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joudeq · 2 months ago

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nanami x reader

~cowardly knight

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knight! nanami x princess! fem! user

tags : royalty au / angsty / minimal fluff / no smut / nanami is a hot knight / princess user

a/n : guys im srsly thinking ab posting on ao3 but jm so nervous.. if anything itd definitely be this trope bc its one of my all time faves, anyways enjoy this oneshot !

context : after a long day, you and nanami take a midnight stroll in the castle gardens, and you cant help but wonder if he reciprocates your feelings

lmk what u think about this!

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As a princess, every movement, every word, every decision was watched, judged, and scrutinized by the kingdom. The crown, though beautiful, was heavy. You wore it not just on your head, but on your very soul. The royal duties, the endless appearances, the constant expectations—all weighed on you like an invisible cloak you couldn’t shake off.

But there were moments when you could escape. Moments when the pressure of the palace walls seemed to fade, if only for a while. The castle gardens were your sanctuary. In the quiet of the night, the sounds of rustling leaves and the scent of blooming flowers were the only things that filled the air. Here, you could breathe freely, if only for a brief moment, and feel the freedom that life outside the castle might offer.

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a pale, silvery glow across the castle gardens. The night air is crisp, cool enough to make you pull your cloak tighter, but not biting enough to truly discomfort you. The world feels still, as if the very night has paused for a breath.

Nanami walks just behind you, always at a slight distance, never too far to be out of reach, but not close enough to invade your space. He is your knight—his place is always by your side, ever watchful, ever vigilant. No matter where you go, no matter the time, his duty is to accompany you, to protect you. Even now, in the stillness of the garden, he remains close, his every movement calculated, his attention unwavering.

“Such a peaceful night,” Nanami remarks, his voice steady, as calm and composed as ever. He glances at you briefly, his tone softening just slightly. “It’s rare to have a moment like this.”

You don’t answer immediately, lost in the beauty of the night sky above. But as the wind picks up, you feel a chill run through your body. You try to ignore it, hoping it will pass, but the breeze is relentless. Another shiver shakes you, more noticeable now.

Nanami notices it immediately. Of course, he does. He’s always watching, always aware of the smallest details. He steps forward, closing the distance between you, his pace steady but purposeful. Without a word, he pulls his cloak from his shoulders and gently drapes it around you. The heavy fabric envelops you, its warmth immediately a comfort against the cold that’s settled in your bones.

His hands linger just for a moment as he adjusts the cloak, ensuring you’re covered. His touch is brief, professional, but there’s something in the way he does it that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You shouldn’t be cold,” he says, his voice steady and calm. “It’s my duty to make sure you’re safe, Your Highness.”

His words are like they always are—impersonal, duty-bound. But there’s an undercurrent to them, something softer, something more that he doesn’t allow himself to express. He doesn’t meet your gaze, his attention once more turning to the path ahead. But you can feel the shift, the subtle way his focus remains on you even though he tries to hide it.

Nanami is your knight. His duty is clear. To serve. To protect. To remain by your side no matter what. Even if his heart wants to do more, he must push those feelings away. He can’t let them show. He can’t afford to. It’s easier this way.

But the longer he’s near you, the harder it becomes to ignore the way he feels. The warmth of your presence, the quiet moments when you’re just together, these moments are starting to blur the lines between what is duty and what he’s beginning to crave.

He clears his throat softly, trying to rid himself of the distraction. “Are you warm enough now?”

His eyes glance briefly over to you, still not meeting your gaze directly, but there’s something in his expression that isn’t quite as composed as usual. A softness that betrays the discipline he works so hard to maintain.

You pull the cloak tighter around your shoulders, feeling the warmth of the fabric seeping into your skin. You can still feel the heat of Nanami's hands, the brief moment they lingered on your shoulders. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you glance over at him.

"Thank you, Nanami," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper in the still night air. "You always take such good care of me."

Your eyes meet his for a moment, and you think your knees might buckle under his intense gaze.

"I'm warm now," you assure him, turning back to the path ahead. You keep walking, your footsteps falling in time with his. The silence between you is comfortable, easy, even if the air feels charged with a tension you can't quite name.

"Do you ever wish..." you start, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Do you ever wish things could be different? That we could just be Nanami and (name), not what our duties force us to be?”

Nanami's brow furrows slightly at your question, a rare display of emotion crossing his features. He's silent for a long moment, considering your words carefully. When he speaks, his voice is low and measured, as if choosing each word deliberately.

"Things are as they are, Princess," he says finally, his tone gentle but firm. "My duty, my purpose, is to serve you. As the princess, your role is to lead our kingdom, to be a beacon of hope and inspiration for all of our people."

He pauses, and for a brief instant, you think you see a flicker of longing in his eyes. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the steadfast resolve you've come to expect from your loyal knight.

"But in moments like these," he continues softly, "when the world around us is still and quiet, and the weight of our duties feels a bit lighter... I suppose I do allow myself to imagine what it might be like. To be free of the expectations, the titles, the constant vigilance..."

You listen intently to Nanami's words, your heart aching at the rare glimpse of vulnerability he's allowing himself to show. You know how difficult it is for him to open up like this, to step even momentarily outside of his role as your stoic, unyielding protector.

Impulsively, you reach out and place your hand over his on the sleeve of his cloak, giving it a gentle squeeze. The fabric is rough beneath your fingers, but you can feel the firmness of the muscle underneath. You look up at him, your hair falling over your shoulders as you meet his gaze.

"Nanami," you say softly, your voice filled with a tenderness you rarely allow yourself to express. "You are so much more than just my knight. You're my friend, my confidant, my..."

Your voice trails off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. Nanami's eyes widen slightly at your impassioned declaration, and for a breathless moment, you think he might say something more. Something that would change everything between you. But the moment passes, and he simply nods, his jaw tightening as he looks away.

"Your Highness... you are too kind to say so," he says, his voice carefully neutral once more. "I am honored to serve as both your knight and your friend."

But your heart sinks a little as you hear his words, a flicker of disappointment passing through you. You know he's holding back, keeping himself in check just as he always does. As much as his loyalty and dedication mean the world to you, a part of you yearns to see the real Nanami. The man beneath the armor, the heart behind the stoic exterior.

You take a step closer to him, your voice softening to a whisper. "Nanami, please... You don't have to always put up this front with me. Not when we're like this, not just the two of us. Alone."

Nanami's breath catches in his throat at your words, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He's not used to such open vulnerability from you, such a direct acknowledgment of the man behind the knight. For a long moment, he simply stares at you, his gaze searching yours, as if trying to discern the sincerity behind your words.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reaches up and gently cups your cheek with his calloused hand. His thumb brushes lightly over your soft skin, a tender gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. His touch is warm, comforting, and yet there's an undercurrent of tension, a restrained energy that hints at the strength and power always lurking just beneath the surface.

"You see more than most, Princess," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion he rarely allows himself to express. "More than I often give you credit for." He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

He leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the faint, masculine scent of him. His other hand comes up to rest on your hip, his fingers curling into the fabric of your dress. His grip is firm, and yet somehow gentle.

"Very well, Princess," he whispers, his breath mingling with yours. "I live to serve you."

Nanami's eyes flick down to your lips, lingering there for a long moment. The air between you feels charged, electric, heavy with a tension you've never experienced before. Your heart pounds in your chest, a staccato rhythm that echoes in your ears. You know you should pull away, put some distance between your bodies, but you find yourself rooted to the spot, transfixed by the intensity of his gaze.

Giving you every opportunity to back away, Nanami leans in closer. His lips hover just a hair's breadth from yours, close enough that you can feel the whisper of his breath against your skin. Your eyelids flutter closed, your breath catching in your throat as you wait, anticipation coiling tightly in your belly.

Just before your lips meet, a sudden gust of wind rushes through the garden, sending your hair whipping around your face and breaking the spell. The moment shatters, and he jerks back as if burned, his eyes flying open.

"Princess, I..." he starts, his voice rough and strained. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Forgive me, I... I shouldn't have-... I let my desires cloud my judgment. It's not right for me to impose such familiarity upon you, Your Highness."

Your heart races as you blink up at Nanami, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. "Oh... I- I see." You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. "It's alright, Nanami. I..." You trail off, at a loss for words, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment that just transpired between you.

Nanami takes a step back, putting some much-needed distance between your bodies. He bows his head, his blonde hair falling forward to hide his expression as he struggles to regain his composure. When he speaks again, his voice is carefully controlled, devoid of the raw emotion from moments before.

"It's late, Your Highness. We should head back inside the castle," he says, his tone apologetic yet firm. "The night grows cold, and it's not safe for you to be out in the garden any longer."

He extends his hand towards you, a silent invitation to take his arm. His eyes meet yours, and there's a flicker of something in their steely depths - a mix of concern, regret, and a lingering heat that he can't quite extinguish.

“Please, allow me to escort you back inside," he says softly, his voice a gentle plea. "Your chambers are waiting, and you need your rest."

You frown, your lips turning downwards as you look away from him, your hair falling like a curtain to hide your disappointment. You cross my arms over your chest, the silk robe slipping off of your shoulder, exposing your skin to the ruthless wind.

"I'm not a child, Nanami," You say, your voice tinged with a hint of petulance and barely concealed hurt. "I can walk myself back to my chambers just fine."

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you read too much into his gentle touches and heated looks. Maybe he doesn't feel the same way you do...

Nanami's eyes widen at the petulant tone in your voice, a flicker of surprise and concern crossing his handsome features. He reaches out to steady you as you cross your arms, his hand coming to rest on your bare shoulder. The coolness of the night air is a sharp contrast to the warmth of his touch, making you shiver.

"Princess, I never said you were a child," he says, his voice gentling as he tries to soothe your hurt. "Forgive me if I offended you with my words. That was not my intent."

His thumb brushes lightly over your shoulder, a comforting gesture that belies the tension in his stance. He looks down at you, his gaze searching yours.

"I merely wish to do what is best for you, Your Highness. Your safety, your well-being... they are everything to me." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, his voice lowering to a softer tone. "But more than that, I want to protect your heart. To shield you from the pain and heartache that can come with... with complicated feelings."

"Let me go."

"Your majesty-"

"That was an order."

"...As you wish, Princess."

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whimsyfaes · 8 months ago

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Caged Songbird

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader

Details: smut, (reader mid to late 20s), psychiatrist patient relationship, praising, dirty talk, light asphyxiation, mentions of gore, inappropriate use of the violin's bow, clothed sex

Insight: You have been seeing Dr. Lecter for the past couple of months, finding his process to be very sufficient. You are a talented violinist, causing Hannibal to be very intrigued by you. He asks for you to play him a song during one of your visits, and things take a dark interesting turn.

Your slender fingers grasp the violin's bow in an elegant manner, not only years of practice under your belt but of pure artistry. It has always called to you naturally, like a bird drawn to a soft melody. You can feel those golden eyes burn into your frame as you continue your serenade, your body moving with the vibrating cords in a trance-like state. Your psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, suggested you share your passion with him to get a better feeling of you. And perhaps, to share a common interest.

It was no secret that Hannibal dabbled in the arts of the world, his evidence littered everywhere in the dark lit room of his office. Multiple sketches of architecture and the human body covered his polished wooden desk, various books on the subject placed here and there. When you mentioned you played the violin, his eyes twinkled with intrigue, and so your conversation from your past experiences extinguished like a flame.

" Why don't you bring your violin to our session for next time? Such talent cannot go to waste. "

Your heart fluttered in your chest from his proposal, a finger lifting to push a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

" It would be a pleasure, Dr. Lecter. "

There was no denying you were feeling adoration for this man, in fact it has been brewing since the first couple of visits you have seen him. There was something intoxicating about Hannibal, as if he were wearing a porcelain mask of demure that was waiting to be cracked.

And, you felt safe with him.

Oh poor naive girl.

As you continue to play your instrument, Hannibal's eyes trailed to the movement of your wrist with the violin's bow. So sharp, composed, and in control. Oh how he longed to snatch that away from you.

You were in the wolf's den now, though you were unaware of your fate just yet. He began to imagine how your body would look sprawled and open, your veins the same manner of your violin, and how he would play with you like how a true violinist should. You would be a masterpiece. But alas, he could never commit to such a devious thing. He wanted to keep you locked in a cage, like a songbird.

He sighed in content while sipping on his wine, head lolling back to bask in the sound of your enchantment. A soft purr escaped his lips, but was muted by your composing, his darkening eyes bringing to your attention once again as you finish the last piece of the tune.

" Absolutely exquisite, mon amour. "

Your cheeks blush brightly from the pet name, head bowing down as if you had just performed in front of an entire audience in thanks.

" You truly think so, Dr. Lecter? I -... It's been a while since I have practiced. "

It was as if your words had struck a cord in him, his pupils dilating while bringing a hand outward in your direction. He was beckoning you towards him, the lamb trotting into the slaughter.

" Come here .. "

It was such a soft command, but held so much weight in desire. In your heart you knew this was wrong, a psychiatrist should not have relations like this with a patient. Let alone, one so tender as yourself. But all rational thinking went out the window and flew into the wind, your body moving towards him with curiosity. You grasped your violin to your small chest in comfort, doe eyes glancing towards his predator ones in anticipation.

" When I watch you, do you know what I see? "

You shake your head lightly, pearl teeth moving to bite upon your plush bottom lip.

" I see the gentleness of your wrist moving elegantly in stride with your bow, a commander of a ship in a coming storm. " He lifts a hand to grasp upon your wrist then, a calloused thumb brushing tenderly on your bone under the flesh there.

" You have the ultimate control, the violin being your canvas, your hand the brush. "

You could barely breathe as he leans inward to whisper hotly into your ear, as if there were spying meddlers listening in.

" But little dove, I would like to be the one in control now. "

He could hear your heart beating wildly against your chest, lips moving to ghost along the shell of your ear as he closed his eyes wantonly. Hannibal had snared you in his trap, catching you off guard as you breathe heavily past parted lips. You were not able to escape now, a bird flapping wildly in her gilded cage. But....deep in your heart, you didn't want to.

You wanted to be plucked, bit by bit.

Hannibal pulls back to look into your eyes for confirmation, the back of his hand lifting to trail along your jawline affectionately. You tilt against his hand with fluttering lashes, your eyes lifting to directly stare into the depths of hell itself.

" .... Yes.. "

That was all that was needed, his soft lips colliding into yours in a hungry groan. His once professional composure now melting against your mouth, hands cupping your face as he dives into your wanton crevice with his skilled tongue. You whimper from the sudden intrusion, brows knitting together while lifting your free hand to tangle through his well kept locks. They start to lose their form, falling now freely across his closed eyes as he devours you with starvation for innocence. Hannibal pulls back to breathe against your lips for a split second, not wasting any time to move against your jugular with hot kisses.

" D-...Dr...Lecter... " You moan so sweetly, his hand wrapping around your throat in a sign of control. Not tightly, but firm enough to have you swallow thickly against his palm with glossy eyes.

" Hannibal ... " He commands you say his name, for the gates have been flooded open to let yourself go into him. You needed to be guided, your head nodding obediently with a hot moan.

" -.... Hannibal, please ... " What you were begging for, you could not tell. Anything, everything that belonged to him you supposed. His intoxicating lips formed into a devilish grin, those teeth like fangs of a snake about to indulge in his feast.

His hands removed from your flushed face, lifting your small form to sit upon his desk gently with your back against it's surface. You could hear the crumple of paper beneath you, legs naturally spreading while you clung onto your violin for dear life. He took notice of this, chuckling darkly before removing the instrument from your grasp.

" I wish to see you, all of you... "

You felt bare as soon as the instrument was taken away from you, hands moving to fold across your chest shyly. How achingly sweet you looked to him, his smile never faltering as he moved your hands away as well.

" You have nothing to be shy of, little dove... "

Firm but tender hands began to knead your clothed breasts in circular motions, your back arching with a soft gasp from the sensitivity. It has been a while since anyone has touched you here, but you did not think you could feel this much desire for somebody. You didn't want him to let go, your own hand reaching to grasp his wrist tightly. His disheveled hair falls across his face as he looks downward at your body in awe, fingers moving to quickly unbutton the front of your white summer dress.

Yes, white.. the color of innocence in a dark chamber. You were the last light to be flushed out.

You swear you could hear a slight gasp escape his lips as he unveils your tender bust, nipples already hardened as stone from his actions.

" So beautiful... " He moans heatedly, leaning forward to wrap his lips around a peaked nub. You gasp loudly before bringing a hand to place on the back of his head lovingly, arching into his mouth with earnest. He feels so divine, so warm against your reactive skin that you could shiver in delight. Hannibal groans against your flesh, tongue circling in swift motions before suckling firmly. You can tell he's getting heated as well, his arms moving to shuffle out of his elegant suit coat. It pools around him on the floor with a silk thud, his fingers rolling up his black button-up shirt while continuing to assault your breast.

" Please .... I.. - " You cannot form what you truly want to express, his mouth retracting with a lewd pop before bringing his dark eyes to yours.

" Tell me, mon amour... What do you want? "

Your foot reaches downward to brush along his tented groin with a gasp, the action being your answer to his desired question. How much he wants to rut against it, to spend his seed and stain those trousers but no... he would not let it release this easily. His hand moves to wrap around your throat tightly, lips ghosting along yours while breathing heavily against you.

" Use your words... What do you want? Do you want my cock, little dove? "

You swallow thickly against him while gasping for air, tears beginning to drip in the corner of your lust glossed eyes.

" I -... I want your cock, Hannibal... Please.. "

Oh how adorable you looked underneath him, so wanton and so willing to succumb to his pleasure. The sound of you saying such a lewd word from your innocent mouth made his skin crawl, his fingers loosening around your throat with a satisfied purr.

" Good girl... "

Hannibal pulls away to start unbuckling his trousers, the lack of his warmth causing you to whine a bit in frustration. He takes note of this with a raised brow and a deep chuckle, the sound of metal hitting the floor making your stomach flutter in anticipation. His trousers soon pool around his ankles, followed by his black boxer briefs to expose his hardened steel of flesh between his hand. He was large, thick with a slight curve and you could feel yourself salivating for it's taste.

" Let me taste... " You mumble in a haze of lust, your body lifting into a sitting position on the desk while fumbling forward. His other hand reaches up to guide the back of your head towards his throbbing member, a thumb moving to pull gently downward on your bottom lip.

" Open up, little dove... " Your mouth opens on his command, tongue darting out in readiness as his tip grazes along the hot wet flesh. He groans loudly with a tilt of his head, his other hand guiding his length to push past your swollen kissed lips.

" That's it.. take my cock ... "

You can feel your lips stretching around his flesh almost uncomfortably, brows knitting in concentration as you reach upward to hold onto his thighs for support. He has your hair in a vice grip with a twist of his wrist, your eyes flashing upward to gaze into his blown out pupils lovingly.

" Such a good girl, so open for me... "

He can't hold back another moan as it slides in deeper, your tongue resting against it's base while hollowing your cheeks in a suctioning motion. You are not unfamiliar with the act of sex, having had partners in the past for experience. But with him, you feel like a virgin, eager to please but fearful of his masculine nature. Though, you feel so good around his cock, like it was meant just for you, his thrusting beginning to quicken while he tightens his hold on your hair.

" Hollow your cheeks more - ... yes, like that ... fuck ... "

It was bizarre to hear such a word release from his usual professional demeanor, but it caused your heart to jump in excitement, your head bobbing in a faster pace while moaning around his thick wet member. You can feel he is losing more control, thighs trembling under your fingers, his chest rising and falling in a fast pace rhythm. Before you can even make another twist of your head, he removes you with a loud pop and a breathless sigh. Your lips are glistening from the act, spit trailing down your chin as he watches it fall onto the tip of your breast.

" Lay down.. "

Such a command was filled with deep desire, his voice slightly cracked as he pulls your waist towards his standing figure. You gasp in surprise from this action, head lifting to watch him fall downward between your open legs. Your stomach flips in anticipation as his hands part your thighs wider, hot breath tickling your soaked panties against your wanting cunt.

" Hannibal - .. " You arch your back to press against his ghosting mouth eagerly, his lips smiling against you before giving a wet open mouth kiss against the fabric. He's suckling enough to bring both your hidden flesh and the cotton in his mouth hotly, your core fluttering against him with a flaming ache. Small babbles escaping you as you hold onto his hair for dear life.

A finger moves the drenched fabric to the side to expose your eager folds, tongue lapping hungrily with a satisfied moan. It vibrates against you, nails digging harder into his scalp as you begin to pant like a bitch in heat. He's praising you while suckling and flicking his tongue, telling you how good of a girl you are for taking his mouth so desperately. You don't even register the first finger entering your hot core, sucking him in like a vacuum of lust. But he continues to thrust while caressing his tongue, adding another finger to the fray to find that sweet bundle of nerves hidden inside you.

You begin to see stars, your body contorting and shaking underneath him as you begin to feel your peak.

But no, he removes his fingers before you can finish your pleasure, a harsh whine escaping you. Something foreign is probing your entrance, something...cold, yet hard and firm. It almost feels familiar, your eyes looking downward with a confused glance.

Oh -... that's..

He's sliding your violin stick into your opening hole, a startled gasp emitting from you as you hold onto the desk with white knuckles. Hannibal pushes it in slowly, torturously, taking note of every facial expression you make before stopping to not go too far in.

" Good girl....that's it... " He praises softly, leaning up to kiss your temple in a false loving manner before beginning to thrust in and out. He's playing you, as if YOU were the violin you just played for him. It causes you to pant against his arm, his other hand moving downward to quickly rub against your swollen clit in rhythm. The stimulation and the thought is all too much, your body moving in time while strands of your hair stick to your forehead with sweat.

" I'm -... Hannibal ... "

He looks down at you with parted lips from his own arousal seeing you in such a debauched state, the violin stick thrusting in and out of you in a faster pace.

" Come for me.. Come ... "

It was all it took before you spasm with a sharp yell of ecstasy, your cunt clenching the stick and drenching it with your fluids. You're a sobbing mess, body trembling from the high as he removes the object in one swift motion. He cannot take it anymore, his lust on full over drive as he quickly positions his cock against your abused entrance.

With one fast thrust, he's inside you, stretching you to the fullest capacity. A strangled cry sounds from you, his fingers lifting one of your legs to drive deeper as he begins his assailant.

" Fuck - ... Still so tight, little dove... "

He's watching you with furrowed brows in concentration, your lashes wet from your sobs as you reached behind you to grab onto the desk's edge for support. The wood beneath you is creaking with each thrust, his own grunts following after which fill your ears with desire. Your eyes lock as he thrusts faster, faster, until you can feel your lithe body almost fall off the surface.

Hannibal is getting close, his fingers tightening on your thighs, creating crescent moons in it's wake from his blunt nails. Your toes are curling, hair cascading around you as you moan wantonly with each thrust. Seeing your heaving exposed chest with your dress still fastened on you made him lose his composure, a loud shout escaping from him as he made one final thrust into your core. You felt a heat radiate from within, a slight whimper escaping him as he leaned forward to breathe heavily from exhaustion.

You did not know this yet, or perhaps you did, but there was denial still creeping in the back of your head.

The free bird you once were, is now captured under the monster's grasp.

You were his... and his alone.

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