#royal guard!Reader

[skullywullypully]

Imagine being Miguel's personal royal guard.

[the-whispers-of-death]

prince!stone who's father is still the same douchebag, but now way, way more powerful

king!stone who loses his father and now, has the biggest responsibility in the kingdom, which means that now, he needs to have his security increased as well

king!stone who connects a little bit too much with royal guard!reader, a man known dor his excellent skills as a royal guard because he has years of experience

(also this can be so angsty because even knowing that stone is gay he'll be forced to marry a woman to continue the royal family's lineage but we can ignore that for now)

Well, anon, it won't be so angsty, since Stone is a trans man. We'll just have him not have his bottom surgery in this version, which means we can write Stone getting pregnant by Royal Guard!Reader. I mean so there's no angst and oh, look! A Stone who hasn't been kicked out by his father! What a rare version.

King!Stone had to hire an entire new Royal Guard when his father was dead, because if there was anything he learned from his predecessor, it was to be extremely paranoid. So in order to soothe his paranoia, he had to get a Royal Guard that was his. Loyal to him only, not like the old Royal Guard who were loyal to his late father.

In his search for new guards to be on his Royal Guard, he finds you, a soldier who has several years of experience of being the general of the kingdom's military. He had been searching for a new Head of the Royal Guard who was experienced but hadn't been serving under his father and it seemed like you were just the man for the job.

So you are summoned to the throne room, Stone filling out the throne with his burly body as he sits confidently like his late father had. You're reverent towards him, sensing a softness hidden beneath his cold and stoic demeanor. A softness that you wanted to protect.

He is enamored with you, the way you stood tall and strong. The way your words are blunt like his, honest to a fault. He needs someone kind, but someone who was honest. He never trusted those who delved in the niceties, in the fakeness of being polite for the sake of being polite.

He has been listening to so many soldiers pleading their case to join his Royal Guard, most of them kissing his ass because they thought he'd respond better to it, so you are a breath of fresh air. There is a sincerity in your talk of being loyal to him that can't be faked and he likes that about you.

So he is quick to offer you the position, which you so graciously take. He sends one of his best servants to guide you to your new bedchambers, watching you leave the throne room with a hidden glint in his brown eyes. Yes, he had a feeling he would not regret giving you the position of Head Guard.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#547 Not in front of the babies-

You are currently dressed up in silks and cloak for Your and Silver's presence doesn't startle the locals of briar valley...tho having Lilia & Baul as your outfit helpers were...

Yuu*is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

RoyalGuard!Lilia*Eyes glued to the knot holding your pants to your...soft human skin waist*...Like its slips on and off really easily...

Yuu:...

RoyalGuard!Lilia*Realized a tad too late what he said*N-No, I didn't mean it like that-

Baul*With Baby Sebek and Silver climbing him like monkies, unmoving looking at Lilia with judgy eyes*We know what you meant

[mysteriesmuse]

Princess Reader x Royal Guard Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.

BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK

MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS

WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.

All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”

Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————

But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————

In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)

Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”

So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————

[baeshijima]

u know what would be a cool genshin fic idea? isekai/transmigrated reader, but instead of appearing within the general timeline, you come into the genshin world 500 years prior to the start of the storyline in khaenri'ah.

honestly it could be either a little before the cataclysm, giving enough time to delve into some relationship building + explore some world building with characters like dainsleif, traveller's sibling (which would probably be lumine bc i actually do like her as abyss sibling & aether as traveller), and npcs like halfdan (still crying over him to this day ;w;) and possibly the khaenri'ahn royal guards (assuming you either join them or have a good enough relationship with them), OR it could be you appear during the crisis, completely and utterly lost as to why you were brought amidst the chaos and bloodshed as you watch everything you barely knew about this nation crumble before your very eyes.

either route will still result in reader's existential crises and constant "why am i here? just to suffer?" monologues because really, who would be fine after going through that after coming from /our/ world? and not to mention you've had to endure the next 500 years wandering with no real set path because you don't know this world— this era of teyvat or of genshin. you're merely stuck, unable to die, and forced to live a life of uncertainty with no clear direction for you to go to.

despite it all, you've at least been able to see dain during this course. while your meetings pass far too quickly for your lonesome, and his solemn demeanour is something you're yet to be accustomed to after having been with him before the fall of khaenri'ah (assuming it's the route where you appear before the cataclysm), you're glad to see a familiar face every now and then. after the messy departure with the lumine who left for the abyss order, you've come to appreciate his quiet presence more and more each time.

and then you decide it might be time to settle. you soon realise it's difficult to do so when your lifespan has become far more than that of a human's — of a mortal's — and so you find yourself becoming used to staying in one place for a few years before setting off for the next. rinse and repeat. over and over. it's come to a point where you've witnessed the nations undergo various changes each time you visit. you know change is inevitable, and yet your heart stings each time you witness it; a testament to how the world is ever-changing, yet you're stuck in place as a bystander.

one thing you're grateful for, however, are the bonds you've established amid your back-and-forth over the centuries. from archons like zhongli and venti to long-life beings such as neuvillette and the adepti to regular mortals who have showed you kindness as if one of their own... you've grown to cherish those memories, often reminiscing them when the nights get too long and surroundings too quiet. it was difficult at first, and still is, but you've become used to the inevitable change and the passing of those you once knew.

and after 500 years, you find yourself face-to-face with one you haven't seen since before you appeared in this world; the protagonist of this world, and the one you eventually join in hopes of finally finding a means to an end, aether.

little side notes/extras:

from /our/ world, you would probably know the storyline from up to around current (5.0) or maybe a little after the fontaine aq conclusion. it gives a lot to work with, but you definitely won't remember a lot of the lore after so long other than some main events, especially since most of your knowledge is pretty irrelevant for the next 500 years,,,

i think it would be cool if you had an inteyvat on your person as a little homage of khaenri'ah, which may or may not invoke some opinions from certain characters (*cough* aether immediately being reminded of lumine and having an existential crisis *cough*)

post-cataclysm you would go through a, uhm, long phase of helplessness, wondering why you were even brought to this world so far back if you couldn't even make any contributions. it does eventually morph into a resolution to do what you can to help those you come across if it's within your capabilities, but the nightmares and helplessness come back every now and then as a reminder for what you can't do :D yippee :D

honestly i'm on the fence whether you would have a vision or some other type of abilities (think on the similar lines of aether/lumine's and dain's), but i think having some type of purification mechanic would be a must in your arsenal !! would definitely lead to some moments between you and characters like dain or zhongli who suffer from the erosion as you give them a slight reprieve from what rages within and corrodes them

a little self indulgent, but i'd like to think your first /proper/ meeting with zhongli happens during a lantern rite festival, wherein you're admiring the lanterns in the sky after making a wish of your own and he comes up from behind with "they're beautiful, wouldn't you say so?" and !!

also as for love interests, as much as i would love for human/mortal characters, a part of me feels like this story would be better suited for the immortal/long-life characters as love interests?? idk i feel like considering that 500 years is, well, a long time, the bonds you would have with them compared to characters like, say, alhaitham or diluc would be way too different ?? though i would definitely still add them as love interest bc i am a sucker for so many of the human characters ;w; it would also add to the angst and hurt/comfort ahahha...

anyway thank you for reading this massive brain dump of a fic bc i absolutely would put this as a long term project, and if u made it this far then i would like to say that dain solos—

[persphonesorchid]

Minisode: Jungkook

Notes: Okay so...happy birthday Jungkook my bro! It's a bit over 500w but it's okay, because, it's Jk 🙂‍↕️

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The garden is your secret, a hidden maze of wildflowers and towering hedges far from the watchful eyes of the court. The moment you tug at Jungkook’s hand, you both abandon your titles, slipping away from the rigid structure of the palace.

His hand in yours, you move swiftly through the winding corridors of the garden, the sound of your laughter blending with the rustling leaves. The sun filters through the thick canopy of roses, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you weave between the tall hedges. Here, you can be whoever you want to be—no princess, no guard—just two people lost in the wonder of each other’s company.

Jungkook steals a glance at you, catching the way your eyes sparkle as you gaze up at the blooming wisteria above. You’re different here—lighter, free. It’s a sight he treasures, one that he knows he’s privileged to witness.

You find a hidden nook within the garden, a small alcove surrounded by thickle bushes, the scent of roses heavy in the air. Jungkook releases your hand, and you twirl in the open space, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. He watches, a soft smile tugging at his lips. In these moments, the lines between duty and something deeper blur, leaving only the warmth of your presence beside him.

“Close your eyes,” you say suddenly, stepping closer.

He arches a brow but obliges, closing his eyes and feeling the brush of your fingers as you adjust something on the hilt of his sword. When he opens them, you’re holding a pendant, its surface catching the light with a soft shimmer.

“For you,” you murmur, your voice just above a whisper.

He looks down at the pendant, its intricate design familiar, yet the meaning behind it remains unspoken between you. There’s a depth in your gaze that speaks of more than just duty—something warm, something close.

“Thank you,” he replies softly, his voice almost reverent. He knows it’s more than just a gift; it’s a piece of your heart, carefully chosen, and silently given.

You smile, a soft, knowing curve of your lips that makes his heart stutter. There’s a moment of silence as you stand together in the garden, the world beyond fading into the background. For now, you aren���t bound by your roles.

Jungkook feels the weight of the pendant on his sword, a reminder of this moment, of you. And though the words remain unspoken, he knows. The pendant is more than just a token—it’s a quiet celebration, a small, private mark of a day that would have otherwise gone unnoticed in the chaos of palace life.

As you both make your way back through the maze, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the garden in hues of gold and orange. The moment lingers between you, a shared secret in the fading light. And as you return to your roles, the pendant remains, a silent promise of what you can be when the world isn’t watching.

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Caught in a web, drunk on love”

Shutara Senjumaru x Reader

wc : 3100

cw : not really unrequited love // jealousy // misunderstandings // a sprinkle of drama // fluffy floofs

well what can i say. she’s so mommy and i’m a hoe for mommies so i couldn’t help it. always wanted to write something for her but i was just needing that little push which obviously her bankai gave me 😩

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Spider. A creature you have never been too big of a fan of. Those creepy crawlers with their beady eyes and fuzzy limbs are, and will always be the genesis of your nightmares. Simply the idea of the word will forever have dread burgeoning within you and ice cascading down your spine, or so you have believed. Why, then, are flowers blooming inside your chest as you watch the bane of your existence weaving a web? In other words, you are atrociously, irreversibly, positively, and utterly fucked.  

In the Soul King Palace, you are one of the less important guards under the direct command of one Shutara Senjumaru. Less important of course than the esteemed Royal Guards, but certainly on par with the strongest of shinigamis. Although there is no official title to it, your position beside your lady is an equivalent of a Lieutenant down in Seireitei.

Ever since the beginning, the divine general of the north, with her onyx hair and golden halo, eyes oozing with mesmerism, and lips a delightful red, but the most arresting of all, her spindly automatonic limbs sprouting from her back like six unworldly wings, has reminded you of a spider: one that is elegant and teeming with splendour. The lady’s introduction into your life has seeded in you a habit of conjuring up her face whenever you see or even think of your once-dreaded friends. In fact, when you think of an eight-legged crawler, you are rarely thinking of one and very much thinking of the six artificially limbed stunner. Hence, you are decisively fucked.

In pursuit of comfort, your hand, as if having a mind of its own, glide towards your waist where a knitted red charm dwells, the tassel of which dangles from the white sash of your uniform. Running delicate fingers along the intricate patterns of fine silk, your lips flourish into a smile.

From socks to scarfs and whatnots, your lady, the great weaver as her name suggests, has tailored many a thing for you. Not only has she remedied a great many holes in your battle worn uniforms, she has also graciously showered you with a miscellany of pristine garments. After all, artisanship is your lady’s forte, occurring as naturally as breathing to her, and her six hands are either sewing, knitting, embroidering or doing all three of it at the same time. She does it with such great finesse and dexterity that she may as well be carving a statue of herself out of your heart, for it worships the very ground she walks on. 

When you notice her presence, you smell it before you hear it. Delightfully floral with a touch of dark undertones, heavenly, mysterious and so undoubtedly her. 

“It was my understanding that you have a strong dislike for them, no?”

Comes the mesmerising lilt of her voice, glazed with a trickle of tease, and you smile a little, knowing smile, bringing your gaze from the spider to its human counterpart.

“I’ve steadily started finding them charming I’m afraid.” The little blossom of a smile on your lips once you search her eyes is that of softness. Your lady regards you coolly with a barely noticeable smile, drenched in enigma by her siren-eyed gaze, the caress of which is well-nigh tangible on your face. It does a quick travel to your waist, and upon finding the gift that you carry on your body since acquiring it, a hum spills forth a pair of bewitching, blood-red lips. 

“Walk with me.”

You take the hand that she offers, smooth, spindly and rather ample in size that you are only truly able to grasp two of her lithe digits. 

“With pleasure, my lady.”

“Am I allowed to wonder what exactly is the architect of your change in impression of arachnid? You of yore would flee the site if she so much as catches a glimpse of an itsy-bitsy one, I’m sure.”

You love that she remembers things about you the way you do things about her. She fancies her tea with a drizzle of honey. Not unlike a spider, she does have eight arms, the two of which are of her own flesh and blood, and because she keeps them hidden under her cloak at all times, only a handful of people have witnessed them. You have, during a visit to the hot spring in Kirinden. Nobody has given her a gift personally hand crafted by them, so when you have made for her a braided charm, a very clumsy attempt at that, she has told you that she would cherish it, and cherish it, she does. Despite it being faulty, it has found its forever home tucked safely in the red sash of her outfit, the tassel of it peeking out from under her haori with every elegant step she takes. Playful banter is her favourite pastime and it amuses her greatly that you indulge her. So once again, you do.

“You have every liberty to wonder, my lady. The decision to answer lies in my hand after all. I will say this though, it’s who rather than what.”

“My,” So she drawls in a tone that deliciously tickles your spine, and when she stops, you do too, watching as lips reveal teeth in a kittenish smile. “is that so?”

You have an inkling that to an extent, she knows of your fondness for her, evident in the way she humors you. Judging from her behaviors, she does not appear entirely opposed to it, and you might even go as far as saying that there is a good chance of her considering you should you confess.

Suddenly, a droplet touches your cheek. In the small interval of time that it takes for you to look up, your lady has expertly woven an umbrella out of thin air, all the while her one hand holds onto yours. By the time a drizzle escalates to a downpour, you are well under the protection of your lady’s masterful craft. However, your heart is going haywire, for the space between the two of you has considerably narrowed when your eyes meet. Leaning forward, a cool pad of a thumb presses a delicate kiss onto your cheek, caressing the wetness away from your face which inadvertently leaves a pink tinge in its wake. 

“Let’s call it a day, shall we?”

At your nod of approval, she adjusts her hold on you, slipping her fingers just so that your hands are intertwined together. The tips of her robotic digits easily reach your wrist, and when the cool pad of her thumb gingerly traces the hummingbird flutter of your pulse, the little creature coos inside your ribcage.

Roses are red.

The sky is blue.

And oh how you love Senjumaru. 

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“Yoohoo Shutara, look who I found dilly-dallying around!” 

The guffaw of Hikifune jolts Senjumaru out of her bath induced reverie. Her head tilts, propped up by her fist, the dark waterfall of her hair swaying slightly as her eyes lazily search her friend.  

Think of the devil and the devil is here. 

A ghost of a smile graces her lips, for she finds you tucked under the arm of the ruler of grain. It has been a while after all since the two of you have spent time together. 

“Can you please unhand me?” More laughter ensues, louder this time, and your request is effectively nipped in the bud. Ruffling your hair, she tugs you closer to the point that you are smothered by her generous bosoms. 

“Lady Hikifune, you- you’re-”

Killing me with your breasts! You wanted to say, but instead, you are left a sputtering mess.

“My my, haven’t you bagged yourself a cutie, Shutara!”

Granted, Senjumaru would find the sweet strawberry shade on your cheeks ridiculously charming, that is, if it had been a product of her doing. Certainly not after you have just been called a cutie by a woman who has her breasts shoved into your face. 

And so, she rises with all the grace of a nymph, droplets on her body twinkling like little diamonds in the soft light. 

“Why Kirio, I thank you on behalf of my girl for escorting her to me,” Meanwhile, she has effortlessly drawn you into her arms, one of which is slithering across your waist. Alas, the little wasp has been caught in a spider’s web. “but if I do recall, you have matters to attend to, have you not? By all means, do not let us hinder you.” 

“Ugh now my mood is spoiled, thank you very much Shutara.” The divine general of the south’s voice drips with sarcasm, and that of the north replies just as sarcastically. “Of course.” 

“On another note, I smell ya later cutie!”

With a wink thrown towards your way, the cheery general is gone. 

“Wild woman.” Murmurs Senjumaru as two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. 

You on the other hand, through the flimsy fabric of your robe, can feel her body pressing into your back; all the ridges and the valleys, every dip and dent, and lord is she so wonderfully soft. 

Suddenly, along with a ghost of a breath on the shell of your ear, her voice greets you. “Hello there, my girl.” Like a dollop of butter on a pile of warm, fluffy pancakes, you melt, all giddy and toasty inside. “Now that you’re here, could I trouble you to give my hair a wash?” 

“It’s no trouble at all. I’d be delighted to.” You do not dare turn lest your legs fail you, and in a desperate need of a moment of reprieve for your sorry little heart, you chance a glance at her. “Why don’t you go relax in the water, my lady. I’ll be right with you.”

There is a beat of silence before you feel hands on your hips and a delicate touch of lips on your nape.

“Do not keep me waiting for too long.”

The milkiness of her skin practically glows in the warm water while her luscious mane, like the finest of silks, effortlessly slips through your fingers. The urge to bury your nose in her silky smooth strands is strong, but not as strong as the urge to nuzzle your face in the exquisite beauty of a neck that is captivating you from beneath those onyx mane. Lost in a daydream, you do not realise that you have paused amidst your task until your lady turns towards you. Without so much as a warning, she pulls you into the pool. The sorry excuse of a cloth on your body gives way to water, and you mirror your lady in that you are now thoroughly soaked and bare. 

Her gaze roams, and you notice the exact moment that the warm mischievous glint in her eyes goes glacial. She has seen your body, or rather the marks peppered across your neck and chest in varying shades of red. Her face is unreadable, the very picture of aloofness, and although it stings, although it seems as if a chasm has suddenly appeared between the two of you, you try to bridge it, take a step, an olive branch of sorts. It is your darkest nightmare comes true however when she avoids the hand that reaches for her, a look of, dare you say, disgust etched onto her face, and without so much as a word, she takes leave.

What have you done wrong, you do not understand.

All you know is that you feel discarded as though you are but a stale meal.

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To have been branded by this enchantress of a woman and afterwards carry the very traces of herself on your body, even with a good chance that she will no longer have any recollection of your little moment together, has filled you with bliss as much as having her mouth on your flesh did. 

Although her mien has betrayed nothing and she was the very picture of poise, you knew she was drunk as soon as endearments fell freely from her lips. “My darling sweetheart” so she has called you, and you have been too naive, too lovesick to believe that, albeit being under the influence of liquor, she has peppered you with kisses while thinking of you, while still being aware that it was on your body that she was leaving her traces. Alas, it has never crossed your mind that you would turn out to be a cheap substitute for the one she truly desires.

“Oi oi Lady Senjumaru has brought a girl to her palace.” 

When you have heard such murmurs amongst the guards, as selfish as it is, you were hoping it to be a falsehood.

Your little glimmer of a hope is crushed into smithereens once you are summoned to her chambers only to have your heart join the pile of dust on the ground. Nestled in your lady’s arms like a baby bird, a naked girl mewls and trembles whilst red lips leave messy kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.

The spider is making a show of devouring its prey, but instead of fear, you fall victim to pain, oh wretched, unforgiving pain. She is being deliberately cruel because ultimately, you are an audience to this play only due to her invitation.

“My darling little sweetheart.” And you watch, drenched in melancholy, as your lady savours the lips of someone who is not you.

Oh. 

“You.” Comes the voice, indifferent unlike the loving coo that was just uttered to the girl cradled close to her chest. “I want you to tidy up my place while I take my darling home.”

Oh. 

A nod, or rather, a bow is all you can manage so as not to bare your features that is now marred with an endless cascade of tears.

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Peeved would be a horrible understatement. It does not bode well with Senjumaru that while you were all she could think about, you had been cosying up to another, who, for all she knows, could have been one of her friends. Judging from the little display the other day, it could very well have been Kirio. How laughable she must have appeared, being all overly defensive for naught. 

She admits however that she was unnecessarily cruel with her reaction, and that her little act of revenge was childish at best. Essentially, she has only herself to blame, misinterpreting your innocent admiration for her to be something else, something sacred. And now, with that calloused display of hers, she might have even ruined the bond that the two of you have shared. 

No matter how she reasons with herself, it still perturbs her after all, and once again, something ugly rears its head when she finds more of those lingering hickeys on your body while she crosses paths with you in Kirinden. 

Good and evil play a tug of war, and evil emerges victorious.

“Back from another fun, I presume?”

“Why do you care?”

“My, what gives you the impression that I do? I’m merely curious which one of my comrades’ bed one of my guards is diligently warming every night.”

“Curiosity kills the cat, Lady Senjumaru.”

Rising out of the pool like a predator on a hunt, she corners her prey. Whereas her spindly arms manipulate you so that you are facing away from her and then, trap you against the wall, her two hands find home in the dip of your hips, pulling you until your back fits into the curve of her body.

“And oh does it pounce!” Growls the hunter as lips find your nape, teeth bestowing bruises and tongue soothing stings, all the while you shake like a leaf in her bodily confine.

Her hands wander over to your ribcage, holding you there, thumbing the soft underside of your breasts. It has your back curving into her body.

“Swift work is my biggest selling point, you understand. Do not underestimate the name of Senjumaru.” The sinking of her teeth directly into the throbbing vein on your neck triggers your fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh. “Shu- ngh- Shutara.”

Senjumaru remembers a dream, an all too tantalising dream. In it, her charming little prey was deliciously caught in her web, and the great weaver has taken her sweet time savouring the delectable creature. What a divine little thing her prey was, squirming in her grasp and panting her name, ambrosia to her ears, while her mouth has mapped as many inches of skin as she could manage, committing everything to memory. It stays with her even when dawn breaks, except that, the dream she had was all but a dream, eluded Senjumaru. 

Amidst her arm twining round your chest, she hears it, a broken little sound that is but a tiny whisper. 

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The lady turns you in her arms. With gentle fingers, she tucks a few wayward strands behind your ears to reveal more of her colourful works, which she gingerly traces with a delicate digit. 

“These were my doing.” It is not a query, merely a statement.

“I understand that you have mistaken me for someone else.” You release a sigh, eyes slipping shut when a thumb presses onto a particularly sore spot. “So please, just let me be.”

“Is that what you want of me? To let you be?”

“What I want doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Your attempt to flee from her gaze is effectively put to an end by a hand cradling your jaw. Mindlessly, a thumb bestows soft caresses to the apple of your cheek. “Answer me.”

“It just doesn’t, alright? Because I’m not- I’m not what you want.” When you look into her eyes, she finds in yours the first dew of tears, and before they could escalate into a cloudburst, she pulls you into her six-armed embrace, your face safely tucked into the nook of her neck. Along with a soft lingering press of a kiss atop your temple, she breathes her words into your skin. “Though I have a penchant for darning, it seems I’m superb at tearing the one thing I want perfectly weaved.”

“I hate you, my lady.” By the way your hands are fisting into her flesh as though your life depends on it, she begs to differ, though she only indulges you, a ghost of a smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Do you now?”

“Very much so. I hate that I love you.”

“Oh, but my dearest, how I love that you love me.”

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[flusteredfools]

We Can Serve You Better, Than They Can (Nsfw)

Royal Guard Sun/Moon x Royal Highness Y/N

Summary:

It wasn’t your fault, none of it was but you were the one who was punished and both Sir Sun and Sir Moon hated that. It was the King’s affair with the Sorcerer that caused your unfortunate fate. He played with the wrong heart, made too many promises with no intent to keep them; and you, kind, sensitive, beautiful, youngest of seven royal children, last in line to the throne, originally the King’s favorite child, you took the punishment. A curse of lust, only to be cured by someone who truly loves you for more than what lies skin deep filling you up entirely; true love, they scoff. Every day as the sun sets, your body lights with an inner fire, every touch you feel feels hundreds times more sensitive to you and you yearn and beg for someone to hold you, fill you and ease the flames you feel burning inside. In the King’s attempt to keep his secret and your curse hidden, he built you your own annex; a few trusted servants, staff and just you, furthest away from everyone else until you were able to find your true love and lift the curse. 

Tried my best to keep it Gender Neutral and wouldn't you know writing smut is harder that way XD

[liillyliilly]

The Princess, The Guard, And The Impossible Task

oikawa tooru x reader words; 4209 synopsis; oikawa's just a commoner, his only chance to become a knight rests on watching the king's alarmingly cold daughter.

There never was a chance for him was there?

Oikawa Tooru was doomed to never to be a Knight for the Royal Family.

He wants to, desperately. Being just a mere commoner under the King’s rule was never his intention, but it was the life he was born into. That didn’t stop him from going for what he desired. There was a type of shine and luxury to being a Knight, they fight and protect the Kingdom, and then in exchange they get treated the way they want. Royals had it easy and Oikawa hated the injustice of it all.

So, he worked for it. He trained every single day. Even when his hands were blistering and until his feet had callouses on the heels, he would train. The regime for being a Knight was easy to follow. Training and practicing, Oikawa advanced quickly through the ranks of workers under the King. No one could stand in the way of his raging war path to Knighthood.

His best friend Iwaizumi helped to continue his progress when the public trainings became too dull and repetitive for Oikawa. Always pushing him and challenging him with new maneuvers, new sword attacks, even hand to hand combat.

Nothing stood in Oikawa's plan except for the fact that Knighthood was only given to those of blue blood, only if they were connected somewhere through the Royal lineage, only then were they ever given the chance to be a Knight.

The desire he had to be a knight shone through, and he was given an opportunity. The personal guard of the King often scouted Royals to join the Knights, especially from the certain classes of trainees for normal sheriffs. As the lonesome guard observed the class, Oikawa stood out to him.

Already a knight, Iwaizumi joined Oikawa in classes occasionally, the only person who could actually match Oikawa's drive and intensity without losing a finger in the process.

The King's guard watched as the two elite participants practiced. Oikawa's form was perfect in the dueling portion of the class, and yet he didn’t bear the simple emblem of Royal lineage on his left breast pocket. This intrigued the guard, if a normal subject of the Kingdom could advance this quickly to a class of this level and beat most of the other students then Oikawa was surely special enough to be Knighted. When the guard talked to the King about it, the King denied his request for Oikawa to be put through Knight training.

If Oikawa wanted to be a Knight then he would have to prove it to the King by his standards. By protecting something, something the thing the King held valuable to him. His only child, his daughter. Oikawa had heard rumors of the difficulty to find proper protection over Princess L/N. At the time, all Oikawa could think of was that he wanted to be a Knight, so he took the King’s offer.

In a trade, the form of his opportunity took shape. He would be the personal guard to the Princess for a month, and then if after his time guarding her, if he still wanted to be a Knight, he would be given the Knighthood.

At the end of the first day, there she sat writing notes in her notebook as her personal tutor droned on and on. Oikawa thought he would die of boredom just standing at the door keeping watch, but the Princess looked content with making her notes look fancy and adding all types of brightly colored ink on the crinkled tan pages.

Dipping her quill into bright blues, bloody reds, and earthy greens. The quill spiraled across the page in cursive print worthy of being framed and hung on the walls of the palace. Oikawa was simply admiring her abilities, nothing else, he mused. Not her hands, or the way the ink would stick to her skin when she accidentally brought the quill to her neck as she paused. Leaving dots of all colors across her collarbone.

After knowing her for a single day, Oikawa understood why all her other guards didn’t work out in the end. She was well behaved, almost too well behaved. She never spoke out of turn, she never blurted out her personal thoughts, she didn’t even try to make conversation with Oikawa and just gave him curt nods or shakes of her head.

It was almost as if she had been stripped away of any personality. But there were moments that her true character shone through, and Oikawa soon found himself searching for ways to bring it out. Even if he was just guarding her as a way to achieve his own personal gain, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t help her in the process, now could it?

Only a week after beginning his post as Y/n’s guard when she looked at him, Oikawa thought he was going to die. Her intense gaze shook him to his very core. She was putting away her latest reads back onto the grand bookshelves of the Royal Library, Oikawa carrying around twelve books in his arms.

She feigned disinterest at the way his arms would bunch and tighten, the muscles acting as a testament of his dedication. She finally agreed with her father's choice in guard clothing, sleeveless. Next time she would see if he could carry fifteen books instead. She knew he could handle it.

“You are thinking about me.” She took another book from his grasp and stood on her toes to return it onto the shelf.

“No, Princess, of course I am not-” Oikawa flushed. His mind ran with thoughts of her finding out that he wasn’t actually a Royal, or that she would ask him to stop guarding her and then he would lose his chance to become a Knight.

“Stop trying to get to know me. It’s easier that way.” She grabbed two more books and placed them away, before turning on her heel to the next row of shelves. The musty scent of paper and dust hung in the air, the smell clearly belonged in the library. The way the shuffling of her feet against the carpet floors, also belonged. The way Oikawa could see her weaving in and out of the rows of books, she so clearly belonged in the library.

Oikawa had tried to conversate between her lessons, when she was out in the palace gardens, when she was doing small chores that he had tried to do instead. He was trying to know her, to make the companionship less of a bore and more of an enriching engagement in learning about the future ruler over the kingdom.

“If there is one thing that I cannot stand, Oikawa, it’s people who shove their noses into others’ business.”

Oikawa was playing her game now. She had challenged him the moment she had started talking, and she was winning. If she was going to be bold, then he was as well.

“And Princess, if there is one thing that I cannot stand, it is Princesses who hardly have any semblance of a personality.” Oikawa could have sworn he saw her smirk when she tried to hide her face behind the arm she was using to put away the last book from his hands.

She held her head high as they exited the library, she nodded to her servants that went about their way, cleaning and making preparations for the next ball. When they went down an empty hallway, she moved to face Oikawa, closing space between them as she threatened him.

“You will never know me. At least not the version of me you so stubbornly want to see.” As she went to put distance between them, Oikawa found himself wishing he could still smell the cocoa and coconut oil scent that radiated off of her.

“What if I told you that I already know everything about you?” Oikawa wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t oblivious, and he was most definitely not unaware of the way she flinched whenever her father walked into the same room as her. “You are hiding, hiding behind your façade of the perfect little Princess.”

Although he was desperate to know more. He wanted to know what she looked like in the morning just waking up, how her smile looked if she was kissing someone, him even, how all her little sounds worked together to narrate her pleasure.

She scowled at him before dropping the anger and putting up another mask of simple contentment as they reached her bedroom.

“And you have a secret, I can tell. So, I propose a race, of sorts, Oikawa. If you can figure out the real me then I’ll let my father Knight you early. If I can figure out whatever your secret is then you have to leave my Kingdom and never return.”

“Sounds like an impossible task Princess. It isn’t fair if you are never going to give me an opportunity to know the real you, as you so bluntly stated it.”

“Fine, I will adjust the conditions of this figurative race then. I will do my best to give opportunities for you to see who I am. That way, our game is fair.” She smiles at him before entering her room and shutting the door.

She never slammed the door on him. When she held the door open for him once, after a garden walk, he knew she wasn't like any Princess he had heard of from all the other kingdoms. Harsh, prissy, cruel, Princesses were the only kind of Princess? Or so he had thought before he became familiar with his own Princess.

Oikawa nodded his head in the face of her closed door, before taking his post to the side. Leaning against the wall, he rested his foot against the brick and let out a deep sigh. He really was playing a dangerous game with her. But he couldn’t let his growing feelings be the reason for his demise. In a game with Y/n, he couldn’t lose, or else everything he had worked for would have been for nothing.

As much as Oikawa wanted his interactions with her to be nothing but formal, professional, he often found that he crossed the line often. He was following her as she walked about the market, looking at all the wares foreign traders had come to sell and buy. Fresh fruits and crisp vegetables made the entire market area smell like a kitchen. As Oikawa caught a glimpse of the jewelry stands, he saw the necklace that had caught his eye. It was a simple chain, with a simple diamond, but it was colored in a way that looked exactly like his Princess’s eyes.

As Y/n inspected some of the ceramic vases available, Oikawa bought the necklace and placed it around his neck, hiding the diamond underneath his shirt. The metal was cold against his warm skin. But he felt comforted by the idea of having something that resembled her close to him. When she walked up to his side again, Oikawa coughed into his elbow, making her pay attention to him.

“You should get this one.” Oikawa pointed to a large and gaudy emerald ring. Y/n chuckled before nodding her head.

“If you ask me, Oikawa, it fits you a lot better than it fits me.” She states seriously and with a blank look on her face. Oikawa gasps, and fakes hurt by putting a hand to his forehead.

“Princess, you wound me.” Y/n pats his head before cooing slightly. Oikawa wishes he could have kissed her cheek in that moment. But then he remembers, he is her guard. She is a princess. Their relationship is nothing but a business exchange. It is not a friendship and as much as he wishes, it is not a courtship.

On the days she is quieter, Oikawa still talks to her. Even if she hardly responds. If he did get a response it was a simple upwards turn of her mouth, or a movement of her head. He rambles to her about random things, or of his opinions, and she listens. Oikawa had gotten used to people hearing him, but he never had someone listen to him.

“And the Knights are so, they just get to be and do whatever they want. I want that kind of freedom.” He exhales as Y/n continues to braid the fabric of the doll she is making.

“Why are you making a doll? You don’t have any in your room, or keep any in your spot in the library.”

Y/n hums, before cutting off a thread and setting the doll down onto the table. She shifts her chair so her chair is directly across from where Oikawa stood against her bedroom wall.

“Do you know how many children in this kingdom don’t have parents?” Oikawa shakes his head. “They deserve something for all they go through. So, I make these dolls, and have them delivered to the orphanages, anonymously of course.”

“Of course?” Oikawa questions.

“If my father knew that it was me doing this he would get upset, telling me to spend my time in a way that could actually come to an eventual fruition. Or at least a ‘noble cause’ as he calls it.”

Oikawa clenches his teeth. Over the days, his opinion of his King has lowered and lowered. The King is nothing but horrible to the servants, while Y/n makes up for it by being kind and forgiving. The King is brash and rude to the poor and needy, where Y/n does everything she can to provide a way of suitable living for all. If it was up to Oikawa, he would kick out the King and have Y/n rule. She would rule with a strong will but open mind.

Oikawa still needed to train, keeping in peak condition. But one day, he pushed himself too far and pulled a muscle. He kept groaning as he walked around with Y/n, his leg pulsing with hot blood and sore ligaments. After he had accidentally cursed as he stepped forward, Y/n stopped walking around the ballroom, holding the delicate decorations in her hand.

“Is there something bothering you Oikawa?” Worry was dripping on her words.

“Everything is fine, Princess.” When he takes a step forward, he falls from the lack of strength in his leg.

“Tooru!” Y/n immediately moves so that she is cradling his head. She takes a deep breath. “Oikawa, can you move?”

“Yes, I can. My leg is just-”

“You are lying. Stop lying to me. You clearly hurt your leg. Let me go get some help.” She offers, but Oikawa grips her hand.

“Don’t. If anyone found out that I was incapable of protecting you then my Knighthood would be at risk.” Y/n opened her mouth to say something but held back.

So, they just stay there. Oikawa resting his head on Y/n lap, trying to ignore the feeling of his leg aching, but focusing on the way she nervously runs a hand through his hair. He swears, as he looks up into her eyes, that he would protect her with his life.

If the game was supposed to be dangerous and scary, then why did Oikawa like playing it with her? He knew what the answer was, he likes her, that much is clear.

Later that evening, Oikawa rubbed his leg while sitting on his straw bed. The boarding for him was impromptu, but at least it was warm in the lowest level of the castle.

When a knock rapped at his door, he assumed Iwaizumi had finally come back from an assignment and wanted to share the stories of his adventures. His surcoat rested on his chair, leaving him in a loose linen top and brown fabric pants, the tie of his shirt undone and the expanse of his chest visible.

"Iwai, you lucky bastard-"

She coughed lightly into her arm, looking up to the casing as if it held the secrets of the world.

"Give me two moments." She nodded before stifling a laugh, shifting to a light giggle that he could hear from his side of the door.

Quickly tying his shirt up, and throwing his coat over his frame, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Princess, come in."

She was draped in a black cape, with a hood over her head. She looked around his room, grazing over his personal belongings that rested on his chest of drawers. She motioned for him to sit back down on his bed, he limped slightly. Pulling out a vial from her pocket, she patted his bad knee softly.

"Slide your pant leg up if you would please." How could she say something like that without any sort of hesitance? He obliged.

Slowly, she poured the vial into her hand little by little, rubbing the mixture over his calf, knee, and stopping midway up his thigh. It smelt of mint and lemon. She smiled at him wordlessly, leaving about a half full vial on his side table.

The feeling of her hands on his leg, caring and tender, made him lightheaded.

Days later, after what Oikawa now referred to as the pinnacle for his affections for his Princess, was the biggest hurt he had ever experienced. Sitting in the courtyard, she sat with her journal and a book, reading for minute before rushing to write her thoughts down onto her journal. Oikawa stole away her book, lifting it high above his head, leaving her jumping around him trying to get her book back.

“Why do you flinch whenever the King enters the room?” His question seemed like a simple one, maybe the shining gold of the King’s robes shined onto her eyes a little too much. Or perhaps his worst nightmare would be true. The nightmare that haunted him was that all Royals beat their kids into submission.

“My father is not a kind person, especially not when you are his only child and you have to deal with the highest expectations of perfection placed onto your shoulders.” She stops trying to jump, giving him the answer, the one he was looking for. Except now he didn’t want to know the answer. Oikawa holds onto her elbow keeping her close to him.

“That bastard. Who would even think to hit a child?” Oikawa sets the book down, looking at her as both of their eyes slowly sheen over with tears. He's supposed to be her guard, his only job is to protect her, and he feels horrible that he couldn’t protect her when she needed him most.

She swallows thickly before opening her mouth to croak out an answer, “A king would hit a child.”

She steals the book away from where it sat on the bench, grabbing her journal from Oikawa as well. Trying to exit the courtyard through the archway that is covered in flora. Oikawa lets her leave.

The next day when Oikawa has to take her into the ballroom to check the preparations, his impulse to block her from the King by rushing to put his arm in front of her can’t be stopped. Y/n lightly pushes his arm down and gives her father a side hug, as he goes on about her planning.

“The design really is beautiful, using the autumnal colors to decorate is pure genius.” The King rambles, and Oikawa has to stop himself from seething at his words. Oikawa clears his throat before speaking.

“Your majesty, may I talk to you about my Knighthood?” Y/n’s eyebrows shoot up and she gapes, her eyes wide.

“Don't you still have another week or so of guarding my child?”

“I would like to revoke my place of potential Knighthood.” Oikawa didn’t want to work for a corrupt leader, even if it gave him the opportunity for the easiest way out of leading a life as a simple cog in the machine of the Kingdom.

“Oh, really why is-”

“Father, mother called for you an hour ago. You must meet her, or else she might anger.” Y/n cuts in.

The king smiles at his daughter, cups her face in his hand before uttering a goodbye, “We will talk later Oikawa.” He nodded and made his escape, his long cape of expensive fabric trailing behind him.

Y/n turns to Oikawa, her bottom lip trembling slightly. “All you have ever wanted was Knighthood, why now do you choose to revoke your only chance of getting it? If it is because of what I told you the other day, please reconsider your reasoning. Oikawa, I will not let you throw away your opportunity.”

Oikawa would have begun arguing immediately, had it not been for her first sentence. “My only chance of getting Knighted?” Y/n covers her mouth with her hands, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

“You know. You know I'm not of royal blood.” He whispers.

“I wasn’t going to tell you that I found out. You have to know that.” Y/n blinks a couple times to try and get rid of any possible tears.

“You figured it out and yet you didn’t make me leave the kingdom. Why?” Oikawa is glad that the ballroom in empty, leaving him and Y/n to stand in the center of the huge room. This confrontation wouldn't feel less important if it was in any other place. This conversation would feel as entangled and deep even if it was on a dirt path, if it was in the stables, anywhere.

“Because I like having you around Oikawa, is that not clear to you?” She goes silent as she waits for Oikawa to respond. She holds onto her skirt tightly, wrinkling the baby blue silk fabric. Oikawa rushes to kiss her. And she lets him. Her hand lets go of her dress as Oikawa wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, protecting her. When he swipes his tongue along her bottom lip, she backs up slightly before shaking her head and chuckling lightly.

“I love you.” He presses his lips to her neck, before nuzzling his nose into the curve between her shoulder and neck.

Y/n ruffles his hair, before kissing the crown of his head. She can’t stop the nerves that build in her chest though. “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll revoke my demand of Knighthood. And resolve to keep being your personal guard.” Oikawa said it like it was gospel.

“What about,” She pauses before grabbing his face to make him look at her, “What about us?”

Oikawa wants to curl up into a ball and die. The rules of society seem dead set on keeping them apart. Royals don’t court, never mind marry, commoners. Oikawa thinks, he thinks harder than he ever has before. Royals can marry Knights. Oikawa can become a Knight, and then he can be with Y/n. He wants to kiss her, and instead of holding back he doesn’t. She lets out a stunned gasp before kissing back.

He nips at her bottom lip, and pushes on her neck so she faces up to him for a better angle. She wraps her arms around his neck and tilts her head to the side, moving her lips from his to his check, and then trailing light kisses along his jawline. Oikawa sighs.

She slips her hand to the front of his chest. Oikawa's ears turn cherry tinted. When she reaches in and pulls out his diamond necklace, he turns his face to the side to avoid eye contact.

"Really?" He nods. "I thought my mind had tricked me that time, you know, when I helped you out." For her it was like a mirror of her own eyes, seeing the same color shining right back at her.

When she reaches into the front of her own blouse, Oikawa's neck flares. She pulls out a similar necklace, with a slightly larger pendant, the same color as Oikawa's own eyes.

"Like milk chocolate," She holds the pendant up to his eyes, "It's not quite identical, I tried to get the jeweler to capture the right color but they just couldn't."

He kisses her open palm. He adjusts his surcoat, leaving his necklace visible over the fabric with royal insignia embroidered all over.

She furrowed her eyebrows then looked to the ground before meeting his eyes again. “You're going through with it. You are going to try to become a Knight, aren’t you?” Oikawa nods, his hair falling onto his forehead.

“But, what about-”

“I don’t want there to be any reasons for us not to be together. I can figure everything out, I promise.”

Oikawa was eventually Knighted, then he married Y/n. The commoner turned into a Knight, then into the future King. So, Oikawa supposes, there never was a chance of him being a Knight. Because now, he ruled the kingdom with the only person he could ever imagine to be right by his side, Y/n. He still called her ‘Princess’ though, purely from habit, and because he would always remember the kind of person he first knew her as.

[jeanbie]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #5 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: royal guard au | warnings: mature language, fantasy worlds, violence, blood, character death, battle violence, decapitation, game of thrones inspired violence | wc: 3.4k

note: one of my fave works ever :')

⏤ Imagine the way they say I love you. Imagine the words shouted at top volume, in the middle of an argument, never meant to come out that way.

Growing up, Levi had rarely thought of anybody other than himself. He was selfish, arrogant, cold and standoffish to his friends and family, brooding in his chambers and isolated from children his age. And so, really, he can’t complain about the fact that his father got fed up by his antics and sent him to a facility outside of his village, grooming boys into men, men into Gods who would later serve Lords and Ladies. Levi had never expected to go up in the world, but he did; quite possibly, Levi had the biggest task on hand after his graduation- like every great Kingdom, there was a monarchy. And, as it so happened, their princess was in need of a protector.

He’d been doing that since he was nineteen, standing like a shadow behind the young princess and watching without judgement as she cried, as she obeyed, as she writhed under the stares of suitors and yells from the monarchy behind closed doors. Levi was still selfish, despising the King and Queen and at the same time, needing every moment of his life to be by your side, making sure nobody hurt you or even thought of touching you. Princess Y/N, the only daughter and heir to this Kingdom; his Princess and his life, who he’d do anything for.

Should the city fall, Levi had a conditioned procedure and a network of exits to take, including a well-known passage out of the city towards the Sacred Temple of the Anders, where he had trained meticulously for eight years of his life. Naturally, Levi had never felt the need to practise this with you- this Kingdom was safe and secure, and would never fall under siege. 

Of course, now, he curses himself; outside the window, Levi can see turrets of thick grey smoke rising to the sky and glimpses of flames inside shop windows, the screams of the people- by extension, his people- as they fled on foot, on horse, on all fours, escaping the flames and the gunshots and the arrows that were being shot from trees and dugouts, men on horseback.

“Your Grace, it is of paramount importance that we leave right this instant.”

Behind him, Levi can hear the grand maester shouting at you from the door to your keep, his chains clinking nervously as a thud sends bricks from a nearby avenue crashing through the castle walls. He gasps with horror and has the nerve to grab at your arm, as Levi sees when he turns around. Before he can intervene, you yank yourself out of his grasp with a scowl.

“I will leave when I please, and I will leave when Levi says so. If you have anything against my judgement, I would enjoy hearing it at a trial for your head. Now, if you don’t mind,” you huff, finally looking at Levi and as you turn, your expression falls. 

There’s no word from the King or Queen, or any other royal council member for that matter. As the world comes crumbling down, there’s only you and him, and the withering old maester who eventually loses nerve, treasonously scoffing in your direction before finally fleeing down the swirling staircase towards, presumably, the next best exit.

Levi follows his body as he leaves before looking back at you, feeling his heart wrench at your fallen expression, eyes filling with tears and skin glassy. He takes several steps forward, because Levi is the only person authorised to be within inches of you without asking beforehand, and takes your forearms in his hands gently.

“Princess, I believe it is time to go,” he says.

“My parents- the King, the Queen-”

“Should have already left, your Grace,” Levi finishes. Your bottom lip quivers with the threat of a cry, and Levi without thinking cups your face with his hands, his thumb smoothing a fallen tear away. “It’s okay. I’ve got you and I’m not going to let a single thing happen to you, okay?”

You nod around a sniffle, gently stepping away and placing your crown down onto the bed, on a pillow where you hope it will remain. If not, somebody else can wear it with pleasure; if there’s a chance your family are alive, they might even look for you once this is all over. Otherwise…

You look back at Levi, whilst he’s busy taking another glance out of the window as if analysing the outside damage. Levi was undeniably one of the strongest, bravest and most selfless people you thought you had ever met. He put you before anything, even if it meant danger for himself, and absolutely anybody in the world would be lucky to have him in their service. While he stares away, you catch your breath and slip your hand into his, wanting the safety of his touch, his presence, to physically feel him there with you.

When your hand slots into his, Levi snaps his head away from the damage and stares at them, intertwined. He sniffs and inhales the smell of dust and brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles and finally looking at you with a scared, yet composed breath of air: “Okay. Stay as close to me as you can, okay?”

“Yes,” you reply quietly, immediately doing as he says and gluing yourself to his body. He welcomes it, embracing it, as he hurriedly begins a descent down the staircase and onwards with his pre-planned escape route. 

It’s simple, and easy to navigate, made up of stairways and corridors that only he knows about, lefts and rights down walkways that hadn’t been dusted in years. With every grumble of damage above your head, you whimper, following Levi further down the castle before finally reaching the dungeon doors. It could be easy for Levi, if he were the type, to kill you in here, or hand you over to the invaders as a welcome present, but he doesn’t; he pushes the door open and pulls you inside, setting off towards the back entrance that just occurs to you is open and untouched, revealing out towards the back of the castle near the creek, and the open passage you both used on evenings to explore the city and the fields, catch frogs in the spring in the pools, watch fireflies and lanterns on summer evenings.

Levi has you halfway down the corridor when suddenly he pushes you into an alcove, the sound of spraying bullets echoing in the corridor. A torn cry of horror leaves your throat as Levi pushes his weight onto you and against the wall in a crouch. A series of voices in a foreign dialect laugh from further by the exit, footsteps slowly moving forward. They think they’ve got a hit.

“Are you hit? Are you hurt?” Levi asks hurriedly, his hands searching for injuries he won’t forgive himself for.

“No, no. Are you?” you reply and he shakes his head quickly, sighing with premature relief. “Levi-”

“I am going to go out there and I’m going to clear the way for us,” he explains, and the plan sounds diabolical and you shake your head as he speaks, “and when I say so, you will run down that corridor and outside. If I’m not behind you, then you must go without me. Go as far as you can, past the forest like we used to, towards the windmill and the lonely tree.”

“Levi-”

“There will be someone there for you,” Levi continues breathlessly, “and they will take you someplace safe, okay? Promise me, please. Promise me you will do as I say.”

You gape at him as he tries to hand you something in his fist. “What? No, absolutely not, I will not leave you behind! Who do you think I am?”

“You are the Princess and your safety is my number one concern.”

“Yes, I am the Princess, and I command you to stay by my side,” you stress indignantly. “I am not leaving here without you.”

Levi’s face darkens with frustration, the item in his hand now forced into yours. You realise that it is a necklace- his necklace, with his family ring attached like a pendant, the chain slightly dirty and skinny. As tears pool in your eyes, you glare at him.

“Don’t be so stupid,” Levi snaps. “Don’t you dare put my life before yours.”

“But you can put mine before yours?”

“That is my job!” Levi replies. The footsteps are approaching closer, hurried and searching. “Just do as I say!”

“No, I can’t-I can’t leave you, Levi.”

“You hold no obligation to save my life,” Levi points out. “So, why?”

“Because,” you cry out. “Because I love you, Levi! That’s why!”

The words come out without you wanting them to, and you can’t undo it; Levi hears it over the crashes of explosions above you and he’s rendered speechless, his eyes looking at every feature of your face with an unreadable expression. He looks pained, heartbroken, his head tilting up with a forced, “fuck,” and he blinks rapidly, to stop his eyes from filling up.

“Why,” he says quietly, looking back at you; his eyebrows are pinched, his face in agony, “why now? Why would you say that now?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I’ll get to say it again,” you admit, and after you say them, Levi looks like he’s actually about to cry when he pulls your face towards his, capturing your lips in a firm and deep kiss. It’s short, because it has to be, and he holds your face for a little longer before sighing shakily and pulling away. “Levi- please-”

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, nodding as he speaks. He reaches for his sword- he knows how to use it around the hunting rifles, because they’re slow to reload, and heavy, and he’s not. “You know what to do. Okay? Hm? Yeah, okay?”

You force yourself to nod: “Okay.”

Levi doesn’t want to leave, but he knows that above anything else he wants in the world, he wants you to be able to live, and rest at the end of the day. Granting himself another few seconds to look at you and memorise your face, he smiles around his pain and turns into the hallway. Immediately as he steps out, hellfire; you clench your eyes closed and cover your ears with your hands, struggling to breathe around heavy sobs. From your mouth leaves frantic cries to God, asking him that if he’s there and if he loves you, will he save the one you need to keep living?

A few moments pass, and as you bury your head between your knees, a cold hand on your head makes you shoot up with alarm. Spotting Levi’s face in the blur of your tears makes you cry more, not at first recognising the wound in his leg, the blood pouring down his skin and his trousers torn around the knees. Levi says something- you can see his lips moving but nothing is coming out; he forces you up off the floor and holds you close to him as he limps back out into the corridor. As he hurries you down, you trip over the extended hands of bodies Levi has slain, their faces forever remembered as the ones who tried to take him away from you.

The sunshine of the creek is what you can see, and it occurs to you that Levi has smuggled you out. As expected, by the apple tree by the fountain is the white horse Levi raised from a foal, his mane matted and slightly bloody. He whinnies as Levi clambers forward, and before he raises himself up onto his back, he helps you up, a hand on your legs as he lifts you with a quiet grunt. He doesn’t have much time- the sound of battle cries back towards the castle indicates that more rebels have seen the slaughter, and they know you’ve escaped. 

Levi untangles his horse’s reins from the tree branch and heaves himself up; you're sitting in his lap, essentially, unsafely with your body facing his and legs swung around his waist. He does this for his own selfish needs to keep you safe, his arms around you to cage you in so you don’t fall. Wasting no time, Levi rattles the reigns and the horse gallops towards the entry.

For a few minutes, he thinks he’s safe.

Your head is on his shoulder, your ragged gasps of air in his ear and blowing on his neck. Levi just wants to cry- he wants to cry so badly and loudly, and lift you up in his arms and tell you that he loves you and that he’d do anything for you. Those three words are on his tongue ready to be spilled when the crack of a whip sends a shudder down his spine. Over his shoulder, you squeak with fear as a herd of rebels emerges from down the street, blobs that slowly gain shape as they hurry towards you with haste.

The scenery is a green and brown blur, the smoke from your kingdom clustering in the sky and filling the air with a choking and overwhelming smell of ash and fire. That same fire catches to the trees, flames spreading like water spilling and the wildlife protected by your family name scurry away to safety, deer on the road next to you, a squirrel catching a ride on the back of a wild wolf that pays no mind to Levi and his horse. It’s a game of life or death.

Further down the narrow path, Levi sees them; he sees the group of Anders boys standing around the lonely tree on top of the passing hill, where the end of the kingdom stands. He can make out three, on horseback and he doesn’t let himself get too excited- instead he sends his horse rushing towards them. Behind the three, there was more, he could see heads bobbing like fishing boats as the horse settled on the grass. Anders could help them- Anders could get rid of the rebels behind you.

Around his waist, Levi feels you shuffle, your hands creeping up his back between his shoulder blades as you sit back to look at his face. He trusts his horse and looks at you with faith.

“We’re almost there,” he promises, his eyes looking deep into yours as they flicker to the rebels and back to them: “Don’t look at them, baby, look at me, okay? Look at me, Y/N.”

You do, focusing in on his gaze.

“I love you so much,” Levi says, his composure slipping. “I love you.”

“I know,” you reply softly. His horse gallops faster, nearing the hill. The grass is right ahead, “I know. I love you too-”

A horrified scream leaves Levi’s throat as the rebels send out their arrows; one flies through the back leg of his horse and the other shoots straight through your skull, a circle of red around the middle of your eyes as the arrow hits your brain and kills you instantly. As his horse falls, so do you; everything goes tumbling to the twigs and gravel in a matter of seconds and Levi cannot breathe.

Anders move from the hill downwards but he’s not even looking. Levi feels his whole body shaking and his heart hammering in his chest, bile in his throat; your head is split open with crimson, the blood shining in the sun and Levi cries out loud, shouting to the skies as he frantically holds your head with his hands, feeling his body go rigid with tremors as he inhales the smell of your skull, his hands covered with it. This was his fault- he had told you not to look; if you’d have looked, you could have seen them raising their arrows, he could have taken cover - he could have saved you.

Levi is not the only person paralysed; the shooter freezes on his horse. He wasn’t supposed to hit you. He was aiming for Levi, but his horse had jolted and he let go too soon; without you, there was no chance the other kingdoms would accept their King on the throne. He pulls his horse back, trying to flee, but Mike from Anders slices the leg of his horse off, watching the stallion move to the floor with pain and Mike ends its suffering before it can truly suffer, thrusting his sword into the chest of the shooter without a word.

Levi sits. 

Even when Erwin, another man from Anders, comes up behind him with his hands on his shoulders, trying to force him back, he doesn’t budge. He can barely hear Erwin screaming at him to move, everything feels like he’s underwater. When Erwin removes his hand quickly and Levi feels the floor vibrating beneath his knees, Levi looks up. Anders have tucked their tails and left, Mike now on his horse and retreating back to the tree. The rebels can’t touch them there- they’re on sacred ground.

In his head, flashing images of your smile replay, the static in his ears. This was his fault. This was all his fault.

Quietly, Levi whispers I’m sorry, his lips on your hands as he gently sets you down on the floor. Mike rides up to him, stopping for one moment and looking at him silently. Nothing is said but he knows what to do, he knows what Levi wants. 

In less than three seconds, Mike jumps off his horse and gathers you in his arms, mounting the horse once more and riding towards the plains. If Levi’s lucky, they might get his body too.

Rising to his feet, Levi feels a wave of anger washing over him; his body vibrates with hostility and his face is darkened with pain and sorrow and guilt. As the rebels surge towards him, singing battle cries, Levi unsheathes his sword and stands his ground, feeling the energy from the earth ride through his body. All he can think about is you- his Y/N, his Princess, his meaning and will to live.

And they’ve taken that away from him.

Levi fights for your honour until he feels the clean blade of a sword on his neck. When the blade cuts and slices Levi’s head off his neck and shoulders, Mike’s horse bristles and he turns away unexpectedly, bringing you closer to his chest and retreating down the plain and back towards the Temple of Anders.

If Erwin wanted, he and his men could shoot those rebels, who laugh and cheer tauntingly as they drag Levi’s body up and pull it towards one of their horses. On the side, in a sack on one of the stallions, Erwin spots the tufts of fur from a wolf from the sacred forests, blood dripping from the sawn-off head like a tap. The foreign rebels are famous for what they’ll do next, and what they’ll show to celebrate the death of the monarchy- the irony of a sacred creature sewn onto a sacred guard to the sacred monarchy.

Erwin turns away. What’s done is done, and the only thing he can do now, is save himself.

[the-whispers-of-death]

i miss king!stone how is my boy

Let me just say it took me an embarrassingly long time to find the King!Stone Drabble, because I was convinced for some reason that I had written it when I had started to deviate putting things on my numerous masterlists (why did I start doing that?) but I checked my Stone x Male!Reader Masterlist, and there it was. Thankfully. Cause I was not finding it when I was searching on my Tumblr blog.

Anyways, here's the first post. Let's get into the juicy parts.

King!Stone was shameless staring out the window of his bedchambers which was conveniently looking out into the courtyard where you were training with the rest of the Royal Guard. A Royal Guard which was his alone and loyal to him.

It soothed him to know he finally had guards that were truly his own, no longer sullied by the influence of his late father. And the cherry on the top was you, his Head Guard who made his heart race.

He knew he shouldn't be falling for you, but he couldn't help it. With you around, he felt safe. Felt like he could shed the cold and stoic demeanor his father had beaten into him.

So it was only right that he watched you train, so that he could make sure you were still his guard. That you were still safe.

His brown eyes took in every detail of you as you sparred with another guard, drinking in the sight of your muscles moving beneath all that armor.

When it came to you, he was like a virgin—scratch that, he was actually a virgin. He was like a dehydrated man and you were a river, he wanted to drink everything you were, consume you until you were all he could think about.

A little voice in his head, that sounded an awful lot like his later father's, told him he was being pathetic. He was a king and yet here was, vying for your attention. But his heart couldn't help it, not when you'd glance up and at the palace's windows and you'd smile at seeing him looking down at you.

He was bewitched by you, destined to foolishly follow after you like you were the king and he was the guard. He desired you, desired to have you beside him on a throne.

But he forced himself to slow his thoughts down, to just be content in staring at you from afar.

After all, Stone might be a king but before that, he was his father's weapon. A beast on the battlefield. Surely, you desired someone better than a man wrought with war and paranoia. You deserved to settle down with someone who was calmer and could give the peace you no doubt could give him.

Little did he know, all you desired was him. And you felt very guilty for that.

So here you two were, believing the other deserved more than you could offer.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#546 Flirting

Baul Coming to ask Lilia(You) how to...deal with his half-human grandkids...

Royal Guard!Lilia*yawns*

Yuu*Coming in the room with two cups of coffee and biscuits* Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring

Royal Guard!Lilia: Then you must be exhuasted~

Baul Zigvolt: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely

[mitsundere]

as an avid rofan enjoyer ur so right about gepard being 2nd ml coded 😭 HE'S SUCH A PERFECT FIT he would be suspicious of fl at first (if they first meet like mc did in jarilo) but then warm up to her and become friends and then she'd show him how to take care of himself and not be such a workaholic and maybe they meet by chance when he patrols omfg the possibilities...and then gepard realizes way late he has a crush (and he's at a disadvantage bc he isn't a black haired cold duke of the north who the fl is in an arranged marriage with) and he blushes sm around her even though he knows perfectly well how to be chivalrous he just makes more mistakes and blanks out....and tries to grow flowers that remind him of her...but keeps his distance bc she's married and gets heartbroken when he sees fl and cold duke growing closer and closer </3 (i yapped a little sorry lmao) i can count on one hand the manhwas with mls that remind me of him and that's something that needs to change Right Now

YOU GET MEEEE he drowns himself in his work again to try and distract himself, but he's still clearly affected by it 💔 when he overworks himself, he gets reminded of the FL's concern for him and he just. suffers more. like i'm gonna need to get isekai'd or something to help mend his broken heart (another trope i adore /coughs)...

imagine him with a person he's never met before, showering him in so much love and affection.. he wouldn't know what to do!!! gepard is still the polite nobleman that he is, but his politeness keeps people at a distance rather than pull them towards him (which is understandable since everyone in the nation knows about his recent heartbreak). yet this person keeps approaching him. constantly asks about his day, how he's feeling, etc. and even offers to try doing his work for him just to ease the burden off his shoulders.

and it works. the servants are the first to notice the change, then his sisters, and gepard is the last person to realize that his chest doesn't hurt as much anymore, or he isn't feeling as exhausted as usual.

over time, he started avoiding the garden he loved so much because it brought about painful memories of him and the FL. the one time he visits it again, he sees that person watering the flowers that reminded him of the FL. they don't notice him, but he has the opportunity to see the way the morning sun shines on their disheveled hair and blessing their cheeks with warmth. the dirt on their garments. the silly little tune they hummed and the gentle smile on their face—

gepard knows this feeling blooming in his chest all too well, and for the first time in months, he doesn't mind being in this garden again

[beautifulplaceofyouth]

this edit just makes my ff look so hot 🔥

Chapter 1

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Btw, the image is not mine created, only edited so credit goes to the original creator/artist.

a/n: The next update is coming tomorrow so stay tuned for Chapter 12 on Wednesday May 8. - Exact time is still unknown.

[phaticserpent]

An Eternity with You is All I Dream Of

Royal Guard!Ultron x Royal Fem!Reader AU

Warning: Angst (hurt/comfort), fluff, smut

NOTE: Yay, the long waited fanfic for reaching 1k!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy <3 !!!

Word Count: 5,5884

     You had always considered Ultron a childhood friend; although, according to him, ‘childhood friends’ would be too much of a title for him. He was part of the Kingdom’s Royal Guard, the General in fact and the other sentries were well-known protectors or assistants. Growing up, you were constantly reminded of the difference in ranks and your parents were constantly pushing you away from him. 

‘He’s not for you,’ or ‘He’s the Guard, he’s only here to protect you,’ or ‘You need other friends.’ You were growing tiresome of the excuses, but that didn’t stop you from meeting him or visiting while he was on-duty. 

You were hiding from your parents, knowing they were about to pester you with unnecessary excuses to drag you away. You used Ultron’s large figure to hide behind him, avoiding the maids, who were probably searching for you. 

“Did you hear about the festival, My Lady?” His voice rumbled softly. “I shall be your escort, if you desire.”

“What festival?” You grinned up at him. “And no need for formalities, you may always call me (Y/N).”

“While the other sentries were on-duty within the kingdom, I heard about an upcoming festival tonight. It’ll be filled with food, performances….I also heard some popular artists will be selling handcrafted artistry.” Ultron turned to look at you. “I know how much you like them. It shall be my gift for you.” 

“Oh no need, you’ll only need to escort me.” You smiled. “I look forward to it!”

“(Y/N)!” Your mother cried out. “I have been looking all over for you.” The Queen marched towards you and yanked you away from Ultron, who returned to his position. 

“I was only talking.” You yanked your arm away from her grip. “I’m fine.” 

“Don’t think about running away,” the Queen grabbed your arm. “You’re of age and no suitor. By Heavens, child.” You rolled your eyes as she dragged you away, catching one last glimpse of Ultron before following begrudgingly. Ultron only wished that he was a different rank. 

He quickly shifted position to guard your bedroom, watching carefully as a maid slipped in to leave clothes for you before leaving. You appeared momentarily with an exhausted expression, one he knew too well. You slipped into your room without another word and stared at the fancy dress laid out for you. 

“Gods…..suitors, why do I need suitors?” You mumbled bitterly. Ultron snorted lightly at your words, while you were struggling to put on the dress. Romance…..dating…..they're all nonsense. This damn dress…… He stood still as you cracked the door open, peering up at him. “Ultron….I need your help.” You whispered. Making sure no one else was around, he discretely entered your room as you held your hair. He didn’t need to breathe, but he swore he could feel it leave him as he gazed at you. Nervously, he grabbed the two strings and gently tightened it. 

“Is this okay?” 

“A little bit tighter…..” You instructed, feeling the ropes tighten gently and you couldn’t hold yourself from chuckling. He paused and through your uncontrollable fit of laughter, you managed to choke out, “I’m going to walk out there…..and since the dress isn’t tight enough, it’ll fall off and I’ll be….topless in front of people.” He didn’t even want to imagine the outcome or the situation. Without hesitation, he quickly secured the corset, as you didn’t have time to react and fastened the strings. 

Your face was red from the laughter and slight tears were displayed at the corner of your eyes. Ultron's words were caught in his throat as you beamed. “M-My apologies, Your Royal Highness.” Ultron stuttered out before leaving the room. You breathed in and out, getting used to the outfit, chuckling at his reaction. 

��    Soon enough, you were ready to face the suitors your parents had chosen. Granted, you were a bit late but you didn’t doubt that your parents were used to it. You walked out of the room, closing the door as Ultron waited to walk with you. Your face was flushed as your cheeks were tinted, but you still grinned up at him. Ultron could feel himself heating up  Amused, you could hear the way his vents roar as he averted his gaze. “You’re…..You look beautiful, as always.” 

“Come on.” You reached out your hand for him to take, and he reluctantly intertwined his hand with yours. “I wonder what kind of suitors my parents picked out. I bet they can’t even compare to you.” 

It took a moment for him to process what you implied. “M-My lady,” Ultron stammered out. “I am but your Royal Guard….it is and will always be my responsibility to guard and protect you. You know it is unlawful for me to engage with you, romantically.” 

“Unlawful my ass.” You snorted. “I don’t care about that.”

“....That is, your responsibility.” He spoke very softly, still, you heard. You stopped shortly as you turned to face him, taking both of his hands into yours. 

“Ultron, you have been with me since I could remember. You taught me almost everything I know….you read me stories, we even continued reading after my parents expressed their disagreement. You even stood up for me. You make me laugh, you try your best to comfort me when I’m upset, you always think of me when you go out into the kingdom and bring back something cause you know I’ll like it.” You smiled. “ I can’t think of another person I’d spend the rest of my life with.” 

Ultron’s eyes looked into yours, searching for something before he looked away. “I’m flattered that I’ve had a big impact in your life…..but you’re an adult. You need to find someone else.” Your heart sank and you could feel the tears, but you pushed them down. 

“I see….well, it’s not like I didn’t do anything about it.” You squeezed his hand before walking down the corridor in silence. 

     Upon reaching the entrance, the two of you pulled away as Ultron opened the doors for you. The room fell silent as you walked in, greeting your parents first before turning to the audience to greet them, they all bowed to show their respects. Your mother did most of the talking, but it’s not like you were paying attention; you were busy scanning each of the suitors. You didn't know whether to congratulate your parents for their…eccentric taste, or scoff at their punctuality. 

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are to pick your suitor and attend the festival happening tonight.” Your mother’s voice rang. Your head snapped to her and your mouth opened but your voice was gone. 

Soon enough, your voice returned. “Mother….I planned on going with Ultron. It was our plan, to go as friends.” You stayed composed. 

“And now you will go with your suitor……not to worry, Ultron will accompany you.” She dismissed. Your eyes locked with Ultron, who just shook his head and you sighed in defeat. The announcement went on for a while, and the queen was busy giving each suitor an introduction, but her words slipped through your ears. Can we get this over with?…..

      Now, it was time to choose a suitor. You scanned each of them: Leon, the eldest son and the one that looked the least annoying, Joseph was the youngest but he didn’t look sweet or innocent at all, and Mattias was the middle, he looked attractive but his eyes held something unreadable. 

“Perhaps, I’ll go with Prince Leon.” You declared, just loudly for the room to hear. Leon smiled at you and you thought, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. 

     You were busy getting dressed for your supposed date to the festival, debating which accessories to wear and what color dress it should match with. You cracked open the door and dragged Ultron in.

“Which dress should I wear? I’m having a crisis.” Both the dresses were the best and perhaps the most elegant, compared to the other outfits you owned. 

Ultron picked up one of the dresses before bringing it up to you, he sheepishly replied, “this one brings out your eyes and hair.” 

“You're the best.” You gently took the dress out of his hand, before disappearing behind a room divider. You slipped into the dress and attempted to fasten the corset on your own, but to no avail. 

He heard soft grunts and mumbling. “Your Royal Highness, do you need any help?” Ultron called out. You sheepishly stepped out, tugging at the corset strings to indicate that you did need help. He chuckled softly before moving towards you, he took the strings into his hand and tightened them. You could feel your heart racing and you were scared that he could hear it. The pounding of your heart was all you could hear, not even Ultron calling for you. His hands shook you out of your trance. “Are you alright?” 

“Ah, yeah I’m okay.” You breathed. “Maybe a little lightheaded.” You reached out to grab your head as you sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Is it too tight? I can redo it if you need–”

“It’s alright.” You insisted. “I never thought this would….be a reality for me.” You admitted with a short laugh. Ultron promptly joined next to you, staring at his hands. 

“If….If he tries anything, and I mean anything, don't be afraid to tell me. I will not hesitate to protect you.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” The rest of it was silence, but not the awkward type. Just plain silence to enjoy the other presence. “He’s here.” Ultron announced, and as if on cue, a sharp knock pierced the air. Ultron stood and looked towards you, but you simply stared outside the window. Not wanting to keep Prince Leon waiting, Ultron opened the door and dismissed the accompanying sentry. 

“How do you do?” Prince Leon bowed his head at Ultron, who immediately reciprocated the display. He then made room and signaled Prince Leon to enter, though he left the door open. Prince Leon bowed to you, “Your Royal Highness.” 

You stood up and bowed deeply. “Shall we head out?” He nodded curtly and offered his arm. Ultron noted your hesitation and your unwavering compliance, he followed shortly after closing the door.

     Upon exiting the castle, your eyes gazed up at the sky, pausing before exchanging a few words with Prince Leon. He watched carefully at your interaction, only following a few meters behind. Prince Leon said something to you and you let out a laugh, grasping your stomach as you couldn’t stop yourself. He didn’t know what these feelings were; he obviously wanted the best for you, but he also wanted to be the one for you. Could this be….? Surely not, Ultron could never get jealous. 

“I must say, I was surprised by your decision.” Prince Leon started. “Among my brothers, I am not the most charismatic or attractive.”

“Ah, being the eldest among them was the winning factor….I suppose.” You smiled softly. “I went with my guts and I trusted how kind your eyes looked.” 

“Thank you, Your Highness.” 

“Well of course, Your Highness.” You chuckled and he laughed. “Still, I don’t believe that you're not charismatic or attractive. You’re well-mannered and sweet, surely you must have ladies swooning for your hand.” 

“Perhaps I was too busy to notice.” He grinned. The two of you continued to walk through the festival while conversing, urging Prince Leon to try different foods. The two of you enjoyed a musical performance, and he exchanged compliments to the musician. He noticed that you were staring fondly at a ceramic plate, it was glazed and decorated rather beautifully. He bought it for you, as a token of his gratitude. 

"Oh no….I can't accept this." You denied, but the Prince insisted and you eventually agreed. It was a memorable night and you genuinely enjoyed your time with the Prince. 

The festival began to die down and the Prince turned to meet your gaze, “Would you like to accompany me on a walk nearby? There’s a lovely lake and we could talk by the shore.” 

“Oh, uh sure.” You agreed and he guided you to the lake. You glanced back to make sure Ultron was nearby, but your eyesight was getting blurry and the amount of people confused you. The lake was lovely, but no doubt it was too dark to see any features. You just enjoyed the full moon’s reflection against the water. You asked into the silence, "what did you want to talk about?" 

However, the atmosphere immediately got tense as you heard nothing but the water and crickets chirping. “Your Highness….” Prince Leon whispered and you turned to his direction, aware of the figures approaching them. Three men with weapons cornered them against the lake, and one in the middle stepped forward. 

“We just want her.” They beckoned to you when the Prince stayed unmoving. 

“.....and what do you intend to do with me?”

“There are people who would offer a handsome price for you, my lady.” They all laughed, but it was sickening. Prince Leon sharply drew his knife. 

“I didn’t think a sword would be an appropriate accessory to a festival.” Leon grimaced. You saw Ultron slowly approaching them from behind. When he reached a reasonable range, he shot out tranquilizing bullets to the other two. The leader sharply turned around and dodged Ultron’s attack, but he was forced to step to the side. Which gave Ultron the advantage of putting himself between you and the perpetrator. 

“What is your business?” Ultron demanded. “Your compliance will determine if you get out of this kingdom safely or not.” 

“I won’t answer you!” From the corner of your eye, you saw one of the henchmen squirming, and you saw it reaching for its weapon. From the light of the full moon, you saw the glint of wicked metal and the outline of a mace. You immediately stepped in front of Ultron to interfere, by stomping on the hand; the man cried out in pain and ultimately dropped the weapon. 

Unbeknownst to you, this gave the perpetrator perfect time to strike. Ultron immediately fired a tranquilizing bullet, but the perpetrator slammed into you, impaling you with his blade. You fell to the ground as the noise around you fell deaf, you could see Ultron and Prince Leon exchange words in urgency. 

“Princess, please stay with me!” Leon cried out while Ultron tended to the stab wound. “We must get her to the castle.” Cautiously, Ultron ripped off the hilt of the sword from the perpetrator's hand, careful as to not move the blade and disturb the wound. He gently picked you up before turning to the Prince. 

“If it’s okay, do you mind bringing the leader? The henchmen are useless.” Ultron could barely keep his voice composed. “The tranquilizers I fired is enough to keep them unconscious for 10 hours.” 

“I will,” Prince Leon nodded. “Please get her to safety.” Ultron nodded as he slowly rushed you back to the castle. He already alerted the other sentries, as a couple guarded the entrance, awaiting for him to arrive. 

"My Liege, someone has harmed the Royal Highness. Please prepare the doctor for immediate treatment." Ultron spoke urgently. He didn't have time to hear the King's response as he hurriedly made way into the castle. "I must alert you, Prince Leon will bring the one responsible in shortly." Growing impatient, Ultron slowly lifted off the floor and flew at a steady pace towards the medical room. The castle doctor paced the room as the doors burst open, he immediately instructed Ultron where to place you. Once you were in the doctor's care, he watched from the side and even instructed a few of the sentries to help out in any way. 

A sentry immediately alerted Ultron that Prince Leon arrived with the perpetrator. Knowing you were in good hands, Ultron left to take care of the bandit. Waiting alongside the Prince was the Queen and King; they exchanged worried looks but that disappeared when they saw Ultron. 

"Your Highness," Ultron bowed deeply. "The Royal Highness is in the safe care of the doctor….and my sentries are overseeing that the treatment goes accordingly." 

"Thank you, Ultron. We don't know what we would do without you." The Queen smiled. "Please help Prince Leon and escort this….outlander to the dungeons." Ultron nodded and watched as they disappeared down the corridor. 

"Judging from his appearance….he looks like a rogue from my Kingdom," Prince Leon observed. "Though, I hope that this implication is in no way connected to anything." Ultron remained silent as they walked downstairs. 

"Interrogation will commence in 24 hours, enough time for him to wake up and realize his actions." Ultron grumbled. They found an empty cell, which was pretty much unused and not in the best condition. They still dropped him on the stone cold bench and Ultron locked the cellar. "A sentry will be down here to overlook his condition. It will notify me if he wakes up…..let's go and update the Queen and King." 

".....you love her." 

Ultron paused, as he gazed at the Prince tentatively. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I can see the way you look at her….it's funny, cause when I went to her room earlier, I had suspected that I was interrupting a moment between you two." Prince Leon chuckled. "I understand the struggle." 

"You do?"

"I have…..someone in my Kingdom……” Prince Leon hesitated, scared to reveal his secrets to a stranger. If you could trust him, then Leon trusted him. “ I too, was forced here, only because my parents failed to recognize love." 

"Ah, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, I did have a wonderful time but I understand her heart has already chosen someone." Prince Leon smiled softly. “She’s lucky to have you."

Ultron chuckled, “it’s more like I’m lucky to have her.” 

     As Ultron and Prince Leon reached upstairs, they heard loud shouts. "Oh, Your Highnesses, wonderful news! The doctor has successfully treated the wound and the princess is in stable condition. He says that she should wake up anytime soon." Both Ultron and the Prince exchanged a glance as they rushed to the infirmary. When they reached the room, you were in bed and the doctor was busy writing notes. 

"Ah, thank you for bringing the Princess. Nothing was critical, so surgery went smoothly and her condition has been stabilized." The doctor smiled at Ultron. "She'll wake shortly." 

"Thank you." Ultron nodded as he left. Shortly, the remaining sentries left, giving you ample room and space to breathe. Ultron approached the bedside and peered down at your sleeping form; you looked so peaceful. "....if only I had been quicker, then you wouldn't be in this position." 

"You did everything you could." Prince Leon urged. "If anything, I should've brought a weapon. My carelessness almost costed our lives." 

"No, no, that's not your fault. You couldn't have known–"

"Neither could you." Prince Leon pointed out. "None of us have the ability to see into the future…..we did everything we could and fortunately, the Royal Highness is safe." Mutual agreement passed between Ultron and Prince Leon, and they stuck by your side until you woke up. It was midnight, while Ultron was checking your vitals and Prince Leon had fallen asleep, your eyes cracked open and squinted at the bright room. 

“Ultron….” You called weakly, your hand aimlessly reached out. He stopped short of what he was doing and gazed down at you in shock and awe. Once you saw him, you broke into a grin, “You’re okay……”

“I’m okay….we’re okay.” Ultron gently took your hand. You and Ultron stayed up, talking and trying to suppress your laughter; although, he constantly urged you to rest. Within the silence, he murmured, “I thought I lost you.” 

“I’m alright, thanks to you.” You smiled. 

"No…..I don't know what I would do without you." Ultron sighed. He lifted your hand to his lips. Your face flushed and Ultron seemed to realize the effect of his action. He quickly pulled away while you were still processing. 

     Thankfully, Prince Leon awoke and rushed to your side. This gave Ultron the time to visit the Queen and the King, notifying them about the good news. They rushed out of their bed chambers, crying out in joy when they saw you. Both Ultron and Prince Leon backed out of the room, not wanting to interfere with such a private moment. 

     The rest of the day, Ultron accompanied the Queen and King to interrogate the prisoner. Some information was deemed useless, but soon enough, he cracked. He admitted that he was hired by one of the suitors. The prisoner admitted that he never got their name, and their appearance was also a mystery. This information was brought to the King of the suitors, who appeared troubled. Devastated, the King apologized to your parents and immediately called back the suitors. Prince Leon left, but not without saying goodbye and expressing his best wishes to you. 

The doctor returned and reexamined your wound, announcing that you healed rather quickly and you were able to move to your room. Unless it was to be disturbed or reopened, then it would take longer to heal but wouldn’t be critical. You nearly jumped out of the bed from joy. 

     After dinner, you were carefully escorted to your bedroom by Ultron himself. 

"Thank you." 

"Anytime, My Lady." Ultron gently placed you in your bed, making sure you were comfortable. "I have a sentry on the way, they'll be arriving with a medical kit. We need to reapply that bandage." 

The two of you remained silent, awkwardly waiting for the sentry to arrive. You didn't know if you could even sleep; your head was racing with everything that occurred within the past few days. 

There was a sudden knock at your door that interrupted your thoughts. Ultron immediately moved to the door and slightly opened it, taking the medical supply from the sentry. He closed the door behind him and you smiled as he lifted up the supply kit for you to see.

"How is your wound?" Ultron asked. "I came with fresh bandages." 

"It's been worse." You shrugged. Ultron nodded and waited for you to lift your shirt, averting his gaze when he almost saw past that. His hands worked effortlessly and gingerly to reapply the bandage, wrapping it perfectly. You only wished that it lasted longer, his touch lingered over your skin and you wanted it engraved into every crevice. "Thank you." 

"I'll be outside if you need anything else." Ultron reminded and began to pack the medical supply. You reached out to grab his arm, your mouth open but you struggled to get the words out.

"Stay, please." You placed a soft kiss on his hand, urging him to stay with you. Ultron hesitated but obliged, joining you in your bed. Moving carefully as it creaked and dipped. 

"Princess….." Ultron whispered, but you stopped him by pressing your hand to his chest. You looked up at him, feeling the thrum of his system. It feels warm.

You gazed up at him, his head was tilted and his eyes were closed from the touch of your hand. "Just call me (Y/N)." You insisted. The two of you held your gaze, his eyes were busy studying you and you caught the slight flicker of his eyes looking at your lips before meeting your gaze again. 

His mouth opened and you knew what the next words were going to be, "I need to–" you didn't let him finish his sentence as you pulled him in to press your lips to his. Ultron moved his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, your hand returned to his chest to feel the quickening of his systems. The metal armor was warmer. 

"For so long, I have loved you." You finally spoke. Ultron closed his eyes, trying to compose himself and think of what to say. Your hand reached out to cup his face, his eyes blinked open as the two of you held your gazes. "I still love you. And don't think about what's to come…..none of that matters. I don't even want to think about what's to come if you're not in the picture." 

"My Lady….." 

"I want you." Your voice rang and echoed in his head. "If you'll have me." The tension was heavier than morning fog, and Ultron met your gaze, his hand reaching up to intertwine with your hand. 

"I should be asking you that." Ultron chuckled. "Of course I'll have you, if you'll have me." He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours before he went in for the kiss. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to pull him closer to you. His leg shifted position, where his knee rubbed against your sex and you let out a breathless moan. 

"Ultron ~" you sighed with content and pleasure. 

"I'm here, I'm here, Princess." Ultron assured as he placed gentle kisses to your neck. One of his hands trailed down, gently rubbing your inner thigh in a circular motion. "Please do tell me if I do anything to hurt you….or if anything I do is to your discomfort." 

"I trust you." 

"Princess–" 

"Please." You spoke softly. "I need you." 

"And I need you too." He said it so softly, under his breath so that only you could hear. He pulled back, moving your undergarment to the side and your face flushed as he stared incredulously. 

"Ultron….."

"Shhh, just keep your pretty eyes on me." He whispered. Perhaps he had a hypnotic hold on you, as you couldn't look away. His thumb rubbed your clit and you threw your head back from the sudden stimulation. He hummed in content as you squirmed under him, his other hand placed on your thigh to keep your legs apart. "So good……"

Your hands gripped the sheets in anticipation, throwing your head back as you felt him insert a finger. "Ahh ~! Yes!" You moaned out. Ultron chuckled at your reaction, his finger reached every weak spot inside and his thumb continued to stimulate your clit. His digit hit a sensitive part and you convulsed around him. "Ultron ~!" 

"Oh……" He hummed, continuing to focus on that specific spot. Intensely watching your reaction as you cried out in pleasure, how your eyes closed tightly and your eyebrows furrowed together, and how your hands reached out to grab onto his arms. "Princess, you're so irresistible." 

With those praises, you reached your high. You let out a startled moan while Ultron gazed down at you in awe and adoration. As you were coming down from your high, he pulled his finger out and briefly left, only to bring back a warm towel. You gazed up at him with a flustered expression, while he was busy cleaning you up. “I will find a way to marry you.” You blurted out. 

Ultron wasn’t remotely surprised or taken aback. “It’s a good thing I know your ring size.” Taking in your reaction, he chuckled as your face flushed heavily. 

He joined you on the bed, his hand tracing the outline of your arms and lingering over your hips. “I.....” Your sudden voice interrupted his train of thoughts. 

His gaze then met yours, "are you sure?" 

"Yes, yes I'm sure." You smiled, taking his hand into yours. 

Ultron lined his cock to your sex, though he was a bit hesitant. His hand squeezed against yours and he pushed in. You let out a choked cry, hissing from the penetration and Ultron briefly stilled. “Princess—“

“Keep going,” you moaned out. “Please.” Slowly, he pushed himself deeper inside. You tightened your grip on Ultron’s hand and your other hand held onto his arm; every time you thought ‘this was it’, he continued pushing deeper inside. Eventually, bottomed out and you let out a groan. 

“(Y/N)?”

“Y-You’re so……big.” You whined out. 

“I’ll be gentle,” He grunted, leaning down to steal a kiss. “I promise.” His words lingered over your lips and you reached up to connect your lips to his, again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he gave a test thrust, earning a breathless moan. He began to roll his hips, careful as to not handle you roughly and in consideration to your injury. 

“U-Ultron,” you breathed out. “Faster.” 

“My Lady?” 

“Please, I need you……go faster.” You urged. “Be rough with me.”

“…..My Princess, you’re injured. I don’t want to reopen the wound.” 

“Please ~” you pleaded, your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. Ultron didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied, so he tentatively leaned down, his head resting between your neck and shoulder while his free hand moved down to grip your hips. Pinning you in place, he began to quicken his pace, roughly thrusting into you. His chest was pressed to yours and he could feel the quickening of your heartbeat, it made him feel alive and safe. You made him feel alive and safe. 

“S-so warm.” Ultron stammered out. Your only response was lewd mewling, letting out heavy moans and broken grunts as he continued to bury himself deep inside. He had brushed against a particular spot, earning a loud and whiny moan. You didn’t even complain when he paused, repositioning himself and continued to focus on that specific spot. Your mouth hung agape, but the overload of moans were caught in your throat. 

“U-Ultron,” you sighed out. “U-Ultron, please…..please ~! A-ah……” You babbled, your arm clinging onto him. He moaned into your ear as he rutted into you, feeling you clench and tighten around him. Ultron pulled his body away and began to pound into you, muffling your moans while you tried to squirm away. 

Still, his grip on your hip was unbreakable, and you moaned into his hand as he mercilessly pistoned his hips into you. Your hand moved to hold onto the one covering your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. Gods, he’s beautiful…..his brows were furrowed and his eyes held the most focus in them, and for a moment, you caught his gaze. 

“Princess…..” Ultron breathed. A certain angle rendered you speechless, you gasped out as you tried to muffle your moans. His gaze moved from your face, to the bouncing of your breasts to his thrusts, before briefly studying your wound. 

“M-more….more, more, more, more ~!” You pleaded. Without warning, you felt your high come crashing down. Ultron grunted heavily as you convulsed around him, wrapping around him with warmth. He continued to rut into you, resulting in you squeezing him from the overwhelming sense of overstimulation. Your voice was sore and weak, whining as his lips nipped at the shell of your ear. 

"I am eternally yours." He whispered. You wanted to respond, but the continuous thrusts stole your voice. You ended up moaning and gasping, all while Ultron buried his cock into you. With both hands behind your knees, he pushed your legs and spread them even further apart as he pushed inside. 

This new angle almost had you reaching your orgasm every thrust; you gasped and moaned as he practically brought you to see stars. "Y-yes! So good, so good…..Ultron ~" you managed to gasp out. "P-please, more!" At those words, he began to continuously pursue your high, over and over again. His thrusts became almost ungodly and overwhelming with pleasure. 

You were clinging onto him, constantly reminding yourself that this was really happening. He filled you to the brim with every thrust, hitting every spot and your eyes rolled back as you had no words to warn about your orgasm. Ultron's hips stuttered as he mumbled under his breath, his hands gripping the plush of your thigh as he continued to chase your high. The lewd noises of your soaked sex filled the room and it echoed into your ear; it was all you could hear. Your moans and gasps and how good he was making you feel. 

"Princess….." He whispered and leaned down to press his lips to yours, leaving you breathless. You began to feel lightheaded from the overstimulation. "I love you." 

Your heart flew and you wanted to say it back. The minute you opened your mouth, an entire series of moans and broken gasps flew out. You managed to breathe out, "I love you, and forever will, my Knight." 

"A-ah princess," Ultron gasped, his brow furrowed as his mouth hung agape. "I'm about to–" Oh gods, he's beautiful….. You immediately tensed and moaned as you felt a surge of warmth filling you. 

"O-oh ~!" You gasped. Soon after, you came undone as Ultron pushed your hips down, intentionally brushing against a sensitive spot. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and you watched in awe as his cock retracted. "That was……amazing." 

"The sex or the contraption?" Ultron chuckled and you smiled. 

"Why not both?" You reached out to him, and he reluctantly fell into your embrace. "You're amazing." 

After a while, Ultron stirred from your hold. "My beloved….I need to go." 

"Please, stay." You whispered into his neck. “Stay with me.” Ultron hummed and nodded, smiling to himself when he could feel you smiling against his shoulder. 

"You shouldn't sleep on your side." He pointed out. You grumbled as you returned onto your back. "We can cuddle another time." 

"Promise?" 

"I promise." He sighed with content, placing a kiss on your head. "Goodnight, princess." 

“Goodnight.”

[galraluver]

Can we get fluff scenario of young Sendak cuddling with reader, purring and melting to their touch pls?🥰

You most certainly can 🥰

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On his way back to his bedroom in the palace Sendak cupped his hand over his mouth and yawned, feeling tired after everything he'd done that day; being a part of Zarkon's royal guard was rewarding, although it could be exhausting sometimes as well. The young galran man looked forward to snuggling in bed with his beautiful human wife, (Y/n). After everyone in the palace ate dinner and dessert together in the dining room (Y/n) helped the kitchen staff with the dishes before she went back to their bedroom where she could read one of her favorite books. Sendak felt lucky to have her as his wife, after he met her for the first time about a deca-phoeb prior he finally understood what it felt like to be lovestruck. Every time he thought about their first meeting he smiled at the memory; (Y/n) had been so defensive at first because she thought he was the Sendak from her reality, thankfully he'd been able to convince her that he wasn't the same person.

(Y/n) felt silly for thinking that the younger version of Sendak in the alternate reality was the same one she knew, she was glad that she'd been proven wrong about his identity. Living on Diabazaal was amazing; she got to have that reality’s Sendak as her husband, they got to live in the palace together and she even had her duties which were fairly easy. While she waited for Sendak to return to their bedroom she read one of her favorite books to pass the time; they would be too tired to have sex that night, although it was the perfect night for some intimate snuggling and kissing. Right before (Y/n) could turn the next page the bedroom door opened and she looked up from her book only to see that her husband had come back after checking on something. She greeted him as she turned the page and put a bookmark in her book before she put it on her nightstand, saving her place so she could eventually start reading from where she left off.

“I apologize for interrupting you, were you in the middle of a good part?” Sendak apologized sheepishly as he walked towards the bed whilst removing his shirt, dropping it in the hamper next to the desk so (Y/n) could cuddle up to his bare chest.

“I was only turning the page. I missed you, though.” (Y/n) answered assuringly; she subconsciously bit her bottom lip when Sendak removed his shirt in a sexy way, whether he intended to be sexy or not.

Sendak climbed onto the bed and laid on his side, wrapping his arms around his wife's body when she scooted over towards him. He lightly rested his chin on the top of (Y/n's) head whilst caressing her back with the pads of his thumbs affectionately, relieved that he finally had the opportunity to be completely alone with her. (Y/n) loved how fluffy Sendak's fur felt the touch and she enjoyed running her hands across his perfectly sculpted torso, the soft purring sound he made was also one of her favorite things about him. She whispered how much she loved him and in return he whispered his love for her, all while rubbing her upper back. (Y/n) slid her hands from his abs and up over his shoulders, lightly running her fingers through the fur at the base of his neck.

“Hey, Sendak?” (Y/n) asked her floofy husband, meeting his gaze when he looked at her; a random thought popped into her mind and it was kind of funny, but she didn't want to make him suspicious.

“Yes?” Sendak inquired, curious as to what she wanted from him.

“Do you remember when we met?” (Y/n) queried whilst forcing herself not to smile.

“How can I forget? You thought that I was the Sendak from your reality.” Sendak answered with a flat tone, remembering how she reacted to him once he'd introduced himself; it kind of bothered him that she brought it up while they cuddled in bed, although he wouldn't say anything about his discomfort unless she said anything negative about their first encounter.

“And I'm still sorry about that, but the look of confusion on your face that day was just so cute.” (Y/n) responded, allowing herself to smile as she spoke with a happier tone when she recalled how confused he looked when she mistook him for someone else.

Sendak rolled his eyes, even though he knew that the look on his face that day probably did look kind of hilarious during the little identity mix-up. (Y/n) giggled before she closed her eyes halfway, giving him a hint of what she wanted. Sendak closed his eyes and closed the distance between them, gently pressing his lips against hers in a loving kiss. (Y/n) reached up and cupped the bases of his big fluffy ears so she could rub them in the way that would have him purring louder, and as if on cue Sendak began purring enthusiastically. She had to be careful with the way she massaged his ears because if she wasn't then he would get a little too excited; usually that wasn't a bad thing, although she was too sleepy to have sex and she didn't want him to deal with a bad case of blue balls.

Sendak melted into his wife's touch when he felt her hands delicately massaging the bases of his ears; the sensation of her fingers lightly running over the fragile shell accompanied by her warm palms cupping the bases left a warm happy sensation swirling in his lower belly. Their first meeting had been rough and things had been strange between them for a while, but that was all in the past and it gave them a fond memory to look back on. Sendak rolled onto his back which gave (Y/n) better access to his head and neck area, allowing himself to be completely at her mercy. (Y/n) scooted up a little further so she could comfortably lean over her significant other, only briefly pausing the massage before she started up again. The look of pure bliss on his face made her feel extremely happy; when she rubbed over certain areas his purring would get louder in contrast to when she rubbed other areas such as his shoulders.

“You're so cute.” (Y/n) whispered in a barely audible tone, moving her hands down so she could use her thumbs to massage circles near his bonding glands.

“I know, but you're cute too.” Sendak crooned without opening his eyes, a goofy smile replacing the softer one that graced his lips earlier.

(Y/n) leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on Sendak's lips, then she sat up again so she could keep making her large fluffy husband purr. Having the opportunity to just relax in the privacy of their bedroom was something they'd both needed after how busy that day had been, until they went to bed Sendak and (Y/n) were happy with what they were doing. While she massaged the base of Sendak's neck they discussed what they would do the next evening after dinner; if Sendak was lucky then he wouldn't be needed, which would give him the opportunity to take an intimate bath with his lovely wife. He appreciated how well she took care of him when he was exhausted and he strived to take care of her so she would always feel cherished, just as any significant other should. At some point (Y/n) found herself laying on top of Sendak with her legs dangling on either side of his body, that way she could be as close to him as possible.