#kenma royalty au

[queer-obsession]

A mad Emperor, his only son dead, no more sons to speak of, and only a daughter left as legacy. It's a disaster for you truly. You know that a coup is more likely to happen than to not happen at this point. With your father further descending into madness: throwing knives at advisors, spitting in the face of foreign dignitaries, and raving about a new war for the Empire's half-dead soldiers to fight, it's truly no surprise that everyone (even the nobles) want to overthrow him. But, you know, if your father is overthrown then you are too. Perhaps, if you were a son, you wouldn't be. Maybe your father would be overthrown and you would be put on the throne in his place. But, you are not a son, and even if you were, you wouldn't take that chance. Because this is the opportunity for many noble families to take over the throne.

You have no plan to lose your right to the throne, to lose your station and have your family disgraced for future generations. You know you need power and loyalty beyond the few spies and pages you've already cultivated. Your best chance is marriage, however, it is also your worst chance. You could marry someone loyal or you could marry someone who also wishes to overthrow you, it's a roll of the dice. However, you can limit the unpredictability of it, at least slightly, with certain categories.

You cannot marry foreign nobility or royalty. Their loyalty will always lie with their Kingdom or Empire first and you can't have that. You can't marry any of the noble houses in your Empire either because they are all vying for this opportunity to take the throne. You can't marry a commoner because it will cause to much upheaval and they won't know how to help secure your throne. This leaves your best bet as an advisor or general who is loyal to your family. The pool is small and growing smaller every day, and even then there are still risks.

After deliberation, with only your own mind, you know who the best option is. Perhaps, a general might be better for gaining an army or a noble for power. But, you need someone without much of an agenda who doesn't have a strong bloodline to overshadow yours, yet they can help you rule and prevent any coups, making others bend to you. You can only think of one person, so you have your personal page summon him to your private gardens.

You're looking at the hydrangeas when he arrives, you don't hear him at first since his footsteps are soft, but you have attuned yourself to listen closely and you hear the moment he steps close to your hippeastrums. You tense up slightly, bracing for the discussion to come, but you don't turn around.

"Princess," His bored and quiet voice greets you. It would be hard to hear in a crowd with how little he pitched it, but in the sanctuary of your empty garden, it almost seems to echo. You turn to face him and his sharp, golden, eyes meet yours for all of a second before he breaks contact and inclines his head only slightly. It's a lazy incline of his head that certainly doesn't pass as a bow and instead would pass for disrespectful, but you know who this is and that he is your best chance.

You watch some hair escape his official knot and fall over his forehead. "Wiseman Kenma Kozume," You greet in return, keeping your voice calm and in a similar low tone. He looks up and you see his nose twitch at the title, but he says nothing else. "I'm sure you know why you're here, Wiseman." You would be a fool to think Kenma Kozume didn't know your plan already and that exact reason is why he's here.

Kenma glances at you lazily before his eyes move to look at the hippeastrums again. "I can only guess, Princess."

Your lips quirk slightly. "Your guess is always more of a prediction, Wiseman. They say your eyes see the future."

He scoffs slightly at that, inappropriate to do in conversation with the crown princess, but Kenma has never cared much for that besides doing what's necessary to avoid execution. "My eyes simply look where others are too stubborn to."

You hum in response and tilt your head to look at the hippeastrums along with him. "That is why you are here," You agree as you feel the weight of your royal furs become heavier on your shoulders. "I should like those eyes as close as possible."

Kenma's poor posture remains as he tilts his head back to gaze into the darkness of the sky. "What should you require of me if I accept your proposal?" As you suspect, Kenma's already figured it out. You're sure the second your page found him and said you summoned him, that he knew why, perhaps even before that.

"Serve the Empire and prevent a coup," You answer simply as you step slightly closer, standing beside him now. "See me onto the throne and secure my reign, our reign."

Kenma rolls his head to look at you before swiftly glancing up at the dark sky. The moon illuminating even brighter tonight. "The Emperor is still mad," He reminds you in a cool and quiet tone. "I can protect you from coups, but not forever, Princess. I also, most certainly, cannot protect you from the Emperor's madness. The longer he is on the throne the more useless I will become to you."

You digest his words, something you have thought yourself in the back of your mind a few times, but never spoke aloud. You know, that your father's madness is just as much, if not more, of an obstacle than the power hungry fiends coming after you. However, you have never dared yourself to think of such a thing for a more than a second, and certainly never dared to speak it aloud. "I cannot overthrow my own father."

Kenma licks his lips and closes his eyes for a moment as he feels a breeze through the air. Then, his eyes snap open and they look at you for the longest he's ever held your gaze. "There are many ways to dispose of a man without a direct coup and without suspicion," He tells you, slightly condescending this time. "However, if you wish to remain the dutiful daughter, I will not object. Though, I will also not marry you."

An ultimatum if you've ever heard one, though you've only heard one once before from your, now, dead brother. No one else would ever dare give royalty, give the heir, an ultimatum. Except, the Wiseman, of course.

You swallow your nerves down your throat and steel yourself. You cannot allow this to escape from you. It's your best chance, perhaps your one chance, and, as much as you wish it weren't, you know his analysis is true and sound. "What such ways exist that would serve us?" You ask, quietly and unsurely, almost afraid that your mad father will hear your whispers from across the palace.

Kenma seems to analyze you for a moment, assessing you in a way, before he cuts his gaze away with a simple shrug. "The silent way that has no taste or oder and can take its intended target carefully, in a way that seems of the natural world." You know what he means. Poison. A specific one he seems to have in mind.

You're silent for a heavy few moments before you speak. Your voice soft, quiet, but set. "Will it hurt?"

Kenma is quiet before answering. "No."

You inhale shakily before steeling yourself once more. "Then, let us marry, Wiseman." Your voice is slightly unsteady, but firm in its conviction and decision. This is your best chance and perhaps it is a mercy, to put your father out of his own misery of madness and push his legacy forward in his stead.

Kenma cuts his gaze to you again and lets his sharp eyes linger on your face, searching you, making sure your conviction is true. "Very well," He concludes as he seems to find enough to satisfy him. He looks back out at your garden. "It's best to marry before we engage the next step."

You agree. You can't...dispose of your father first and then scramble for a marriage and coronation all while fighting back the vultures of court and the hyenas of neighboring enemies. It's best for you and Kenma to marry first and solidify power, and allies, while collecting information on possible coups. Then, you can take care of the last step and assume the throne. However.... "My father will not agree to me marrying you. He will not agree to me marrying anyone, at the moment." The one caveat in the plan and a symptom of your father's madness.

Kenma does not seem concerned with this, though, and he simply shakes his head in a dismissive manner. "I shall take care of it," He tells you as if the matter is no trouble. Perhaps, it's not to him. He likely already has a plan. "I will get the Emperor to agree. He listens to me as his strategist." It's true, but no one is infallible. "I should hope the court doesn't call me the ridiculous name of Wiseman for no reason."

The Wiseman, a lowly born boy of a guard and an estate maid, who rose through the ranks to become the strategist of the Emperor at the early age of twenty. The Wiseman, who won the decades long war against the Kingdom of the Sun, with only one simple strategy and a day to come up with it. The Wiseman, who had a new position and title created simply for him. The Wiseman, who's never strayed from his post and never seemed interested in anything else. The Wiseman, with the eyes that see all.

It is you who inclines your head this time. "Then, I shall leave it to you, Wiseman. I, and the Empire, are in your care. Do not disappoint."

Kenma looks out at the garden for a few moments before he flicks his gaze up to the waxing moon that shines bright over the Empire. "I would never disobey my Princess."

[weathertheraine]

A purrfect match - unacaritafeliz

"Hi Uncle Tettsun!” Nozomi says without moving an inch. “There's a kitty cat under here."

Tetsurou sighs, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. There's been a dramatic increase in the number of cats hiding under homes or dumpsters or in trees lately, ever since the Kozume family's latest announcement. People have been chasing them down, knowing that whoever takes the key from the royal cat's collar will be allowed to marry the crown prince.

[Five times Tetsurou meets a cat, and one time he meets a human instead].

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I loved beta-ing this fic by the amazing @unacaritafeliz so much I had to draw my favourite scene :DD Thank you Rae! And happy birthday Tettsun!!

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

- events masterlist

The Long Halloween - DC Halloween Event

Day 1: Mothman Damian Wayne x reader - Is it death who comes knocking? (is it a curse to always know?)

Day 2: Gargoyle Bruce Wayne x reader - This, my greatest masterpiece (this, a curse unmatched)

Day 3: Frankenstein's Monster Conner Kent x reader - Unstitch the pieces of me, please (and tear this curse apart)

Day 4: John Constantine x Grim Reaper reader - coming soon...

Day 5: Mermaid Dick Grayson x reader - And you were trapped in this curse (before you ever even knew)

Day 6: Poltergeist Jason Todd x reader - Is it a curse that keeps the dead alive? (is it the love dripping from my tongue?)

Day 7: Vampire Tim Drake x Werewolf reader - And I will call it home, this curse of ours (despite, despite, despite)

Thank You, Haikyuu - Haikyuu AU Week

Day 1: Hinata Shouyou x reader x Kageyama Tobio - Fairytale AU - There is a curse in me that will not sleep (and a home in you that will not leave)

Day 2: Daichi Sawamura x reader x Sugawara Koushi - Wild West AU - Am I lost in the vastness of these stars? (will you take my hand and guide me home?)

Day 3: Miya Osamu x reader x Suna Rintarou - Pirate AU - Let the endless sea call out to you (let the changing tides bring you home)

Day 4: Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji - Archeologist AU - Is there a home to be found in these history books (is there something good to be held in these hands)

Day 5: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader x Miya Osamu - Detective AU - it's coming soon I swear...

Day 6: Iwaizumi Hajime x reader x Oikawa Tooru - Medieval Royalty AU - Place your gilded crown upon my head (and carve your home into my chest)

Day 7: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader x Kozume Kenma - Heist AU - Can we call it home, this game of ours? (even if we lose?)

[grunge-innie]

🍒 Hii I'm back again to thank everyone for 100 followers it might not seem like much but I'm really proud of that number.

🍒 So I decided to write again while I'm still on summer break but basically what you will be able to do with this is pick whatever character/person you want listed below paired with a trope and au that you think fit and if you want to add more details feel free to do so when requesting

LIST OF MY FAV CHARACTERS/PEOPLE:

✮⋆˙ DREAM SMP!

☆Quackity [🦆]

★Wilbur Soot [🐈]

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✮⋆˙TOMORROW X TOGETHER!

★Choi Yeonjun [🦊]

☆Choi Beomgyu [🐻]

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✮⋆˙XDINARY HEROES!

☆Jun Han [🐰]

★Gaon [🐥]

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✮⋆˙ENHYPEN!

★ Park Sunghoon [🐧]

☆Niki [🐆]

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✮⋆˙STRAY KIDS!

☆I.N [🦊]

★Kim Seungmin [🐶]

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✮⋆˙SEVENTEEN !

★Hong Joshua [🦌]

☆The8 [🐸]

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✮⋆˙TOKYO REVENGERS!

☆Matsuno Chifuyu [😺]

★Sano Shinichiro [🐉]

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✮⋆˙HAIKYUU!

★Akaashi Keiji [🦉]

☆Kozume Kenma [😺]

LIST OF MY FAV TROPES:

✮⋆˙FRIENDS TO LOVERS!

✮⋆˙FAKE RELATIONSHIP!

✮⋆˙MEET CUTE!

✮⋆˙CHILDHOOD SWEATHEARTS!

✮⋆˙OPPOSITES ATTRACT!

MY FAV AU'S:

✮⋆˙FLOWER SHOP AU!

✮⋆˙COFFEE SHOP AU!

✮⋆˙ROYALTY AU!

✮⋆˙TEACHERS AU!

✮⋆˙BAND AU!

[itsmiyamore]

In case anyone was wondering this is all from a royalty au kagehina/iwaoi fic I thought of like 3 years ago before I even started this blog I think

i dropped it for like a year and then went back and rewrote part of it before dropping it again until now and I want to rewrite it again

the first draft was at like 11k and that was still barely the beginning of the fic lol I swear I blacked out and wrote it all in one sitting

roles, in case ur interested, they're revealed pretty early on so no real spoilers:

Hinata - Commoner Kageyama - Second Prince Oikawa - Crown Prince Iwaizumi - Crown Prince's personal guard Suga - Kageyama's personal servant (kinda like Merlin to Arthur in the BBC show) Daichi - Captain of the Royal Guard Kenma - member of the nobility Kuroo - Kenma's personal guard

+ more to come in later chapters

oh GOD rereading my first version of this one fic and I'm cringing so hard my writing is RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[honeystwiggypeach]

Hii ✨ May I request prompt 4 with Kenma?? It made me think of a royalty AU for some reason, but you can do whatever you'd like with the prompt 💓✨

“Must be a nice life.” “Not really, it’s quite lonely…” x Kenma Kozume

Yes! When I wrote it I envisioned either royalty,fantasy, or lonely rich CEO so it works! :) (for this au it’s a mix of both royalty and Vampire!)

Tw: consumption of alcohol, judgment, arranged marriages, vampire stuff.(they live in their kingdom called Nekoma real creative I know😭) reader is referred to as wife/bachelorette but use gender neutral pronouns. The end is vague

The royal family consisted of two very wealthy and pure blooded vampires. The queen was Kozume Aika who is married to the king Kuroo Ichiro. Together the couple had,two boys, one a bit older than the other, his name was Kuroo Tetsuro, the youngest of the two Kozume Kenma. Both of the boys were taught from a young age how to dress act and everything else, with this they missed most of their child hoods as their parents thought that kids their age weren’t worthy of their presence.

So that leaves us here a couple days after their parents revived word that a neighboring territory had offered a suitable wife of another royal family, the only problem was that she wasn’t pure blood, oddly enough she wasn’t a vampire at all! But that is an easy fix, though she would never be pure blood, they accepted.

So at around midnight Tetsuro barged into his younger brothers room pushing open the door loudly as he wails about his last night as a single man.

Kenma blinks at him for a moment, he can feel the dark circles under his eyes growing by the second.

“So we’ll go out tonight, to the vampire district of course!” Tetsuro exclaims pulling Kenma from his bed.

“Um, no.” He says as his brother opens his balcony.

“What’s in it for me?” He asks lowly as he looks at his brother who’s standing on the edge of his balcony.

“New electronics.” He says patting a pouch of gold coins connected to his hips and making finger guns before allowing himself to fall backwards off the rail.

“Just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt.” Kenma mumbles climbing down a rope seeing Tetsuro emerge from a rose bush he fell into.

“Kenma it’s bleeding.” He says holding his elbow.

“No it’s not see.” Kenma says swiping his thumb over his brothers cut which heals almost immediately.

“Oh” he mumbles before dragging the bottle blond off to who knows where.

Around an hour later Kenma found himself nodding in his black cloak as his brother sits at a bar he dragged him to.

“Hello, can I sit here?” some one says sitting next to him. He glances over noticing their sharp fangs, another vampire.

He nods silently.

“What’s your name?” Again with the questions?

“Kenma.” He mumbles.

“Mm that’s the prince’s name.” You mumble looking at the hooded figure.

“I know.” He mumbles once again.

“So snappy.” You mumble looking at him before someone starts stumbling around effectively knocking some alcoholic beverage onto his cloak.

“You should take that off.” You motion to him as he sits in shock for a second. He nods slightly and slowly removes the cloak keeping the hood on for as long as possible.

“Oh.” You huff in realization. “That’s why you said-“

“Mhmm” he cuts you off. “Well if it helps any I think that the prince is a very pretty man.” You mumble as his cheeks heat up.

“So what’s it like?” He awnser your questions and you awnser his about commoner lives.

“Sounds nice…” you mumble sarcastically.

“Not really, quite lonely actually” he replies glancing over at Kuroo.

“I don’t know doesn’t seem worth it.” You mumble again.

“I’d elope with someone, get out of becoming the crown King later on and call it plan b.” You say looking to the side.

“Brothers doing it, you’ll be the king of Nekoma if he moves to her territory.” You say clarifying as he looks confused.

“I might.” He says fiddling with his hands. Soon after his more than pleasant conversation with you Kuroo came to retrieve him so they could go home.

“Kenma we need to talk to you.” His mother and father say as they sit around a meeting table three days after Kuroo got shipped away to his wife.

“We would like to allow you to pick your wife from eligible pure blooded bachelorettes in the kingdom.”

“Oh…” he mumbles.

“Do I have to do it now?” He asks a bit dejected.

What if you weren’t pure blood, he didn’t know anyone else he’d prefer his marriage to be to someone he at least knew a bit!

“Yes, they will be here at noon.” His mother says as a maid whisks him off to get dressed.

So now he stands in front of a mile long line up, looking all of these people in the eyes, And soon enough his eyes land on yours, he’s quick to raise his hand. You panic thinking that this was an incrimination line up because no one tells you anything just sticks you in line.

“Them..” he mumbles still pointing at you.

“Yes sir we’ll get them ready right away!” The maids which you off to get ready to meet his parents as he’s escorted back inside.

Not too long after the two of you are sent back out in pretty matching outfits as people escort you to the dining room.

Now there’s no food on the table just his parents at the two heads and two seats on the same side.

You make the proper introductions and get their approval.

“What was that about?” You ask looking at him confused as the two of you exit.

“I had to pick a wife.” He says quietly.

“Oh, plan b?” You ask looking over at him.

He nods slightly as a cute little smile emerges before the two of you are sent to separate living quarters.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Midnight's Dating Advice

Midnight's Dating Advice by Kitsune Kenma

[GreenQueen]: midnight I have a crush on the ex-#1 hero

[MidnightMajesty]: oh

[MidnightMajesty]: oh

[MidnightMajesty]: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[GreenQueen]: Nemuri, either tell me he's single and ready to mingle and be my wingwoman, living the happy single life, or dating someone already

[GreenQueen]: which, with that sugar sweet personality of his, is probably the most likely option

OR

My 3 am attempt at joining the bnha fandom resulted in a chatfic full of gayness, panic, and gay panic.

Words: 1688, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Inko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Hadou Nejire

Relationships: Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: chatfic, Bisexual Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Gay Sasaki Mirai | Nighteye, Pansexual Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Established Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Established Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Inko Midoriya Is A Teenager At Heart, how do i even tag this send help, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no beta we die like genderfluids, AS A GENDERFLUID THAT IS LEGALLY A JOKE, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye Lives, Crack Treated Seriously

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36203533

[haikyuu-library]

rewrite the stars by astrid_fischer

Completed | G | 55.8k

“You’re going to marry the prince of Karasuno,” Kenma’s father told him on the first day of midsummer.

King Kozume Takeshi did not so much as look up from the letter he was writing at his desk as he said it. His manner suggested he was advising that the evening meal would be held fifteen minutes late; the life-altering statement was that matter-of-fact, and carried the same expectation that he would not be questioned.

“Very well,” Kenma said, when the skritching of the quill stopped pointedly and he realized that some sort of answer was expected of him. He blinked. “Is that all?”

*****

or: an arranged marriage au where everyone is in love with the wrong person.

[queer-obsession]

kenma royalty au drabble incoming. as in like today or tomorrow. posting this to remind myself to post it from my drafts lmaoo

[mikaroonz]

KuroKen Royal AU!

[sexyshakespeare]

Ch 1: A Royal Birthday (Kuroken Royalty AU)

#sfw with some slight nudity cw for mention of some #violence #starving and #classism #poverty --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo had practically lived in the palace all his life. He was born there. That was his biggest pride, something he boasted when he played with the baker and gardener’s children. He’d eaten out of the same jam pot that the royal prince had. Though of course he’d gotten beaten for it by the guard right afterwards, and every time he dared to play with the prince since. He still had the scars to show for it. But his highness insisted. The older he grew, the more he mandated that Kuroo be allowed to visit him in his chambers, eat with him, go horse riding with him. Kenma- he frowned and corrected Kuroo if he called him anything else, yes, Kenma had grown into a very prideful, powerful prince. He was a big man now, sitting in at all the tactical meetings with his parents. Kuroo on the other hand, had been inducted into the king’s army at a young age- he was just sixteen when he’d first seen battle. It was a horrible thing, he’d lost his training partners, his friends, too young and badly fed to survive something like that. But Kuroo. He was a fierce fighter, and he’d promised Kenma that he would come back with nothing more than a broken nose. Kenma had been relieved that his nose was in fact, very intact. His handsome face hadn’t been harmed in any way- but his arms had gashes, his body slashed in places that would not heal fast. But this had been his life. And a better life than he was used to. The army’s soldiers were treated with more respect than most- they had better food, and better living conditions. He’d been able to move his father to the palace as a helper in the kitchens again, despite his age. His mother had died from sickness years ago. Kenma had yet again insisted that Kuroo sleep in his bed that night, and had held him while his body shook with tears, harshly whispering promises to the heavens that he wouldn’t let his father go the same way. Today however, was not a day for recalling all of that. Today was the young prince’s 21st birthday. He wasn’t so young anymore- he would be seeing many eligible suitors today at his party- princes and princesses alike. And Kuroo was invited. Well, Kuroo was his personal bodyguard, he had to be there- but Kenma insisted that he was ‘invited’ and would be treated as a guest. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo was waiting outside Kenma’s chamber, his daggers safely tucked away in his belt- and his strong arms crossed behind his back as he watched the corridor. He never, never took his post for granted, and he never, never slacked on the job. He even insisted on taste checking Kenma’s food for any hidden poisons. Nobody would harm Kenma on his watch, and if he harboured any suspicion, nobody could save the culprit from his wrath. It was more than just a post though. It was about him. His.. dare he say it, friend. Kuroo’s eyes softened as the thoughts flooded his mind- his lips curving ever so slightly at the corners. Every night sneakily spent in the royal bed, tickling Kenma, being fed cakes and having his mouth wiped by Kenma on his birthday, which was just a month after the prince’s, Kenma teaching him how to read. He wipes at the tears pooling in his eyes, and takes a breath- turning to look down the corridor again. Stupid, he shouldn’t be getting emotional at a time like this. The prince’s birthday was the perfect opportunity for rivals to try something to endanger his life. “Kuro?”, his beautiful, sun-kissed voice sounds from inside the doors. Kuroo jumps a little, knocking twice on the ornate wood, “Are you okay your highness?? Is your window locked?” “Oh geez I’m fine, relax will you-“, his beautiful voice with a hint of annoyance now, Kuroo laughs once awkwardly and turns back around, “Sorry..” “Come in please I need your help-“ The young man does as asked, gently pushing down the handle and passing through- closing the doors behind him and facing the other- but his jaw drops, his hand immediately raising to cover his eyes- “You- your highness you should’ve mentioned you’re not decent- I’m sor-“ “You’ve seen me like this before, cut that out, help me decide please-“, he speaks again, with authority. Kuroo slowly drops his hand- his eyes lifting from the gold embroidered carpet to his beautiful feet, his bare knees, up his bare thighs, skipping over the thin veil over his- his- “Well.. this one- or this one?”, Kenma holds two robes, one in each hand. The left was the color of the sky, with white sashes and ribbons, silver threads, and just a hint of yellow that would match his hair. He’d insisted on having it dyed in his 17th year. Kuroo had been so embarrassed, their conversation from the night before looming in his head. ‘The Princess that visited you last week was beautiful, don’t you want to meet her again Kenma..?’ ‘What was beautiful about her’, his haughty indignant voice- nothing was ever enough for this spoiled prince, Kuroo had thought at the time. ‘What wasn’t! Her hair’s the color of honey-‘ “K uro! We don’t have time for you to get lost in your daydreams right now”, his beautiful voice, teasing and mischievous. “I- I A M NOT DAY-dreaming”, he sputters, trying to keep his eyes off of his prince’s bare chest- the gold arm bands that glistened from his arms. “They’re both gorgeous, the one on the right is red and rich, heavy- it’ll send the right message, you’d look like a lion-“, Kuroo says with a smile, his eyes going over his collarbone, and then finally his face. His face. His eyes danced, they pierced him through and through, that was how he looked at him. And now his royal brow raises in a challenge, “I don’t care- which do /you/ like” Kuroo’s face colors, and he looks behind him at the doors wondering just how long it would take for someone to find them like this. He’d get flogged for sure- though his back was tough enough to take anything after what it had seen. But his heart thumps impatiently, pulling him towards his prince. Why did he ask him questions like this- “I.. like the other- the blue one..”, he admits now, his voice softened, his eyes even more so when they meet his pretty ones. The literal sun, shone through those eyes. Kenma always insisted that Kuroo had the same color eyes, but he was wrong, his were dull and hard. Kenma smiles at him, bright, and nods- tossing the other robe on the floor like it wasn’t worth 50 horses, which makes Kuroo’s eyes widen in reproach, even if it wasn’t his place. “S orry.. sorry, I’ll put this back in its place..”, the young monarch says suddenly, not letting the soldier speak, “I know you want to scold me for being a spoiled thing..”, he says yet again with a smile as he goes about putting the red robe back in his wardrobe. Kuroo watches him curiously in silence, smile playing on his lips. It really was a miracle, how he spoke to his own father, with contempt lining every word- and how he spoke to him. Kuroo directs his eyes back to the floor when Kenma dresses. “Did you want help- should I ask the maids to come-“ Kenma shakes his head gently, “They have enough on their plates with this ridiculous event-“ “It’s not ridiculous.. it’s for your-“ “Y e s my birthday, what a wondrous day I was born 21 years ago, and half the kingdom gets fed extra today while they practically starve the rest of the year”, his beautiful voice, with disdain dripping from it. He looks sad, his hands smoothing down the front of his garment. Kuroo smiles at him, a patient smile. And now, he speaks to him as his friend, moving closer and lifting his hands to cup his face. “You’re going to be brilliant today.. you worked hard on your speech.. one step closer to what you want to achieve” Kenma looks up at his very tall bodyguard, his king’s soldier, and his most treasured, most precious friend. “You think so..? I know they’re trying to get me to marry one of those rich brats” “You’re a rich brat- you’ll have a lot in common” That earns Kuroo a smack right across his chest- and excited giggles from both young men fills the room. “That princess you fancy will be here, maybe you should sit with her- I’m sure you can guard me with your hand up her skirt-“ “EHH?? MY HAND WILL BE ON MY DAGGER-“ Kenma laughs once, “Bet it will be..” A frown from Kuroo, who thinks this joke was getting rather old, and Kenma takes the hint to drop it. He shrugs his shoulders, reaching for the princely crown to place it atop his head, and looks at Kuroo, “You’re going to be dressed like that..?” “Kenma I’m your guard- I have to be dressed like this” “Oh right-“ “See, rich brat” The prince grins at him then, “See.. this is my friend.. not that ‘your highness may I kiss your feet’ man you have to pretend to be outside of here” He walks up to him then, and pats his cheek softly, dragging his hand down the front of his plain grey tunic- very form fitting on Kuroo, “Shall we..?” The other man nods at him, though he wishes secretly to never leave- to have his hand on his chest the rest of the evening. But that was selfish of him. He couldn’t keep him long. “Yes.. it’ll be over soon, please don’t spill your wine on anyone and blame it on your low tolerance to alcohol- you’re a horrible liar-“ “You remember his face last year? HA- stupid mustached basta-“ “Kenma..”

[rengako]

The Reversal [Ch. 7]

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“Well, it’s getting late.” Kenma interrupted, stretching his arms slightly. “Tetsurou and I have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow, so we’d better get some rest.” 

Kota nodded, turning to Tetsurou. “Thank you for joining us tonight, Tetsurou. You’re always welcome to come visit us at the palace when we return.” 

“I believe that won't be necessary.” Kenma gave them a tight smile and a look of surprise took over Tetsurou's face upon hearing the words that followed. “He only comes to the palace to visit me.” 

**Updates are only going to be on AO3 for now.

[Links] AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30775070/chapters/75961151 Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/267765823-the-reversal

[nikfehu]

Farewell, My Love

Title: Farewell, My Love Rating: Teen (Major Character Death) Pairing: Akaashi/Kenma Characters: Kenma, Akaashi Tags: Royalty AU, Prince Kenma, knight akaashi, Mentions of Blood, Fallen Kingdom, castle siege, Melancholy Ending Summary: He closed his eyes, remembering how they would hold grand balls there. Court musicians at the far end playing music that could be heard as far as the village he’d walked through. Guests from all over would come to dance, to dine, and to drink at the invitation of his father -- of the king. He remembered stealing away from the dances, always unbeknownst to his parents and the suitor that they would always set him up with. Always headed to the knight’s quarters to pull Akaashi from his duties. Always the two of them pulled the courtyard -- secluded and away from the bustle of the rest of the castle. It was their place, one where they could be together and not worry about being caught. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29312976

Day Two of @akaken-week

[thericeraven]

asterismos

asterismos /ˈastərɪz(ə)mos/ "marked by stars"; their singular brilliance seeps deep into the bones of a forlorn lover, one who knows that they cannot ever be with the one they love; even if they command the stars, they would never be so cruel as to steal a star out of the sky where it belongs.

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Bokuto Koutarou, the crown prince and only heir to the throne of Fukurodani, doesn't fancy the idea of getting married. So he throws a masquerade ball, unrelenting in his stubborn quest to remain wild and free. Akaashi Keiji, a powerful celestial mage who chose to set up shop in Fukurodani after a lifetime of roaming the lands, finds a very distressed prince at his doorstep, seeking professional help in throwing a ball. Well, how can he deny the crown prince himself, especially with a face like that?

When Bokuto falls for both the handsome masked stranger he shares one dance with when the music crescendoes at his own ball, as well as the pretty yet reserved mage with the shop full of curiosities, what will he do? How will he choose? Will he subvert convention and duty, choosing to follow his own heart, or will he rise up to the occasion and lead Fukurodani into a new era?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23