The knights of "justice" gathered all their partners and came together to defeat him.

When the palace was attacked, he did everything he could to protect you and let you escape through the secret passages in the palace.

"Run away, run away from me, run away to a place where no one knows you and live an ordinary life."

He was the most gentle man in the world, but in the end, he was not understood by anyone.

Changbin (the knight)

The "Knight in love with the princess" is that one cliché trope everyone knows, but what can I say? It suites him well.

He is just so hopelessly in love with you.

He knew he could never let you become his, so he tried to block off his feelings, deciding to protect you in the shadows.

The day he saw you get married was his most painful but happiest day.

You were beautiful in your wedding dress, so beautiful that he simply could not believe that you were real.

But at the same time, the pain in his heart reminds him that you are now someone else's.

You have become the queen of another land, and he is still your knight, your own knight.

He will always stand behind you and guard you when your husband treats you poorly.

He hated that man, who was he to do this to the person who meant the most to him?

He wanted to run away with you, to escape with you to a place away from pain.

But that was just a dream after all.

In the end, you were his queen, and he was still, just your knight.

Hyunjin (the “cruel” prince)

The wicked yet handsome prince stands tall on his throne.

He overlooks everything from above, with evil and desire in his eyes.

No one knows that he was once just a young boy with a dream.

He once had a lover, his only lover.

You were his friend, the person he believed in most, the person he loved.

But they, his father, said you must not be together, that only a princess of high rank would be worthy of his son.

And not a lowly servant like you.

He proposed to elope with you, in the dark and high of the night, the two of you rode on horseback, trying to escape from this miserable place.

But the plan failed, and together you were taken back.

He was confined, and you were thrown into the brig.

You were tortured and forced to admit that you had seduced him, that you had taken the initiative to invite His Royal Highness to elope with you.

So, naturally, as punishment, you were brutally slain by the king in public.

In front of his face.

The innocent and kind prince had to watch his lover die a horrible death under his father.

How his father died suddenly and seriously ill, and how his mother "disappeared", only he knows.

On the cold throne, only the wicked yet handsome prince overlooked everything from above.

Jisung (the shape-shifting animal)

The princess was crying sadly in the woods.

The reason is not known, perhaps because of the insults from her father, or perhaps for some other reason.

She sat sadly on her knees with tear stains all over her face.

The little squirrel reappeared in front of her eyes, with its large tail gently sweeping the princess's cheeks, as if to comfort her, telling her not to cry.

The princess opened her eyes, looking at the cute little squirrel in front of her, revealing the first smile of the day.

Seeing the princess's smile, the little squirrel shifted and transformed into human form.

He knew that as a small squirrel, he was more likely to make the princess smile.

But since the princess is now no longer sad, he wanted to chat with her as a human.

This was a little secret belonging to the two of them. Whenever the princess was sad, the little squirrel was there to keep her company.

Only the little squirrel had another secret, a secret that even the princess did not know.

The little squirrel hoped that he was a real person, a prince would be preferable.

So that he could be open and honest with the princess, so he did not have to be like this, and only be with the princess when she was sad.

He wanted to be with the princess every moment, and share all her worries.

But the reality was, she was the princess, and he was just a little squirrel.

Felix (the secret heir)

You always knew he was your prince.

Even if he was now in a mountain village, holding a plow instead of a staff, riding an ox instead of a horse, you knew it.

He was a prince, your prince.

He had a ring, a golden ring that he seemed to have had since birth.

You believed that to be proof that he was a prince, but he told you not to say anything to anyone.

The day he came of age, you had prepared a big table of food and waited for your prince to return.

But instead you were met by a group of men in armor.

They asked you where Felix was and you were too scared to speak.

Felix, who had just returned from harvesting, saw that you were being threatened and immediately stood in front of you to protect you.

But he was just a thin boy, and the men on the other side were battle-hardened knights.

His golden ring is revealed and hung on his chest.

The men immediately took notice and took him away.

Before he left, he turned back to you and assured you that he would return to take you away.

For years, you waited where you were, waiting for him to return.

Slowly, you've lost track of how long it's been.

Just when you were about to give up waiting, your door was pushed open again.

A man dressed in fine clothes, a crown on his head, holding a scepter belonging to the royal family appeared in the doorway.

He still had the familiar freckles on his face.

It was your Felix who came back to get you.

He put the ring on your finger and took you by the hand as he walked you to the carriage.

"Your prince has come back to fetch you."

Seungmin (the “evil” dragon)

Dragons in fairy tales are always evil and money-hungry.

They always sat on a mountain of gold and silver treasures, guarding a special gem.

At the end of the story, the evil dragon would be killed by a brave prince or knight.

The imprisoned princess would also be saved, and be married to the brave prince or knight.

So when taken by the dragon, you were not afraid at all.

Because you knew that the prince or knight who belongs to you would definitely come to your rescue.

The dragon found you very interesting, seeing how you did not feel afraid at all.

He took human form in order to talk to you, and now you are even more unafraid.

The evil dragon of the legend was actually a beautiful boy.

Later, you no longer looked forward to the prince's rescue. Nor did you want the knight to kill the dragon.

Because you seemed to have fallen in love with this evil dragon.

He was not actually so bad, he was just a little lonely and needed a friend.

He was perhaps more like a puppy than an evil dragon.

This was not a proper fairy tale.

The dragon was not killed in the end, and the princess was not saved.

The prince who came to your rescue was driven away by you and asked to convey your safety to your parents before he left.

At the end of the story, it was actually the princess and the evil dragon who lived happily ever after.

Jeongin (the “antagonist”)

He was evil, a villain, he hurt lots of innocent people, he was your enemy.

That's what you keep telling yourself.

But the memories of the past, that scene after scene kept flashing before your eyes.

Once he was not like this, he was once a simple young boy.

He loved flowers, trees, singing and dancing, and all things beautiful.

Why exactly did it turn out to be like this now?

Was it the cruelty and injustice of the royal family, or the war and evil tyrants?

But who are you to call him evil? To speak of him in this way?

Who was the real evil? You did not know either.

He stood before your eyes, smiling at you. Behind him were countless of your former acquaintances.

"Come to my side, for we are the righteous ones."

Your hand trembled as you gripped your sword, your mind in turmoil.

War can really change a person.

If it had been the old him, you might have stood by his side immediately; after all, he had been your lover.

But at this moment, his eyes, that smile at the corner of his mouth... It was unlike him.

"You've changed..."

"No, we've all changed."

[sukirichi]

dutifully yours. [01]

Attached to the could’ve been’s of a promised happily ever after with the Crown Prince disguised under a scheme for power and greed, you are torn between choosing your happiness — or abandoning it to fulfill your duty as the future Queen.

→ unedited bcos i’m brave lazy. implied patriarchy. angst in future chapters. pure romance and fluff for now. royalty au. eventual smut. prince naoya !! i love him sm i could cry. this fic will break me, okay. naoya is close to canon but with my twist if that makes sense. drama in future chapters. oh and listen to this while reading <3

→ massive shoutout to my besties for always hyping me and helping me uwu, i present this token of prince naoya being an ideal husband okay cry cry i love him sm im crying. anyways pls enjoy bcos i poured my heart out to this and bcos i want more people in the naoya fucker club :>

one | next (to be posted)

Ever since the day your mother taught you how to read, you’ve had your nose buried in a book. Losing yourself in different worlds, swooning over fictional princes, and fantasizing for a love story ripped out of fairytale itself with such burning, passionate romance – you’d been through it all, dreamt of it all. And yet, you struggled to stop yourself from tugging at your dress.

The tight corset hadn’t even been the main focus of your worries, and neither was the heavy rivière resting on your collarbones.

“Would you stop fidgeting?” Beside you, your mother pursed her lips, fingers decorated with jewels stopping in their movements of fanning herself. The temperature hadn’t been particularly high inside the limousine that evening. You supposed it was the mere sight of you tugging and gulping audibly every now and then, gloved hands running over the hems of your collar.

You ducked your head down. “Sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

“Dear, your anxiety is written all over your face,” she sighed, turning your face to her as she cupped your cheeks. Smiling tenderly like a mother always did, your heart felt soothed even by the slightest bit. You wished she could keep holding you like this – like you were a fragile flower she was afraid of breaking; a fragile flower that needed more care handled than most. Tonight, however, you felt a hundred years older. Like you’d accidentally clicked on fast forward and got launched to the future. A future that seemed so unclear yet so...perfect. So right.

“How would the Prince fancy you if you’re sweating bullets like that? It’s not a good look for a marquess’ daughter.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, your heart sank again. “My apologies, Mother. I’m just rather nervous. It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about here.”

“He is quite the looker, isn’t he?” she giggled behind her fan, “Strong and handsome, as well.”

“My ladies. You are not fantasizing over the Crown Prince in my presence, are you?”

Crossing her leg over the other, your mother leaned forwards, elbows on her knees as she winked at your father. The marquess had his torso half twisted from the passenger seat, glaring playfully at your mother’s unabashed features. “It is of no seriousness, My Lord. I’m simply easing your daughter’s nerves.”

Your father sighed in worry. “What’s got you so worked up, child? You are beautiful. The Prince would be blind to not notice you.”

Each fibre in your body screamed in desperation for your father to be right. Tonight was not just any other night – the entire Kingdom, including noblewomen, foreign royals, and unwed daughters from honourable families had been invited to the Zen’in Castle for one purpose only: to find his Crown Prince a suitable wife, one that would be fit to be the next Queen as well. As the daughter of the marquess, you’d naturally received the invitation. It felt just like yesterday when the mail arrived and you’d cheered so much in joy the chickens went flying out of their coops, your horses galloping and whinnying at surprise, and now you here – minutes away from the palace where you were soon to be deemed worthy or unworthy to be beside His Highness.

With a shaky smile, you dug your nails into your thighs. “Well, we’ve only met once, Father. I doubt the Prince would remember me.”

“Just smile, darling. You will do great.”

To no one’s surprise, the Zen’in Castle brimmed with people and esteemed guests. Men and women danced with one another as muted chatters and chuckles blended in with the grand royal orchestra, everyone dressed to the nines and making you feel completely out of place.

The moment you’d been welcomed by the knights and led to the palace doors, your dress began to feel tighter than usual, your ribs clenching uncomfortably from the pressure. Your hands had not stopped trembling either, not even when you hid it behind your back and nodded at the people passing by. There were governor-generals, dukes, earls, professors and royal advisors and even families of the royal family’s inner circle of knights. Everyone looked like they belonged here. Chatting amongst one another over the finest of wines or discussing conspiracies on where the Kingdom of Zen’in would be in the next sixty years of the future King’s reign, no one here seemed to be out of place.

Everyone except you.

A warm hand was suddenly placed on the small of your back, making you gasp. Your mother’s smile was nothing short of warm as she held you close to her one last time, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t even realize how much you shook until she clasped her hands with yours. “Calm down, dear,” she reminded, “You’ll be on your own now. This is where we leave you since we’re not supposed to mingle with potential princesses.”

“Mother!” Your eyes widened in embarrassment. Looking around frantically, you bit your lip in fear someone must’ve heard.

Of course, while it would be no surprise most guests – if not all – hoped that their daughter would be the Crown Prince’s chosen fiancée, it still felt wrong to boldly assume such when you could barely keep up with the events of tonight.

However, your mother merely laughed. “I am proud of you, dear. Never forget that. It doesn’t matter whether you are chosen or not. We’re only here for formality and respect to the King and Queen’s demands.”

“You say that as if the Crown Prince really would not bother with me.”

“We didn’t mean that,” your father cut in, a flute of champagne already nested between his calloused fingers. Ever since you arrived, he’d been snatched away by fellow earls and barons, disappearing into the crowd for a ‘hearty conversation over one’s lands.’ You knew better than that, though. That statement always translated to which leader got to have more chances to wine and dine with the King, to which your family was ridiculously reminded of that you’d been stationed to the most faraway land where even hearing news from the royal papers was but a privilege.

“Just be yourself, alright? And enjoy the party. It’s about time you met with girls your own age and made some friends.”

“I – Father, wait!”

A slender young woman slithered to your side out of nowhere, her golden brown eyes following the silhouettes of your parents. It wasn’t long before they completely disappeared. Left alone with the stunning woman that was – for some reason – dressed in a plain black curve hugging dress too modest for tonight’s appropriateness, you took three steps away in caution. “You must be from way up North,” she noted, her head to the tipped to the side. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

God, was she beautiful. Long, thick eyelashes and short hair chopped in messy yet elegant curves, you struggled to hold her gaze. “Oh, yes, I come from the Terratian Borders. My family is stationed there under His Majesty’s orders.”

She hummed to herself. “The Terratian Borders are mostly forests and fields, no? The last time my family and I visited there, I came across the loveliest dandelions I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame they died on the way back,” offering her hand – again, bare and empty with decorations yet still littered with faint scars and cuts – she beamed at you. “I’m Mai, by the way. Mai Zen’in.”

Zen’in?

Hands cupping your mouth, you bowed deep until your back ached. “Lady Mai!” you shut your eyes closed, unable to live with the shame. Mai Zen’in; one of the iconic twin pair from the extended Zen’in royal family, both a fashion icon and a legend for being a rumoured female knight. To have her in your presence was an honour. “My apologies for not recognizing you any sooner, Lady Mai!”

“Stand up, I’m not a royal,” she sniggered, “We’re just relatives of the actual monarch, but don’t let the family name fool you. The Crown Prince barely even acknowledges us being of the same blood.”

Albeit hesitant, you followed her gestures of making you stand up. You straightened your back and cleared your throat, fighting the urge to go haywire the moment his name was brought into the conversation. Not only would you be seeing Prince Naoya again in real life for the first time in years, but you’d also made acquaintances with his distant niece. However, his name was spoken with malice.

Frowning, you faced Lady Mai in all seriousness. “Prince Naoya? Why so?” Lady Mai looked at you like you’d grown two heads.

“He’s an ass, that’s why.”

“I-I don’t think he is,” you defended, “The Prince has been nothing but kind to me.”

“I didn’t know he was capable of kindness,” she muttered more so under her breath, low enough you were unsure whether you were supposed to hear it in the first place. Lady Mai then shook her head to herself before stealing a flute from a waiter passing by. Chucking it your way, her face turned dark and grim. “Take it as free advice: stay as far away from his as possible. The Crown Prince is nothing but good news.”

“Is it because he has lots of lovers?” you inquired with a small voice, “Uhm – well – It was an assumption. With a title and handsomeness like that, it would make sense everyone would want to be the Crown Prince’s lover.”

Lady Mai’s lip curled upwards. “Prince Naoya won’t bother with lovers. He is too occupied for that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Heard from whom?”

“The Royal Declaration from His Majesty himself,” you said, “Was it not the purpose of this ball? To find worthy candidates to be the Crown Prince’s betrothed? His coronation is coming soon.”

“Right. I forgot today was technically a bridal market,” she scratched the edge of her brow, falling silent for a moment. Her eyes scanned the lively crowd for a brief moment – watching with you as everyone laughed and danced to their heart’s content – the grand final event of the routine personal dance with the Crown Prince himself slowly approaching to reality. “You are joining in the festivities, are you not? Later, when he arrives, he shall meet you.”

“I am obligated to as a noble bachelorette, though I doubt His Highness would even look my way. There are far richer noblewomen here and even daughters of duke that would be perfect as his wife. ”

“You may have a point for that,” she hummed to herself, unaware that her agreement to the Crown Prince not paying attention to you left a sting both in your ego and heart. Not that it lasted long, for Lady Mai was already tugged on the arm by another equally fiercely beautiful woman – her older twin, Maki Zen’in. Soon to be governon-general of the Kingdom.

Lady Mai smiled in apology. “I need to go now since I’m not a part of this event. But hey, if ever I come around to visit the Borders again, perhaps you could entertain me?”

“I would be honoured to, Lady Mai.”

“You are sweet and innocent,” it was her sister who spoke this time, glasses perched high on her nose that concealed the wariness of her gaze. “I hope the Crown Prince never gets to your routine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing; she was talking to herself. Maki does that a lot,” Lady Mai’s forced chuckles were barely heard from the music. “You enjoy the party now. Don’t drink too much lest you want to embarrass yourself in everyone’s eyes and be talk of the Kingdom. Prince Naoya would hate it if you took the attention away from him.”

“Oh, uhm...”

“It’s a joke, Lady Y/N. Relax.”

You bowed once more. “My apologies.”

“The dance is about to begin,” Maki tapped on your shoulder, making you look up right where her eyes zeroed in. And exactly in the middle of the grandiose hall, under the sparkling golden chandeliers where he made all the gold in the world look incomparable next to him, the Crown Prince stood in his fully glory. Blond hair with the ends stained of midnight gelled back to reveal his forehead, the Crown Prince’s beauty never failed to shine. Whether it be in the papers, in the tabloids, in the billboards that you passed on the way to the city, or from way back when you met him for the first time as a naive, innocent teen – Crown Prince Naoya came straight out of a magazine cover.

In the back of your head, you could hear either of the twins murmuring good luck. Maybe both of them had said it – you had no idea. All of your attention, all the sensibility and coherence of your state had been switched the next instant, as if your heart and soul was born for the sole purpose of being bewitched by your Crown Prince.

And as if feeling someone’s gaze on him, the Crown Prince’s eyes trailed over the crowd. Almost boredly, his sharp eyes bounced from one giggling woman to another, the ends of his lips smirking upwards for just the tiniest bit. It must’ve stroked his ego. Until his eyes connected with yours. The Crown Prince’s eyebrows knitted together. You had no idea how you looked in that moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because the Crown Prince was looking at you, and you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes along with your heart pulsing at the tip of your tongue.

“Let us begin,” his lips moved from the distance, “Play the music. I shall dance with my bride.”

The air shifted in a split second. Murmurs were thrown over the room, women and men alike turning pale. Even the orchestra was stunned from the Crown Prince’s entrance – and it hadn’t even been dramatic to his standards – yet the whole castle fell mum from just a few of his words. A few seconds later, the crowd recomposed itself, and the strings began to dance along with its bows.

You are pushed into the crowd. Nearly colliding into the arms of another, you quietly thank the masked man who was to be your first partner of the night.

All the men joining the dance floor dressed with the intention of making the Crown Prince shine. Prince Naoya stood out from the throng of white as per the colour code, his blood red uniform as both Prince with the  golden crest of the military leader pinned to his right breast. The other men meant to be filler partners until all the potential brides got to their designated three minutes with the Prince were all dressed in black, faces covered behind a plain black mask. None were allowed to talk. None were allowed to utter even a word, and so your partner pursed his lips in displeasure at your apology.

Whatever. You just had to wait a few more rounds before the song finished and transitioned into a new one; the song where you’d been informed would be your time alone with the Prince.

You’d been so lost in your head you barely breathed the entire dance. From partner to partner, you blanked. Your heart drummed so wildly in its cage it begged to come out, and strings of apologies were let out each time your masked partners grimaced for a brief second when their hands came in contact with your sweaty ones. Around you, all the lovely women smiled and danced graciously, mouths moving in unreadable conversations shared with the Crown Prince. Not once did you look at the six partners you’ve danced with. Not once did you worry about tripping on your own feet. Not once did you care that some of the masked men held you a little too roughly for your comfort. Your entire reason for existing in that moment was to witness the Crown Prince himself, mirroring his frown that got deeper and deeper with each woman retreating to the sea of people he’d rejected.

Not once did you even think about being one of them – the girls who’ve ducked their heads down as their parents comforted them over not being the chosen one, of bringing ‘dishonour’ to their families that the mighty Crown Prince had deemed them unworthy. Tears streamed down their faces until black ink followed afterwards, lips trembling from silent sobs.

Despite their broken prides – although there was that minority who simply sighed in relief after returning to their own families – no one would dare interrupt the Crown Prince’s dances.

All of these thoughts crossed your mind too late and at the exact time your masked partner pulled away from you, body half bent in a bow with his arm outstretched to the side. Following where he was gesturing at, your eyes met the Crown Prince’s tall and lean stature, a few blond fringes now fallen from his movements.

Even though a thin layer of sweat shone from his face, Prince Naoya remained ethereal.

And like a snake charmed by the musician’s seductive tone, your feet moved on its own. Fingers stretching until it met with the Crown Prince’s large and warm ones, you were now in front of him. With him. Holding him, touching him, meeting him eye for eye and realizing – gold. His eyes burned a deep shade of gold, elegantly rich and heartbreakingly stunning your heart ached.

Before you knew it, your hands began to tremble, feeling as if your body had been corded into a corset three sizes smaller. You could not breathe, and the Crown Prince took notice.

“You are stiff. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Good Saint. If only possible, you would’ve closed your eyes and basked in the deep warmth of his voice. It reverberated from deep within, breathed out with an air of natural authority and profound confidence it made your knees weak. As if sensing his effect on you (though for the wrong reasons, it seemed), Prince Naoya hummed to himself. “This routine shall last for a few minutes before I can let you go, I’m afraid.”

You instantly realized the implications of your silence. “N-not at all, Your Highness! I am honoured to be dancing with you.”

“There is no honour in a choreographed dance. Everyone will dance with me. It’s nothing special.”

Your heart fell. Prince Naoya not only sounded dejected, but detached as well. As if he found no pleasure or specialty in this event, at a time where he had every opportunity to meet his lover, and that this ball was merely a task to be checked off in his already long list of responsibilities. It wasn’t disappointment, per se, but rather melancholy that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Not because Prince Naoya held little to no regards for something you treasured, but because he sounded terribly alone. Like he was simply waiting for it to end out of discomfort.

“It’s special to me, Your Highness,” you blurted out faster than you could stop yourself. For a moment, you feared you may have offended him, but the Crown Prince only laughs.

And when he did – saint, when he laughed – his eyes crinkled into half moons, pearly whites flashing against the bright lights and his whole chest shook with amusement.

You’d never seen him smile this way before.

Prince Naoya’s laughter didn’t cease. Around you, your gut instincts told that people were now beginning to look; the Crown Prince’s deep rumbles of laughter sounded exquisitely like music as well, after all. “ Is it special to you because you are now dancing and within the Crown Prince’s proximity? As much as I presume how exhilarating it might be for those who mostly see me in the papers and in the tabloids, I assure you, dancing with your Prince is not an honour. Especially when you are all sent the invitations based on your status and not your worthy traits.”

“It’s special to me,” you mumbled, growing shy all of a sudden when the Crown Prince nodded at you to continue. “Because...because it reminds me of the first time we met.”

The Crown Prince hummed in amusement.

“We have met before?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m from the Terratian Borders – my father is a loyal servant of His Majesty. You visited the borders when you were eighteen and I was sixteen. Do you remember it, Your Highness? You stormed in my private library.”

Indeed, the young barely-out-of-his-teens Crown Prince barged into your home’s library years ago. You were not previously informed he and his parents would be visiting since they arrived wordlessly, so you were stuck in your chambers as usual, killing time if not for sleeping and tending to the animals. Perched on a ladder, you attempted to reach for a book on the upper shelf when your foot slipped beneath you. At the age of sixteen, you were dramatic enough to say your life flashed before your eyes. You would’ve screamed then had strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, the Crown Prince staring at you with wide, golden eyes as they were now, his breathy rasped as he asked, are you okay, my lady?

The mere recollection of that fateful memory had your cheeks warming in delight. “You were so charming and heroic back then. Even when I had no idea you were a royal, I would have still believed you to be princely,” you said rather absentmindedly, blinking once then twice at your words. “Of course, it’s understandable if you do not remember, Your Highness!”

“My apologies. I do not remember, though Terratia is a wonderful place. Such a shame I was not informed beforehand they had a lovely daughter.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you cheered back, cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from how wide you were smiling. But could anyone blame you? You felt absolutely silly that you were a breath away from passing out minutes ago, and now here you were, dancing with the Crown Prince and sharing memories with him like it was a daily occurrence. The words it’s true love when you feel at peace with them suddenly rang back at your head from that latest romance novel you read, and you turned away, hoping the Crown Prince would not read your thoughts to your face. However, Prince Naoya’s lips pursed into a thin line, all traces of humour now disappeared. “I’m sorry – should I not have laughed?”

“No, I don’t mind,” he mused with his jaw locked tight, “I just haven’t seen anyone react that way before.”

“Like what?”

“Like my words meant the entire universe to them. I may dare even say you look terribly in love, though I cannot blame you on that one, can I?”

Prince Naoya shook his head the minute the words left his mouth. Forcing himself to believe it couldn’t be real, perhaps, you truly did not know anymore. Your only plan for tonight was to see the Crown Prince and get to live out your dream of seeing him once more even for just a brief moment before you travelled back home while he married another, and yet – “Your Highness, I’m in love with you. I have always been since the day we met.”

You could no longer stop the words. The voice at the back of your head begged you to shut up and not cause a scene, that your time had passed up and people were staring, yet you remained in his arms no matter how much you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Please do not misunderstand me, Your Highness. I did not come here to attempt to steal your heart and be your wife, though I will admit I have dreamt of meeting you again for so many moons. I...I only want to tell you this. That I love you and even though it was a brief moment, I think the love I’ve always read about felt real and possible for the first time in my life,” chuckling nervously, you gather to courage to face him, adoration shining for the Crown Prince stood shock still before you, however stunned he may be. “I love you, Your Highness. I love you. And to whoever lucky woman you choose to be your betrothed, I hope she takes care of you and showers you with all the affection you are deserving of. You would make a great King. So God help his Crown Prince, and may you lead us all into a better world.”

Prince Naoya did not budge a muscle. His eyes remained hard on yours, breath warm as his nostrils fumed. With each passing second that he did not speak, you grew restless and tugged your arm away from his hold with a disgraceful smile.

You’d truly crossed your line. The repercussions to be faced for this impoliteness would destroy your family’s honour. You had to leave. “Your Highness? The song has changed. It’s time to let go—”

The Crown Prince inched close enough until his hair tickled your cheeks, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you close, close enough that your lower bodies touched. Skin ablaze with heat, you dared not move an inch. “Do you mean it?” he demanded lowly, his fingers ghosting over your wrist to hold you in place. “Do you truly love me? Not for what I have, not for who I was born to be, but me as a person itself?”

Closing your eyes to shudder in a deep breath, you exhaled. “Of course, Your Highness. Even if you were not born as a Prince, I’m sure I would’ve still loved you in a different universe.”

“But I do not know you.”

“We don’t have to know each other, Your Highness, and we never will. Once you let me go, I’ll return to the shadows where I belong, and I will continue supporting you until the day of your coronation.”

“And if I refuse to let you go?” he clicked his tongue, “What will you do then?”

The Crown Prince’s spicy perfume must be an aphrodisiac or hypnotizer of sorts. Everything he did messed with your mind that it was too late – the music had stopped and people were no longer drinking or chatting. Everyone’s eyes were on you and the Crown Prince. You could only imagine how controversial this position must be; with his lips trailing dangerously close to that sensitive spot in your neck where you nearly moaned. You really needed to leave.

“P-people are looking, Your Highness. You do not want this affair with someone you won’t choose—”

“Who said I won’t choose you?” Finally, he pulled away. But Prince Naoya never once tore his gaze away from yours, nor did he allow you to look at anyone but him as he caresses your jaw so light and feathery you wondered if he was truly there.“Who said I haven’t laid my eyes on you the moment you walked in here? This ball is for naught because of you, Lady Y/N. I’ve already made my choice, and you helped me confirm it as soon as you danced with me.”

“Your Highness...”

“Look at me,” he ordered, your eyes flitting from his pinkish lips to his sharp nose and then to his fox-like gaze. Only this time, Prince Naoya was no longer harsh. “Don’t be scared.”

“But they’re looking.”

“You are with me, of course they’ll look,” he teased, “They wish to be you right now. But ignore them and dance one more time with me.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, but did it matter? One nod from him was all it took before the orchestra fumbled back to their spots and a new song played, Ode of Moonlight Lovers, and the Crown Prince was guiding you back to where he had originally danced with you.

From the corners of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your parents with their mouths gaped open; your father looking like he was on the verge of passing out. However, you felt nothing but joy, nothing but the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he danced and twirled you in his arms. When the music stopped and you were both panting for air with silly smiles on your face, it dawned on you that you were with the Prince. No, rather, it was only you and the Prince alone. Even in the sea of people whose faces began to blur, he prevailed crystal clear.

You could recognize him anywhere, find him everywhere.

Prince Naoya stepped impossibly closer until your chests touched, hearts beating as one. Cupping your jaw, he was near enough that he swallowed all your shaky breaths with a small, teasing smile like you both shared a secret the entire world could not know.

“Do I still make you nervous?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“It’s beloved now,” he corrected, face inching closer and closer to a point you could count the number of his lower lashes. “And what do lovers do to seal their union?”

“M-Marriage?”

“Close, but this is much better.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would have a love story ripped out straight from a fairytale, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were no Cinderella, nor were you a goddess of beauty that could’ve possibly caught the Crown Prince’s eye. Yet, his soft lips were on yours, kissing you with as much passion you could only dream of that you cried.

Strong hands guiding the back of your waist, Prince Naoya dipped you lower to the ground – the grand of finish of his dance. He had chosen his bride.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced all around you, making you smile into the kiss. Fisting his collar to bring him closer to yours, your mouth burst into metaphorical fireworks as soon as his tongue mingled with yours for an experimental taste. He was bitter yet sweet; expensive wine resting on his tongue, yet a delicate vanilla sat heavily on his soft lips that molded with yours. It was a taste you could spend forever being addicted on. And you were crying, crying so much your chest ached and the Prince’s cheeks grew damp from yours. You’d dreamt of this for so long, too long now.

Prince Naoya slowly pulled you away, his thumb wiping the tears away from the pads of your cheeks with tenderness in his touch. However, the Prince was not satisfied. The crowd whooped as he leant down to kiss your forehead. “You are mine now, my princess.”

Looping his hands with yours, the Crown Prince led you out of the castle. The crowd parted naturally to make way for the new couple, and you were left staring at his broad back and the tuft of blond hair where you’d soon find out how soft it would be. Sending one last glance to your crying parents, you waved goodbye. You had no idea where the Crown Prince would take you but you were already bunching your dress up, heart completely filled with trust you did not question it. What mattered tonight and for the rest of your life was that it felt right. That it was him – your beloved Prince Naoya Zen’in and soon to be husband – that you’d follow through the moon and back.