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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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Hello! I’m not sure if I asked this before but, may you write a snippet about a villainous and arrogant but charming prince flirting with a tough and diligent female assassin whom was hired to kill him?

“It’s good to see you again,” the prince said. With one look at her, all the memories came back. It had been a funny situation, actually. She’d saved him from another assassin, just so she could kill him with her own blade. Coincidentally, she’d been too injured to actually do it. In the end, he had nursed her back to health.

He had to admit, he loved her dedication.

“I’m not here to talk,” the assassin answered, her small knife pointing at his lung. “I’m here to finally kill you.”

“And yet, I am alive. You’re not the best at this job now, are you?” The assassin pressed the knife deeper into his gowns which made him groan in pain. His hand clutched around her wrist as he threw his head back and moaned. “Yeah, do it again, I like it like that.”

The assassin pulled back, completely shocked. Soon enough she found her composure though to reply.

“What the—” He simply grinned at her. It was cocky. Provocative. At this point, he knew he was toying with his own life. But it meant little to him anyways, so why not having fun for a bit?

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you get flustered by a few words.”

“I—” Her eyes went over his very exposed body — he was in his nightgown after all — as he noticed a slight blush creeping onto her face. It was adorable.

She’d always been the great assassin to him. Someone he was supposed to fear but the truth was, she wasn’t even much older than he was. They were still too young to be bothered with politics or assassinations. He wasn’t even twenty yet and people had tried to murder him a dozen times already. He was getting tired of it.

“Why are you dressed like that?” she asked. The prince didn’t know if it was his imagination but maybe her voice was close to trembling. He couldn’t deny that it was his desire to be loved by her.

She was strong and determined. She was independent and successful. He’d heard many stories about her proficiency. The prince on the other hand was lavish all day.

“I wanted to go to bed,” he said. “I didn’t expect any visitors today.”

Her knife wasn’t anywhere near his body anymore. Instead, she was more curious than bloodthirsty. Or at least, she acted like that.

“But where the hell are your guards? Where’s your protection? I could’ve killed you so easily.” He shrugged his shoulders, losing interest in the conversation slowly.

“I told them to go away.”

“Do you have a death wish or something?” she asked. No one had ever asked him how he was doing. Sure, his servants always tried to keep him alive when people tried to murder him. But that wasn’t because they cared. It was because they needed an heir.

The prince looked at his unfairly beautiful assassin. If this was his last night and if this was his last conversation, then why not? Why should he lie? The assassin was efficient. She was fast and clean. He’d die a good death.

“Last week, I got poisoned,” he confessed. “It was my first time and it hurt so much, it was so brutal that for the first time in all these years, I wanted to die. No one cared about me. They only wanted to keep their future king alive. Not the boy who likes poetry and animals.”

Staring at him, the assassin took a step back. She let him continue.

“I just decided not to care anymore, like everyone else. So, kill me, darling. I know you won’t let me suffer.”

She tilted her head, as if she was weighing her options.

“No.”

“No?” he asked.

“This is a kidnapping now.”

Oh.

#baby I’m a sucker for princes with tragic backstories #writing snippet #kingdoms and royalty #assassin #prince #assassin x prince #prince x assassin #an answer for an ask #request

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defectivehero · 2 years

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“The prince is not just a pretty face,” Ajax’s boss says, clasping their hands on their desk. They look uncharacteristically serious, enough so to make the assassin pause for a moment before rolling his eyes.

“Sure,” Ajax sighs, picking at his nails. He’s been in this business far too long to be intimidated by a prince- especially one that hasn’t been seen outside the place in years. He says as much to his boss, who furrows their eyebrows.

“I’m serious, Ajax,” their boss sighs, clenching their jaw. A troubled expression appears in their eyes for a fraction of a second before it’s hidden by their typical callousness. “I don’t doubt your abilities, you know that. I just want you to be prepared.”

“Okay,” Ajax bites out, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes again. The assassin clenches his fist at his side and allows his boss to brief him on the upcoming mission. The entire time, thoughts of the prince sit in the back of his mind. What exactly is he like? He’s probably just another privileged asshole, Ajax thinks to himself. He’s so distracted by his thoughts that he doesn’t notice his boss has stopped talking until fingers are snapping in front of his face.

“Come on, focus,” his boss orders. Ajax keeps his mouth shut and listens to the rest of the briefing with rapt attention, making sure that his discontent at least shows on his face. An hour later, he is finally released back to his quarters. Ajax grabs dinner at the commons before going right to sleep in his room.

He's hardly asleep for a few hours before his alarm clock sounds. Ajax groans and pushes himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes until his vision clears enough to see the time. 3:02. He takes a deep breath and dresses for the day, eating a light snack before setting out to the palace.

The security around the palace is laughably amateurish. There are but a few security guards roaming about the entire area. There are no bodyguards for the prince in sight, and Ajax is able to scale the wall of the tower that he’s been informed the prince lives in with ease. He makes it to the window, only to grin when he sees that it is completely open. Ajax mentally berates his boss for convincing him that this mission would be difficult. A mop of blonde hair enters his vision, and Ajax can only assume that he has found the prince.

In hindsight, he should’ve noticed the way the prince’s shoulders tensed in his presence. Ajax should've noticed the royal’s clenched fists at his sides, the eerie silence that settled around the bedroom. He doesn’t notice these signs, however, because he isn’t looking for them. He doesn't heed his boss’s warning, thus, he doesn’t notice the prince moving until a dagger is pressed to the base of his neck.

“State your purpose,” the prince murmurs, his voice airy yet laced with danger. Ajax swallows hard, entirely caught off guard. He blinks and looks at the prince, surprised to find that the prince looks almost exactly as he expected- blonde hair and bright eyes. However, the prince’s body is toned in a way no royalty’s is, which speaks of exercise and training.

“Um,” Ajax remarks eloquently, swallowing hard. He snaps out of his stupor enough to grab the knife from his belt and point it at the prince’s throat. The prince just huffs out a laugh and Ajax feels a blush rising on his cheeks. He immediately tries to quell it down.

“Here to kill me?” the prince raises an eyebrow, glancing down at the knife pressed up against his throat. There’s no fear in his eyes whatsoever- only a sort of restless determination.

“No,” Ajax answers reflexively. The prince scoffs, looking from the knife in his hand to him. Ajax sends him his sheepish smile, the one that is usually followed with apologies he doesn't mean. It doesn’t quite work as well as he wants it too, however, as the prince’s knife kisses his skin. Somehow, Ajax reels in his temper and his own knife remains steadily pointed at the prince’s throat. The prince, evidently surprised by his lack of retaliation, pulls his arm back enough for the knife to be a few inches from his neck. Ajax brings a hand to his neck and wipes at it, not surprised to find a few small droplets of blood. The prince’s lips part and he seems to be on the verge of speaking when a loud knock sounds.

Suddenly there’s a hand clapped over his mouth and another turning him around and shoving him backwards. Ajax stumbles back, just barely catching himself from falling to the ground. The prince has a panicked expression on his face as he shoves him further and further back, until Ajax is hit in the face with some sort of silk garment. He catches on to what’s happening a bit too late, so the most he can do is send the prince an indignant glare before the closet door closes and his vision is obscured.

“I thought I heard a noise,” an unfamiliar voice sounds from the room. Ajax takes a moment to contemplate the risks of being seen before ignoring them and promptly cracking the closet door open enough for him to peek. The prince is standing in the center of the room, arms clasped. He looks mostly at ease, save for the strange tension in his frame. Ajax can’t see his face, but he expects the prince is bemused.

“Must’ve been the wind,” the prince responds eloquently. Ajax just barely resists the urge to snort out a laugh. The prince’s voice is filled with hesitation and is mostly unconvincing, but the stranger seems to believe him regardless. Perks of being a prince, Ajax supposes.

The prince talks with the stranger for a bit longer but Ajax tunes it out. He can’t help but feel that he’s intruding on the prince’s private life and it’s quite a strange feeling. He’s so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t notice the prince standing right in front of him until said royalty coughs awkwardly. Ajax startles and reels back, hitting his head on the back wall of the closet. The prince seems to be on the verge of laughter, but he instead graciously offers him a hand. Ajax stares at the boy’s hand for a moment before taking it gratefully, allowing the prince to pull him from the closet and up to his feet.

“Why’d you do that?” Ajax finds himself asking before he can help it. The stranger’s interference was a perfect opportunity for the prince to alert someone of his presence and, most likely, send him to his execution. Ajax had been expecting for the prince to turn him in, yet he didn’t.

The answer throws him for a loop. “I don’t get to talk to outsiders much,” the prince admits, averting his gaze. Ajax bristles at the term, only for the prince to shake his head and continue elaborating. “You know what I mean- people from outside the castle.” The prince’s eyes gleam with something Ajax isn’t sure he wants to name. Regardless, the assassin can see the longing in the other’s eyes, the desire to just be normal. Ajax can relate to that- to not having the freedom to act his age. He can relate to being confined from the rest of the world, hidden away for only a few to see. He can relate to everything the prince doesn't say, which is likely why the question slips right from his lips before Ajax can control it.

“What’s your name?” Ajax asks. The prince turns on his heel and regards him with suspicion for a moment, before he evidently decides that Ajax doesn’t mean any harm.

“Ezriel,” the prince responds, his voice just barely above a whisper. For a moment, Ajax thinks that he imagined a response. He quickly dismisses the thought upon seeing the prince staring at him expectantly. “Yours?”

“Ajax,” the assassin replies. The prince, Ezriel, nods. He doesn’t reach for a handshake but Ajax finds that he doesn’t seem to mind. Moreover, he realizes that the prince likely doesn’t know how to be casual. Ajax can’t help but wonder if the prince was ever allowed to have friends. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” The statement crawls out of his throat like poison. Ajax bites his lip, an apology on the tip of his tongue.

“You’re right,” Ezriel laughs, to his surprise. The prince’s amusement is loud and bright, so much so that Ajax feels somewhat blinded by its light. “I really don’t.” The prince looks slightly embarrassed. Ajax’s first instinct is to mock him for it, before he remembers that Ezriel isn’t the royal asshole he expected him to be.

“It’s okay,” Ajax whispers. Despite his heart racing in his chest, he’s entirely sure that he’s moving in the right direction. He knows that this mission will likely be his last. However, he can’t seem to find it in himself to care- not when Ezriel smiles at him like that. The possibilities of just how his life could be ruined are endless, yet Ajax finds himself smiling back at the prince anyways.

endnotes below the cut :)

I was a bit conflicted on what to name the prince. I eventually settled on Ezriel because it sounds regal. Plus, Ajax and Ezriel has a cool ring to it. (And, yes, I may have written it as ‘Azriel’ and then changed it to start with an E because it was hard to read with Ajax, so sue me.)

“Ajax takes a moment to contemplate the risks of being seen before ignoring them and promptly cracking the closet door open,” is probably one of my favorite lines in this one. I feel like it speaks to Ajax’s personality. He’s reckless and he knows it. Hell, he embraces it. I like characters like that.

A sad song came on while I was writing some of this and I was immediately hit with the horrible, saddening realization that these boys aren’t real. I’ll just go cry now...

Anyways. Thanks for reading! If you got this far, I love you <3. Try to eat something and drink some water, if you can :)

#NOT A PROMPT #hero x villain #hero and villain #the standard tags lol #prince x assasin #gay #mlm #short fic #snippet #writing #writeblr #oneshot #assassin x prince #assassin #prince #royalty au

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radiance1 · 9 months

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A Dp x Dc idea that isn't Danny-centric!? Say it ain't so!

So I think that this'll be a relatively short one but anywho.

Pariah Dark forcing the entirety of Amity Park into the ghost zone did not come without consequences, even with the ghost shield the Fenton's put over the town.

Said consequences come in the form of the entire basically becoming a ghost portal in and of itself. It mostly happened slowly over time, with the town experiencing quakes that spread quakes that lead to the Ghost Zone.

Everyone had to evacuate when it got really bad, well, mostly everyone. You see, Sam didn't want to leave Amity Park at all so he tried to find ways to convince her parents to let her stay even if said city was basically crumbling.

Then she had an idea.

What if she became one of Undergrowths allogenes? (taken from genshin impact)

So she persuaded (read: bullied) Danny into taking her to him so they could make a deal and let her stay in Amity. Undergrowth was surprisingly accommodating to the both of them, what with Danny becoming the new Ghost Prince and Sam already leaving a good impression on him.

He gave her a task, take this seed and place it within the middle of Amity Park and watch over it until it fully grows, then, and only then, will he accept her as one of his allogenes.

So Sam very obviously took said seed, said yes, and went to plant it.

The center of Amity Park was basically a giant ghost portal, it was small, at first. But with each and every quake it expanded and expanded until it couldn't be ignored anymore, so after Danny and Sam got back and went to it, Sam just dropped the seed in the middle of it and watched it sink.

Luckily Overgrowth gave her a proper method she should follow to ensure its growth, at the very least.

It took 4 years for the seed to grow, 4 years of relative isolation for Sam. Danny was usually busy with High Prince duties, what with being summoned and the likes, while Tucker was busy with taking over the outside world.

They still made time for her however.

When it grew Undergrowth gave her praise, not many would willingly keep themselves in isolation to grow an interdimensional seed from the other world. Such, he made do on his promise and gave Sam a portion of his powers, turning her into one of his allogenes.

He did however tell her that she was only Allogene he's ever had in multiple eons. Some of them chose to reenter the reincarnation cycle, while others sacrificed themselves for the greater good and such, some of them among the living are still alive, however, so they should be at least, vaguely aware of her existence.

Sam trained her new powers, familiarizing herself with them until it was as easy as breathing, which took a few months of non-stop training. Thankfully her new stamina is leaps beyond that of her previous human self. Eventually, she was even able to create a few lotus' that acted mostly as transport around the giant ghost portal.

Oh yea, did I mention that the Ghost Portal expanded enough to take over all of Amity Park? Well, a few buildings here and there stilled survived, mostly like small islands but still.

So Sam was living a pretty fine life, all things considered. Her days were very peaceful, tending to a few plants here and there, taking care of the giant tree that sprouted from the seed she grew, training her powers and talking to Danny and Tucker whenever they dropped by.

It was repetitive, but a nice one.

Then her daily cycle was interrupted by people claiming to be the Justice League, and she honestly did not have a clue as to who they are. She didn't really keep up with the news after planting the seed, or the outside world at all for that matter, the only one she regularly kept in contact with was Tucker.

She thought back on, and Tucker did mention them once or twice. Mostly painting them as irritating individuals yet worthy of respect, not that she knew why but she wasn't going to just let them step in here regardless. It's pretty rude to just step into someone's home without permission, no?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #sam manson #undergrowth #tucker foley #ghost prince danny phantom #the justice league #Sam became one of Undergrowth's Allogenes because she didn't want to leave Amity park #Said city became a few floating mini islands in a ghost portal #Ngl my first thought was to have this idea be something to do with the league of Assassins coming to check out what they believed to be a #Giant Lazarus Pit only to find it wasn't that but a portal to the land of the dead #But I decided not to do that #So have this instead!

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stygiovictoria · 2 months

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redgoldblack war room meeting

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elithemiar-blog · 2 years

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Someone orders a hit on Danny through contacting the League of Assassins.

The passed on League of Assassins in the GZ, loyal to the young king (not that he's aware of them), learns about the hit and defends him EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #league of assassins #ghost king danny #at least a prince #if ras is dead #is he part of that league #or try to strike out on his own #to gain power by challenging danny for the throne

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low-budget-korra · 9 months

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Please, stay // I cant

Did we make it? // Yes, we did

You came // You called

Why are you still here? // I love you, silly

We cant be together // I know

Are you here for the treasure? // Im here for you

I wish we had more time // Me too

May we meet again // I really hope we do

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holografrick · 22 days

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it’s you! (forcing my oc’s onto your feed.)

#oc #original character #original art #oc art #undertale #it’s you #despite everything #it’s still you #art trend #artist #artists on tumblr #digital art #kingdom #prince x knight #knight #assassin #whump

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honourablejester · 2 years

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Also, while I’m talking about Episode 2 of Spy x Family and Loid/Yor, can I just babble about Loid’s response to Camilla immediately throwing Yor under the bus in the worst way? Like, Yor comes in with a lovely (if, uh, somewhat bloodstained) man she’s apparently secretly married to, and Camilla jealously flips her shit, and in the middle of a fairly prestigious work party full of paranoid and probably conservative civil servants publically implies that Yor used to be a prostitute specifically so her apparent husband will be horrified and drop her like a hot rock there and then. (Seriously lady, what the absolute fuck? Yor’s entire department is in that room, let alone her husband. You’ve already been talking about single women getting arrested as spies. Like that was … extreme. Wtf?)

And Loid … keep in mind, Loid’s entire purpose in this fake relationship with Yor is to get his fake child into an incredibly prestigious school specifically so he can spy on a government official. The entire point of his fake wife is to be classy enough to help get him into a position to spy on a high-ranked official. Yor suddenly and publically being outed as an ex-call girl should immediately tank her as a potential option for him, on purely mission-based grounds. If the school, the incredibly fussy school that interviews not only the children but their parents for fitness to attend, ever gets wind of this extremely public conversation, that’s his mission potentially tanked. (There was literally a parent from the school right there, though he hadn’t arrived yet, so he wouldn’t know it)

And that completely fails to occur to him. At all. (Sidenote: how good is Loid supposed to be at his job? Because he’s amazing in a fight, and has apparently successfully managed a sequence of jobs in a foreign country without being suspected, but he also … completely fails to register that as a potential mission failure. At all).

But I completely and immediately forgive him for it, because his response instead is so amazing. His apparently kneejerk and entirely sincere response.

Which is to immediately compliment her on the amazing sacrifice she made to do such a harsh and merciless job for the sake of her family. While thinking about his own job as a spy, about having to do a hard job where you let your body and identity be degraded for the sake of other people who will probably never know what you sacrificed for them. Some vicious cow at a party randomly and immediately told him his potential girlfriend/wife was a whore, and not only did he not freak out, not only did he not deny it or say it couldn’t be true, he just instantly went, if it is true, it only makes her more impressive as a person and as a partner.

His instant first response to an accusation that would shock or horrify many other husbands is empathy. Immediate, sincere empathy and admiration, where he connects it to his own life and sacrifices and sees no difference between getting shot at for your country and having to sleep with people for your family. He tells her she can be proud.

(Sidenote sidenote, I feel like there’s a thing there, too. That it’s not … There’s a thing about patriotism, and the idea of dirty things being right only if they’re in service of a bigger cause, and he doesn’t have that either. Her being a prostitute for her brother’s sake is enough of a reason for him, and he doesn’t see it as different from his service to his country. Which matches up with his reactions to Anya, how saving her when she was threatened or even just scared was immediately of equal if not more importance to him as his mission, because he only became a spy to protect people and he has the emotional intelligence of a spoon but that is still the basic motivation for all his actions. There doesn’t need to be a big, patriotic cause to justify it for him. Protecting and helping one person is a good enough reason. Yor-the-prostitute was trying to support her brother, and that’s no different to Loid-the-spy trying to protect other children, and he casually and immediately says that. Just outright says it. Because it’s true to him).

Some random stranger walks up to him at a public party and maliciously goes ‘did you know your new wife used to be a whore?’, and he goes ‘that’s an incredible sacrifice to have to make and I really respect her for it’.

And Yor is just standing there stunned going ‘maybe … maybe I should marry this man?’ to herself, and honestly? Entirely fair and reasonable reaction.

(And of course Yor wasn’t sleeping with people in sleazy hotels, she was killing people in sleazy hotels, but like. Same difference. This little moment makes her think Loid might … Like, maybe he’d get it? Probably not, because murder, but maybe a little? And honey, you’d be surprised)

Loid has known this woman for 10 minutes and he’s already casually tossed his mission on its ear to publically and emotionally support her, without once realising it. Like. He doesn’t know this about himself. This doesn’t register to him as a mission-unwise thing to do. This was a casual, instinctive moment of empathy for him, like this is just what you do for someone, especially if you married them (or adopted them), and he’s … such an idiot. Such an idiot. But such a casually good one.

But seriously. How has he survived as a spy? They tell him to get a fake wife and kid for a mission, and he’s immediately a mess about it and instantly trying to send Anya away so she won’t be in danger and absent-mindedly ignoring mission goals to stand up for his fake wife that he met for 10 minutes 6 hours ago against her bitch of a coworker.

I can already tell this mission is going to go so well for him. It’s going to be amazing.

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #loid/yor #idiots spies and idiot assassins #honestly he's a prince #a dumb prince #but a lovely one #he's been fake married to a girl for literally half a minute #because he's concussed and said husband instead of boyfriend #and he's already ride or die on pure instinct #my girl is amazing and you can shut up #she did a hard thing and i know about hard things and sod off #my fake wife and i are going home now #he's an idiot and i love him

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eziosofia · 8 months

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Prince Suleiman ✨manifesting🙏 Marcello Auditore

#acedit #gamingedit #dailygaming #assassin's creed #ezio auditore #marcello auditore #sofia sartor #prince suleiman #ezio x sofia #ac revelations #ac embers #gaming #edits*#gifs*#suleiman even had that sweet interaction with sofia in the beggining of the game and noticed ezio checking her out 🥰#he's a visionary 🤯#why didn't ubisoft show marcello in embers though 😢

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toorumochi · 25 days

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"𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞: 𝕬 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊’𝖘 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊"

A Karushuu Pirate x Prince AU

@akabane-yum if you see this, no you didn’t.

In a world where royal lineage clashes with pirate rebellion, two unlikely souls are entangled in a web of fate. As ancient feuds simmer and alliances teeter on the brink of collapse, a prince and a pirate must navigate treacherous waters of love, loyalty and longing. Bound by destiny yet torn apart by circumstance, their story unfolds amidst a backdrop of adventure, danger and forbidden desire.

In a tale as old as time, Gakushuu Asano, a scion of a royal lineage, and Karma Akabane, born into the infamous ranks of a pirate clan, found themselves locked in a generations-old feud. Initially, their animosity towards each other ran deep, both harbouring a visceral disdain that seemed insurmountable. However, fate intervened one fateful day when their paths converged at a bustling port on a remote island.

Bound by a fragile truce enforced by the island's formidable locals, the families of Gakushuu and Karma were compelled to set aside their longstanding grievances. The imminent threat of the islanders' prowess in combat loomed large, serving as a deterrent against any acts of aggression between the warring factions.

It was amidst this uneasy peace that Gakushuu's perception of Karma underwent a profound transformation. Observing the pirate's striking resemblance to his father, the prince found himself inexplicably drawn to Karma's rugged charm and rebellious spirit. There was an undeniable allure to Karma's rough-edged exterior—a magnetism that stirred within Gakushuu an unexpected and tumultuous attraction.

Karma Akabane, the son of the most powerful pirate captain known to roam the seven seas, at the mere age of 19, embodies the definitive pirate aesthetic with the weather-beaten tricorn hat, tilted daringly to one side, and decorated with a crimson feather. His once-pristine white shirt, now bearing the marks of countless battles, is adorned with faded embroidery and ragged sleeves, while a leather vest, weathered and worn, boasts brass buttons etched with intricate sea monster designs.

Burgundy trousers, rolled up at the cuffs, and a midnight-coloured coat with gleaming gold trim complete his ensemble. Multiple belts and sashes cinch his waist, each laden with pouches containing the tools and treasures of a true pirate, while beaded necklaces strung with seashells, pearls, and ancient coins adorn his neck. His fingers glitter with rings bearing emblems and gemstones, a symbol of his status and prowess.

Karma's bronzed, weathered skin, long crimson red hair cascading like molten gold, kohl-smudged eyes gleaming with mischief, and a grin revealing teeth as sharp as cutlasses, speak of a life lived on the edge of danger and adventure, with scars as souvenirs of battles fought and won, displaying strength and tenacity in the face of trouble.

As Gakushuu watches, he sees Karma's father laughing with him, playfully taking back the tricorn hat he had placed on Karma's head, revealing beneath it a bandana, a symbol of their legacy of piracy that runs deep within their bloodline.

One morning, Gakushuu spotted Karma snatching a handful of fruits from a stall before darting out of sight behind the nearby booths. He decided to follow him up until he couldn’t see him anymore. The streets were crowded so it was hard to see.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the arm, pulling him somewhere. Gakushuu was ready to fight back, but the person put their hand on his mouth to keep him quiet.

It was Karma, who was calmly grinning and eating the stolen apple with one hand and with the other, he held Gakushuu in place.

As Gakushuu's eyes widened in surprise, Karma's mischievous grin only grew wider. The two boys stood in a hidden alleyway, away from the bustling streets of the port. Gakushuu's heart raced, unsure of what Karma had planned.

"Shh," Karma whispered, removing his hand from Gakushuu's mouth. "I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't cause any trouble for our families. The locals here are no joke, and I don't want to risk any fights breaking out."

Gakushuu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why would you care about that? We've always been enemies, haven't we?"

Karma chuckled, taking another bite of the stolen apple. "Yeah, we have. But that doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt. Besides, it's more fun to mess with you when we're not fighting."

Gakushuu's cheeks flushed slightly at Karma's words, a mix of annoyance and intrigue swirling within him. He couldn't deny that something was captivating about the pirate's carefree attitude and rebellious nature.

"I don't need your protection," Gakushuu retorted, crossing his arms defiantly. "I can handle myself just fine."

Karma raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, I know you can. But that doesn't mean I can't lend a hand now and then. Plus, it's not like I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I just don't want any interruptions when I finally defeat you."

Gakushuu's lips curled into a smirk, a challenge gleaming in his eyes. "Defeat me? We'll see about that, pirate."

Karma's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I look forward to it, prince."

He released Gakushuu, who felt a subtle stirring of arousal, though he adamantly refused to acknowledge it.

Despite their families' long-standing feud, there was an undeniable spark between them. It was a connection that neither of them could fully understand, but one that seemed to draw them together despite the odds stacked against them.

As the days passed on the bustling island port, Gakushuu was unable to shake the memory of his encounter with Karma in the hidden alleyway. There was something about the pirate boy that intrigued him, something that stirred emotions within him that he had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, Karma couldn't seem to get Gakushuu out of his mind either. The image of the prince's defiant smirk and challenging gaze lingered in his thoughts, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't extinguish.

It was on one fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, that their paths crossed once again.

Gakushuu was wandering the crowded streets of the port, lost in thought as he pondered the events of the past few days.

He had tried to push thoughts of Karma from his mind, to focus on his duties as a prince and the expectations placed upon him by his family, but the boy seemed to haunt his every waking moment.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar figure up ahead, his heart skipping a beat as he realized who it was. Karma was once again standing at the edge of the bustling marketplace, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mischievous glint.

Without hesitation, Gakushuu made his way towards him, his footsteps quickening with each step. He wasn't sure what compelled him to seek out Karma, to seek out the very person who was supposed to be his enemy, but he couldn't deny the pull that drew him to the pirate boy like a magnet.

As he drew closer, Karma turned and spotted him, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, look who decided to grace me with their presence," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Gakushuu rolled his eyes, trying to mask the fluttering feeling in his chest with a look of indifference. "Don't get too excited, pirate. I'm only here to make sure you're not causing any trouble, once again."

Karma chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded Gakushuu with a playful glint in his eyes. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? Besides, I thought we already established that I’m up to nothing strange."

Gakushuu bristled at Karma's words, a surge of irritation coursing through him. "That doesn't mean I have to stand by and watch as you wreak havoc on this island."

Karma raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, so now you're concerned about the well-being of this island? How noble of you, prince."

Gakushuu scowled, his cheeks flushing with anger. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for the people who call this place home, people who deserve better than to be caught in the crossfire of our family's feud."

For a moment, there was a flicker of something in Karma's eyes, a hint of vulnerability that took Gakushuu by surprise. But before he could dwell on it further, the moment passed and Karma's usual smirk returned, his mask firmly back in place.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises, prince," Karma said, his tone teasing. "But enough talk. How about we make a deal? You let me go about my business, and I promise not to cause any trouble for your 'precious island'."

Gakushuu hesitated, torn between his duty as a prince and the strange connection he felt with Karma. In the end, curiosity won out, and he found himself nodding in agreement.

"Fine," he said, his voice firm. "But don't think for a second that I'm letting my guard down around you, pirate. I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

Karma grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wouldn't expect anything less, prince. After all, where's the fun in a little competition without a bit of tension?"

With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Gakushuu standing alone in the bustling marketplace. As he watched Karma go, a strange mixture of emotions washed over him, leaving him feeling both exhilarated and unnerved.

Amidst the longstanding rivalry between their families, their fathers found themselves ensconced in a local bar, their laughter and camaraderie echoing into the early hours of dusk.

Gakushuu observed Karma from across the room, perched in a secluded corner, thoroughly entertained by the adoration of the town's girls. His charm was palpable, he even gifted one of his penknifes to one of the girls.

Gakushuu couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy—not for the girls themselves, but for Karma.

Meanwhile, amidst the joviality of the bar, a young sailor approached Gakushuu's table, his intent clear as he sought an opportunity to secure a position aboard Captain Asano's esteemed ship. Such a feat was no easy task, as the entire port was aware of the formidable challenge it presented.

Despite the sailor's persistent flattery, Gakushuu's attention wandered, inevitably drawn back to Karma's table. Their gazes met fleetingly before being interrupted by the sudden clamour of the girls surrounding Karma. With infectious laughter and playful tugs, they whisked him away towards a concealed doorway, leaving Gakushuu momentarily captivated by the sight.

As Karma disappeared into the throng of giggling girls, he threw a small wink in Gakushuu's direction—a gesture that sent a flurry of emotions coursing through him. Confusion mingled with excitement as Gakushuu grappled with the unfamiliar sensations stirring within him, unsure of what lay ahead in this unexpected entanglement with the enigmatic pirate.

 As the night wore on, Gakushuu found himself unable to shake the image of Karma's mischievous grin and captivating presence. He couldn't understand why he was so drawn to someone from the enemy camp, someone who had caused him so much frustration and anger in the past.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Gakushuu excused himself from the sailor and made his way towards the door Karma had disappeared behind. He pushed it open cautiously, unsure of what he would find on the other side.

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methoughtsphantom · 5 months

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just gonna…. leave this here

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sorry prince👉👈

ACTUALLY I'M NOT SORRY😈😈😈

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dracomeir · 26 days

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Anyway, I had enough of paranoia preventing me from posting stuff. I haven't said shit about any AU of mine for a hot minute, so today I'll say something about King's Guard. I won't be writing this story for awhile (like a year or more in the future since I write slow), and this is prologue stuff anyway so it isn't that much of a spoiler. If you're like me, you'll probably forget this by then anyway. Still going to put it under the read more though. :3

Warning: Major character death, but also not.

For better context, Pico and Boyfriend had no idea about the other's true identity as an assassin and prince respectively. They happened to bump into each other in the market when dressed as commoners, and increasingly frequent encounters made them slowly fall for each other.

When the night the crown prince was going to be named arrived, Pico used the masquerade as an opportunity to sneak in. A few other assassins from the Ravenlight Order, the group he works for, joins him to ensure the prince with the Voice of Authority wouldn't escape. All the ginger was told about his target was that he had blue hair, and that he would be wearing a raven mask. He was also told to proceed with caution since there were rumours about the danger of the prince's Voice. It alone could cause the heaven's light to smite him, and he didn't want to get into a fight if the rumours were true. He could only do so much as an ordinary human after all.

As the target was walking to the throne to accept his role as crown prince, Pico emerged from the crowd to strike. He ended up slashing the man's mask in half, and saw his lover beneath it. With no time to think, he betrays the Ravenlight Order to protect him. An unknown third party overwhelms him as a curse of silence was placed upon Boyfriend. The ginger was stabbed in the back, and his vision faded as the prince was taken away. He thought it was over when a female voice echoed in the darkness.

"I can give you the means to live until you avenge your king. All I need is your soul."

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caker-baker · 1 year

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Window

Without thinking, the spy leaped from one ledge to the next.

It helped not to think, to keep the mind blank. Fear might have gripped them otherwise, a natural emotion they couldn’t shake. Hide it? Yes. Rid themselves of it entirely? No.

And they found, in their line of work, most people were afraid of something.

Primarily, the fear was of death, especially when the concept came face to face with the individual, unsuspecting and demanding.

It would be no different now, the spy was deciding, keeping their back flat against the wall as they creeped closer towards the window their informant had left open for them.

The princeling would be afraid, not knowing his death was coming. The spy would show no fear, and had none to spare, as far as anyone was concerned.

There was always an air of silence that followed the spy, even when the open window creaked gently, it was only the wind, and that’s all it could possibly be, for no human could be swallowed by their surroundings like that.

It was dark, which the spy liked. They had an ongoing deal with the dark – they did not disturb it’s peace and it cloaked them well.

Yes, most of the palace would be quiet at this dark hour, the few who were still awake would be in the lower levels, making little trouble for the spy.

Foot and ground met, step after step, that inhuman pocket of silence moving along with them.

And then there was noise that was most definitely outside their creation of quiet.

They turned, and they would have struck if not for the familiar sensation of metal against their throat.

“I’m giving you a choice.” Their target said, voice low. “Drop the dagger, and we could have a civil discussion.”

He looked at them, and the spy was forced to look back.

They didn’t make a habit of eye contact, especially not with the people they were meant to kill, but when a knife was presented to one’s neck so gracefully, well, habits could change.

“You said a choice.” The spy made sure to keep their voice level, drawing on that blank slated mind. “What’s the other?”

“Let’s not play pretend. We both know why you’re here. The other choice is to carry on, try and kill me.”

The spy could almost feel their blood rushing, a challenge.

There was undoubtedly a consequence of this action, so the spy took advantage of the silence the targeted prince provided, and listened.

No one else in the room, they were sure of that much, but outside the door…?

There it was, a small clank of metal.

The spy’s eyes snapped back onto the prince’s.

“So that the guards can rush in when they hear you scream? Clever little princeling.”

The prince smiled. “They told me you were good. Most other assassins never quite looked around enough, never listened. In and out, not a challenge.”

Not an assassin. The spy corrected sharply in their mind. I don’t just kill.

But the prince didn’t need to know that, he didn’t need to know more than what he believed, and if he believed them an assassin, so be it. That meant he didn’t have the whole picture, not yet.

“Well?” He said expectantly. “Drop it.”

The dagger clattered on the ground, but the knife at their throat stayed in place.

“Such formalities.” The spy tsked. “I did as you asked.”

“And you expect me to believe that was the only weapon you brought? If so, perhaps I overestimated you.”

The spy’s jaw tightened, and that blank slated mind turned nearly to anger, only nearly.

It wouldn’t work, this tactic of his, trying to get under their skin.

There had been a hundred before him, and there would be a hundred after him. He was not special.

“I have an offer for you. It pays well, allows you to live, truly a fantastic deal.”

“You want me to kill for you?” The spy laughed. “I have allegiance elsewhere, princeling.”

Though in the dark, they could see his face contort with something that wasn’t fury, not in it’s entirety, not yet.

“As do I, assassin.”

He seemed to know how much that phrase angered them.

“Which is why I need this job done.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“But imagine if you did. We have similar goals–”

“I doubt that, princeling.”

“Listen.” The prince pressed the knife ever so slightly further against their neck. “You don’t want me on the throne, you and your little party of thieves and beggars. Do this for me, I’ll abdicate, and you can put your pretender in the throne.”

“How do you know about–” The spy cut themself off, thinking, thinking, thinking. “You left the window open.”

The prince winked. “Clever little assassin.”

“Why?”

The prince’s face turned serious again. “Ask me. Ask me who I want dead.”

The spy’s voice dropped to a whisper, curiosity eating at them, horror growing.

“Who.”

“Her majesty, the queen. My mother.”

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