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melsuki · 2 years

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prince!oikawa tōru x princess!reader, 0.9k tw. one slight curse word ? pt1 ish

"found you."

you whirl around, loose hair whipping your cheek as you prepare to confront the intruder that dared to step foot in your personal gardens. especially when you were in, what your governess would call, an ‘improper state’: your hair loose, free from its usual artful updo, and your skirts wrinkled from sitting on the roots of a large oak tree. but as you meet a familiar pair of eyes sparkling with mischief, your anger fades and instead simple annoyance settles into your frown. you didn’t particularly care if oikawa tōru, crown prince of your allied kingdom, seijoh, sees you a little ruffled— he’s seen you with with grass in your hair and dirt on your knees (albeit you were both about six years old, but it was still you one and the same).

“how did you get in here?” you ask flatly, crossing your arms at him. you were meant to have guards up at the entrance prohibiting absolutely anyone from coming in. especially when you were in the garden yourself.

he ignores your question and a grin creeps up on his lips as he makes his way towards you with those stupidly long strides and the frown marks between your furrowed brows only deepen as he comes closer. you hate that grin; it’s filled with a knowingness, an arrogance, a tease that he knew something you didn’t and it gave him power.

“so-“ he walks beyond you and your skin prickles as he brushes past, “this is where you run away to.” he slowly looks over the greenery, strolling purposefully through the flower bushes.

you couldn’t help but feel a bit self conscious- this was your garden. your little hideaway that you built for yourself from when it was nothing but yellowing grass.

you were younger and had finally become sick of constantly having to mingle with facetious aristocrats, so you stole this little abandoned part of the palace gardens and cradled it near to your heart. working close with the royal gardeners, you learned how to sow seeds, how to choose what flowers would go where depending on what time of the year it would bloom, how to identify and pull out pesky weeds. you've spent hours upon hours toiling away in this little garden burning under the sun, and it’s become your very own sanctuary away from the shrill giggles, and calculating eyes. it’s a part of your very being, and oikawa was just… there. standing in the middle of it all.

but if anything, he looked far from out of place.

for a period of time oikawa simply stood and examined the green around him, the pale sunlight kissing the caramel of his hair. you didn't know what to say, what to think even. everything felt far too fragile, and you despised the way your throat constricted as he turned on his heel and began to stride towards you, clear brown eyes catching yours like a hook, disallowing you to look anywhere else but at him.

oikawa halted much too close to you, and your hands fisted at your sides as your chest tightened. you wanted to scream and yell at him to leave and get out and to not come back, but you stood stock still, jaw wired shut, afraid that you would shatter the air between the two of you, afraid that your voice would break if you tried. oikawa lifted his gloved fingers to your chin and tilted your face to look up at him, and you could do nothing but let him. “you did this all by yourself?”

it was an innocent question. it should have been, but the way your heart seems to be beating out of your chest and the fluttering in your stomach says completely otherwise.

“you’re not meant to be here.” you manage to choke out; and you were right. aside from the fact that this was your personal garden, he really wasn’t meant to be here- if anyone caught the two of you together without a chaperone-

“it’s beautiful.” he breathes, and you didn’t miss the way he glances down at your lips for a fraction of a second.

you couldn’t help but search his eyes for any sign of mischief or malice or cunning but, to your horror, there was none. nothing, but those beautiful amber eyes staring deep into your own with an intensity you could crumble under. neither of you made any moves, both frozen on the spot, not moving any closer nor moving further away, his finger still hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. the only sign that you both haven’t been reduced to marble statues is the gentle lifting of stray hairs tickling your cheeks from the delicate spring breeze.

“you’re a bastard.” you whisper, without an ounce of your usual venom coating your tongue. and you know he notices because a smile lifts the corner of his pink lips, and it infuriated you. it aggravated you to feel heat bloom in your cheeks. it absolutely maddened you when he let go of your chin, and your eyes followed him like a idiotic lovesick schoolgirl as he strolled right past you, walking neatly towards the white arches marking the entrance to your secret garden with his hands held behind his back.

“don’t forget we’re having tea with your mother at three.” oikawa glanced back, giving an innocent smile paired with a wink that would make any other lady flutter her fan to her neck.

you say nothing. you wouldn’t dare let yourself speak for the fear that your words would betray your racing heart, so you settle with silence.

“and y/n?” he pauses right underneath the honeysuckle garden arch, and kept his face forwards.

you hated the way your name from his lips sounded like music to your ears.

“you look pretty with your hair down.”

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leiaimnida · 2 years

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They're clearly unimpressed with the prince's dancing, your majesty.

oikawa, atsumu, and I in royalty au

#leia does art #haikyuu #haikyuu fnaart #haikyuu art #haikyuu royalty au #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fanart #oikawa #oikawa tohru #haikyuu oikawa #hw fanart #hq art #hq royalty au #atsumu royalty au #oikawa royalty au

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mantareidraws · 11 months

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In this life and the next, he'll always be a tease~

A piece I drew for the @/tlonzine!! Finally got to draw them in a royalty AU ft. a prince and tailor apprentice, with blush blush iwa making a comeback 💙 Leftover sales are currently open on twt and ig!!

I haven't posted artworks in a really long timeee. Long story short, I'm graduating from uni in less than a month!! And possibly continuing with grad studies 🫣

#my art #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #iwaoi #oiiwa #iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #oikawa torū #hq oikawa #aobajohsai #seijoh #royalty au #oikawa may not have cake but he has other assets lmao 👀✨

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weathertheraine · 1 year

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I have put them in a situation (gay ppl come get ur little knight/prince au pspsps)

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mirrorsblogs · 2 years

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐖. 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖�� 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣.

Dangerous would not even begin to describe you walking alone at night in this area of town. Barely anyone walked through and you heard in the distance the drunken merry of men in the distance as you desperately made your way to the cabin in the forest.

“Might I help you, my lady?”

You turned to find a favorite of the King, Sir Wakatoshi Ushijima. He was known for his battle prowess and knowledge of any and all weapons.

“No thank you, I am alright.” You smiled abashedly and continued on your way.

“I apologize to you, my lady but I took an oath when I became a knight to protect the citizens of this kingdom.” You turned back ‘round and saw the great Sir Ushijima stand stoically a few paces behind you.

“Alright but do not disturb me.” He nodded and followed behind you at an appropriate length. If he was a regular townsman you might have made conversation but your nervousness got to you.

“What is you do, my lady?” The lumbering of his metal armor was heard from behind you.

“I am a physician’s assistant in the castle.”

“I must have missed you then. I would remember you.” You shook your head in amusement before letting a smile grace your face.

“And I you.” With your head kept forward you were unable to see Wakatoshi smiling lightly as he let his attention focus solely on you.

“How is it working there?”

“It is a lot of fixing up you knights.” Wakatoshi huffed a little in amusement.

“My sincerest apologies then.” You let out a huff as well.

The rest of the walk was filled with mindless chatter but Wakatoshi found himself hanging onto every word.

“Here is my home. Thank you for walking me home, good sir.”

“It is no issue, my lady.” A pause. “Now I know who to come to if I am injured.”

“Yes I believe you do.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

On the day after this Ushijima had shown up at your work station with a nasty cut on his shoulder.

“When I said I would see you soon I didn’t mean this soon.” You huffed sarcastically as you gathered some things needed for the cut.

“It was not my intention.” He smiled a bit before staring straight forward.

You cleaned the cut with silence surrounding both of you until a particularly close swipe caused Wakatoshi to let out a hiss.

“I apologize, good sir.”

“It’s alright.” He remained stoic which made you turn your head away in shame. Without thinking Wakatoshi’s hand moved from his side to turn your head back around so you would be staring at him again. “It really is alright, my lady.”

Neither of you realized the proximity of the other until Wakatoshi opened his lips and let out a hot breath that fanned your lips. You cleared your throat and moved your gaze back down to his cut. Wakatoshi continued to stare down at you as you intently placed some bandages over the cut.

“Thank you, my lady.” Wakatoshi bowed his head.

“Not a problem.” You smiled and stood up ready to put back all the supplies. Wakatoshi grabbed your wrist before you could, however.

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

“No you did not, sir. It was rather enlightening.” You sent him a cheeky smile that caused Wakatoshi to leave in a stunned state.

You laughed a bit before resuming your work.

It was a few days later when you came back from the castle and decided to collect herbs you saw on your way back to your front door slightly ajar. You grabbed a cooking knife that you had stored in your boot and raised it in defense.

Slowly, step by step you entered the house until you heard a slight cling behind you. Instantly you turned around and shoved the person behind you into the wall and placed the knife with the point hitting their Adam's apple.

“I’ll cut your throat! That’ll shut you up!” These battle cries fell on deaf ears as Wakatoshi stared forward in full amazement and awe at you.

“You’re beautiful.”

At the sound of his voice you widened your eyes and finally realized who it was you had pinned with a knife. In an instant the knife clanged against the wooden floor as you took a step back in horror.

“Sir-”

“I t- trespassed. The door was open and I thought there was..an intruder.” Wakatoshi could not remember the last time he stuttered through a sentence like that.

His eyes became fixated first on your eyes that held a knife to his throat then your hair that moved slightly as you stepped back from him. He looked more and more at you and found nothing he could grow to hate.

After a few moments you had finally processed what he had said.

“Sir Ushijima, though I accept your affections I would not be the best person to chase after.”

“Why?” The pure curiosity in his eyes saddened you.

“People would down upon you for marrying a working woman rather than a noble lady.” He paused in contemplation for a moment before losing track of his thoughts by looking at your eyes again. When have I ever gotten so dazed when looking at one person?

You watched Sir Ushijima turn around from you but still look to be in thought just facing the wall.

“Sir, are you alright?”

“Sorry for my rudeness but your face seems to distract me from thought.” Wakatoshi glanced a little over his shoulder to see you holding in giggles with your hand. “As for your earlier statement I would wish to continue our courtship and see how it fairs.”

“Why me?”

“You make me throw rational thought out the window.”

“So this is your way of asking me out on a date?” Ushijima’s eyes widened and he quickly turned around.

“If that is what you want?”

“Tomorrow after your training. Pick me up at the physician’s office and we can dine.”

He smiled at you and shortly left thereafter.

You really are beautiful my lady.

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strawberrybutterblush · 7 months

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Kurotsuki Equinox 2023 Day 1 + 3

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” + Royalty AU

#kurotsuki #krtsk #kuroo tetsurou #tsukishima kei #haikyuu!!#hq #my art #royalty au

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artsemry · 9 months

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How is it that you go about defining truth and lies?

Royalty AU part 2!!

Don't forget to check my fanfic on AO3 for more inner context!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49158907/chapters/124032904

They are also individually available on INPRNT

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#haikyuu #artists on tumblr #fanart #art #sakuatsu #haikyuu art #hq atsumu #atsumu #haikyuu osamu #hq osamu #hq osamu miya #miya twins #osamu miya fanart #atsumu fanart #royalty #royalty au #artwork

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tortelloniboi · 1 year

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thinking about oakworthy again

#i’ve made this post like 3 times but SHHH #theyre jsut soooooo #them!!!!!!!!! theyd find each other in any universe and take comfort in each others presence #thinking about no daddies hq AU oakworthy and canon oakworthy and royalty AU and AAHHHHHH #oakworthy #dndads #sorry moots #toni talks

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xsugarysweetsx · 2 years

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King iwaizumi with maid reader : with iwaizumi genuinely loves y/n but y/n thinks he’s just playing around . One night iwa is talking to oikawa saying how he is going to propose to someone and reader gets the wrong impression and stays away from iwa until iwa confronts her and proposes!!

A/N: Omg I'm getting Stone King flashbacks

please enjoy~

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"Your majesty-"

"Y/N, don't call me that. You know I'm serious about this. I love you!"

Here it was again. The ruler and king of Aoba Johsai was confessing his love to one of the castle servants- you. This happened about once a month when he'd come up with some plan to confess his love. That or he would straight out tell you, just like now.

"please, we've been through this. I Know you care about me but you know this can't work. Please don't play with my emotions.” You say picking up the basket of laundry and continue on your way. You felt bad with how you left him looking so hurt. However, you’ve heard stories where this never worked. The royal ends up either chooses someone else, or servant ends up getting in trouble or worse.

You couldn’t risk it.

Even if he was sweet, and charming…. And strong and handsome. That wasn't the point! It just..... Wouldn't work. Even if you wanted to. You had to admit at one point you did give in and you felt guilty about the entire thing. One night during a celebration you had a few things to drink and so did he.

He asked for you to come and help him with something. Before you knew it he was confessing to his hearts content, and his lips danced gracefully with yours. His hands were roaming your body holding you close to his body as the wall supported you both.

“Please, Marry me Y/N, I love you more than life itself. Be my wife, let me make you happy..please” you never hear a king beg, unless it was to the woman he longed for the most.

Things were getting heated, his lips found your neck and your corset began to become undone. That’s where you asked him to stop, you apologized for anything you had done and gone back to your own room. After that night Hajime knew what he wanted , and that was you.

Not in just a sexual way but he wanted you to be his wife, his queen, everything. However he wouldn’t force you either. So now he simply tries to confess as much as he could so you can understand his true feelings. Even if he had to try for the rest of his life he would.

How could he even explain it? You were so sweet, and caring, and smart and you were much tougher than anyone thought. It was like a surprise and it was always great to see you scare off even the biggest of people. You were in every way his perfect woman. Hell he had even bought you a ring….and you weren’t even his.

But, having this ring did give him an idea.

If he went to you and proposed with he ring then it would show just how serious he was! But of course he would have to prepare himself in case you’d reject him again…. He just felt toes feet deep connection with you…he didn’t want to lose it or you.

He spent about a week planning everything out. He had actually done the exact opposite from what everyone would expect. Only problem w we as that you had heard him planning things out with Oikawa.

“I will meet her at sunset and propose to her. She’s the only one for me and no one can ever compare to her. She will make a fine Queen and an even better wife” you heard him say. It couldn’t have been you….not with your status. Not with how many times you’ve rejected him. Even if you had every argument to not marry him…it still stung to hear he was planning a proposal to someone. Even though you had rejected him, you still felt the same motions towards him.

And so in order to cope with you you absolutely avoided him for about a week 🧍🏻‍♀️. This then lead him to command you to meet him the fields. Now since he commanded you they were direct orders you couldn’t ignore.

He got a simple bouquet of wild flowers, he dressed down and he had asked you to meet him in the fields that day at sunset. As you walk through the tall grass and wild flowers you see him leaning against a tree.

At first it didn’t look like him. He had no armor, or knights, no royal clothing. If anything you would have mistook him for someone from the village. He knew if he proposed to you as just a man and not a king, he would show you he’d give up everything if it meant to be with you.

“Your majesty…what are you-“

“Please, let me talk Y/N. Not as a king, or royalty…just as a man.” He said stepping close to you “I know I’ve been….pushy as of late. And I know what you think of me. However I love you. I love you more than the stars and sun combined. I ask you to marry me and become my wife. I will love you until the day I die, I will give you whatever makes you happy. Anything…I will even give up my kingdom to call you my wife.” He gets down on to one knee and pulls out the ring he had bought “Y/N, please let me make me the happiest man alive and marry me.”

He had hope in his eyes and sweat on his forehead. He hoped to have convinced you enough that his love was real and genuine. His face soon fell into one of worry seeing your eyes well up with tears and confusion.

“B-but I’m not who you’re proposing to..” you stated “I…we’re too different. Besides you planned this and it’s not for me, it can’t be.” You breathed out trying not to break down. He quickly rose to his feet

“What are talking about? Of course it’s you, it always has been” he said reaching out to you despite you shaking your head. He brings you against his chest “Y/N, there has never been anyone else. It’s always been you, I had planned this for you.”

“But we can’t…you’re a king and I-“

“And you, are perfect.” He said wiping your tears with his thumbs “whatever the advisors or other royals have to say they can say it to me and I’ll make sure to to have them swollen their words” he said with a serious tone “Y/N, be my wife…please.”

You just felt so much in the moment you couldn’t help but soon and cling to him. He was your rock, your support. He held you up and kissed your head as he stated you.

“Sshh, it’s going to be okay. I love you…I love you…I love you” he said between kisses as you both stood in the gels of flowers. The grass tickling your skin and the breeze drying your tears on your face. You finally look him the eyes and ask him

“…do you truly love me? You won’t find a mistress, or have me thrown into the dungeon for us being together?”

“I would never even think it, my Queen” with a gentle kiss to your forehead you felt grounded and reassured that, he was genuinely in love with you.

“Okay….I accept…Hajime.” You had finally said his name and it cussed him to pick you up in a passionate kiss. He had finally made you his.

he had finally gotten his Queen

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aapaixonao · 1 year

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listen, i can’t get out of my mind this royalty iwaoi au that my head created, there’s literally a movie in my head, i’d be writing down parts to draw them, here’s one where they are teens still, and they are discussing bc the king was scolding Hajime because they got caught slacking (the whole thing about this au is them meeting in a secret spot since they are kids to adults) and Tōru tried to stood for his friend, it obviously didn’t go well.

alexa play “love in the dark” by Adele

also, kinda wip, I’d love to render this more in the future, i actually wasn’t frustrated while painting this (which is weird on me lol) and I’m kinda proud how the coloring turned out

#haikyuu fanart #hq!! fanart #ハイキュー！！#ハイキューファンアート #my art #digital art #fanart #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq fanart #iwaoi #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu oikawa #iwazumi hajime #oikawa torū #oikawa tooru #haikyuu angst #oikawa x iwaizumi #royalty au

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soranihimawari · 7 months

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And there was You

A royalty!au where our leads find themselves in the trials of young love & knighthood

Word count: tbd

Pairing: knight commander! miya osamu x royal!reader

Warnings: sword fighting; unwanted arranged marriages; first loves never go as predicted...

Reader armored // Armored! Miya Osamu

it's not everyday the knight commander is in charge of the heir to the throne. it is also not everyday both of them are seen giving each other grief over life within the palace walls. however, here within the kingdom, the nobles aren't shy to deal with the merchants and walk amongst the people. the only royal brave enough was yn, royal heir extraordinaire. apparently the rumours of them wearing a half mask from the players was to hide such a hideous face. no one has seen the crowned heir's total face and if rumours from the fisherman's ports rang true, you'd either be blessed or cursed.

ah, but you see? that was not the case at all. upon their birth, the royal adviser to the emperor and empress consort had scheduled a fortune teller to arrive. the thing was, the person was a trickster in it for just 1 golden coin. fortunes and cards were read before an audience of select inner court peoples. one in attendance would be the lady in waiting to the empress consort, now heavily pregnant and waiting the birth of the first sun of the empire. the conman convinced the emperor and empress the babe in the woman's womb would be hideously disfigured before the child would be one year old. years later, the mask of the child had been painted and repurposed and even as name day celebrations carried on, the mask collection grew. the heir back then was known as the child of 1000 faces.

all this was relayed to the empresses' inner court of ladies in waiting. one who too was awaiting the birth of their first son. however, that woman was blessed with two: one with hair the shade of spun wheat and the other? the other, the younger of the twins, had hair the sparkled like the dullest graphite. both of which grew alongside the masked heir, playing as children do, and right before the cusp of their debut, we find the friendly trio on the squire training grounds. they were receiving their final day of squire training. when asked why the heir wanted to learn the blade, all you said at the time was, "i wish to be with those who will not judge me for my hideous face when we go to war."

meanwhile, while this last session is in practice, your parents hold an audience with another prospective representative from a more urban neighboring kingdom to the south. since no one has ever seen your whole and true face, marriage seekers far and wide send their paige boys to see if the fox-ran kingdom rumours were true. many were emptyhanded when they had returned and life had gone on. however, with knighting ceremonies commencing tomorrow at dusk, you evading marriage talks for the last nineteen or so odd years of your life had been eluded. this was the subject of many arguments with your family, especially since your mother had put pressure on you to birth the next heir, which you absolutely will not do. you hit her with the physician's accounts of births to death ratios one night and she relents. your father, on the other hand, reminds you that though you had arrived late in their and life as well as their fifteenth year of marriage, you were the only child who had survived past age two in the royal records. you thank your father for the reminder, but also his encouragement of honoring the tradition of waiting until your debut to the court at age twenty. yet time moves ever forward, and as your childhood friends, now young men can be the bane of your existence, are seen walking shirtless and down to their bare minimum in the squire changes, you cannot help but stare for a moment before another knight in training from a merchant family, suna rin, makes the following comment loud enough for you to hear:

"which one do you prefer because if you keep oogling at their biceps, i am definitely going--"

"i'm going to stop you right there," you hiss. "atsumu is for the public women's eye, a brat whom i'll always admire as an older sibling."

"so, osamu then? to match your radiance, your exellency," suna teasingly pokes your side, making you bark a laugh.

the twins finish changing and although your gender remains neutral and a secret even to the outside world, your two friends, well three now that you count suna into the mix, ask you what you are planning on doing for this evening's pre-ball ball in their quarters. they offer you darts, meat and wine, and even cheeses. you sadly decline with a dejected look as the twins' mother comes around the corner, ready to scold her sons for hiding the 'future sun of the empire' again. for the third time this week. suna hears her round the corner and tries to soothe the mother's anger who also yells that he is just as guilty as keeping the heir for longer than expected on the squire grounds.

"but madam! they were only my sparring partners for a few hours," you try to defend them. keyword there is try. you learned the miya woman had a strict way of bringing up her boys, but she had the explicit permission to have her sons be your first and for a long time, only friends your age at the palace. regardless, she sighs, a few graying locks frame her face as she scolds her sons even further. yet, she turns to you again, softly smiling after sending the three lads on their way.

"yn, your excellency, you're late for your civics lessons along with reviewing the guest list for the squire graduation ceremony. i'm sure lord kita and sir aran would be delighted to know you'd be attending, not as the sun of the empire they serve, but you'd be nominated to lead the western riders with my osamu as the operating commanding officer. atsumu, though, i heard, shines brightly with the spears and blades, so i wouldn't be surprised if your father requests him for your personal guard when visitors arrive or long diplomatic trips are thrusted upon you."

you snicker and laugh a bit, amused by her confidence, when she escorts you to the bathing pools.

"roses and lavendar, like you requested," she bows and lets you bathe in peace.

late into the evening, after you had your fill of spare treats from the bakers in the kitchen, you bump into osamu, chest first, and your mask falls. he apologizes profusely, bows even lower as a sign of respect, yet as he is about to give you your mask, his eyes flit to your face. he pauses before giving you the mask and he, boldly, touches your typically masked side. his fingers are light and calloused, but you don't say a word. too scared to even breathe with him that close, he asks you if you had dropped the mask, a term of endearment falls out from his lips right after.

"you are stunning," he whispers so deftly you strained to hear.

"thank you," swats his hand away and grabs the mask from his hand and refastens it around my head. "it's not everyday i hear that coming from you, lord osamu."

osamu bows and he can't look you in the eye as he lets you take your leave. the compliment and his cheeks burn in the night air just as brightly as the torches.

a few hours before dawn breaks, you struggle to sleep. all you could think about was the exchange at the quiet halls.

"he called me stunning, a half-faced demon," you turn and wipe the stray tear away. "i wonder if he was sincere."

come dawn, the ceremony preparations were underway. you're in the waiting room as your attendants make sure your royal robes were pressed and not a crease in sight. your mask for celebratory ceremonies hangs with the others while you tie the last bit of ribbon to the back of your clothing. you are about to swap the masks out (the one on your face to the ceremonious one) when a knock is heard at your quarters. dismissing the ladies in charge of your clothing, you beckon the knocker come once the last woman leaves.

to your abject surprise, it is the familiar person from last night's impromptu rendezvous.

"lord osamu, this is a surprise," you say when he shuts the door behind you, locking it as quietly as he can. "is something the matter? you locked my door."

"i don't want to alarm you into running away, yn," he is gentle in tone. there is a serious side to this,you feel it in your bones. "but about last night..."

"were you sincere?"

you try to help him guide the conversation into a more positive light.

"of course i was! how can you ask me that, me who has known you as long as my brother has," he has this incredulous look on his face like you had just told him his favorite stray cat died. osamu paces in his formal attire as well and you stop him with a hand to his shoulder.

"you're not afraid of my true face?"

you're relief and comfort astounds osamu. he turns around and he sees that infernal mask and before you can blink, he slides it off with a tilt of your face with his fingers--he tilts it ever so high to just analyze the face that was hidden from the world. curious eyes, filled with shame and understanding we reflect his of warmth and steadiness; you were always told to stay hidden, hideous scarring rumors spread rampant, yet no one told you how beautiful you really are. osamu breathes you in like the moon begging to be blessed by the sun even during the day. he steps forward, a soft gentle smile on his face. you must be so scared, he thinks. i will prove to you how gorgeous i think you are, his subconscious continues.

"i was right. you are stunning, your excellency," he smiles when your lips quiver a bit when his thumb grazes past the corner of your mouth.

you glance away, briefly and he thinks he may have over-stepped.

“osamu, it’s just us here in my dressing room, drop the formalities.”

you stand on your toes and when he doesn’t stop you from grazing your lips over his, he holds you steady by your waist. he chuckles when you come back to the ground, realizing that you really kissed him.

“don’t,” he hushes you by pressing his fingertips against your lips. he can clearly see how apologetic you seem about robbing him of his first kiss. “i’d rather have my first kiss be with the person i know better than myself.”

hours later, the ceremony and knighthood names are also called out with surname titles, we find ourselves in a corner, speaking with the other knights who congregated in a corner. osamu eventually walked away to the balcony where after you receive praises, you follow him.

the remainder of the party is blur, especially now you’re on him; his hands carry you to an abandoned bed elsewhere through a secret passage. he knows what you seek and for you, you let him lose himself to his star.

one night of passion turns into two, three until the months go by and it becomes a regular thing. atsumu and suna are the first to catch on, they can practically smell you on each other: you started to smell more like the forgery and earthy forestry and osamu? osamu smelled of finer bathing waters like lavender and rose. your friends and who he considered his family sit far away in some abandoned part of the woods where you always fled to when you had disagreements with the council’s orders even if your father was for or against the laws being voted on.

“what are you going to do?” suna sits on the blanket glancing at you with a cat like tilt of his head. “you can’t casually tell your folks you don’t want to go to war because you fear you might be—”

“oh hush! whether the physician says it’s true or not, we’ve been careful ever since. these are dangerous times suna, you know this.”

atsumu and osamu were off finding wild blueberries to snack on when you sit down next to your brother in arms.

“if you say so, your excellency,” he nods as his bow when he rises of the ground to chase his tuto class friends. “but i will care for the child of a friend if you or osamu ever find yourself in that corner. regardless of drinking potions before and after, you know humans like us are pretty stubborn when we take root in our mother’s stomach.”

you chuckle, your mask vibrates. atsumu stays out in the field while osamu brings back a handful of what he had picked. you breathe deeply and sigh as he explains why suna came out to keep atsumu company in the field. so, you tell him, you tell him about how the last time you laid with him, you tell him about the stress you’re under in terms of assisting your father with running the council meetings while feeling a little ill—he asks you if you’d taken the potions the apothecary had prescribed you both, to which you nod.

“have you?” you ask.

osamu nods. “we can’t have anyone find out…if this really is the case, should we run?”

his smile is infectious when you tackle him and he laughs the blueberries rolling away slightly.

it only takes a scare to set the record straight a week later. by that time, nature takes it course proving to the physician though you are sexually not a ‘virgin’, you definitely are not with an heir. the report is given to your mother as you are away for a reconnaissance mission in a neighboring village. you return under kita’s direct orders along with your escort, osamu. this time, your mother and osamu’s wait for you both in your solarium. you’re laughing ceases when you come face to face with the two women who brought you into this world.

“are you mad child?” your mother is furious. “do you know what your foolishness would have caused of the results were the opposite?!”

she hands you the physician’s private findings. you’re not expecting which was a good thing; your ladies in waiting were questioned about your monthlies as they had been dubbed by most common-folk. thankfully the stress to run this place and upkeep appearances to the public were to blame for your monthly to be considered tardy as all hell.

your mother berates you, shames osamu, but you can’t get a word in to fight for him. his mother though tuts saying he had flown to close to the sun this time.

“whatever this is,” mama miya is worse off than livid. “end it now before your father, the sun of this empire, finds out.”

they are about to exit, but you find your voice. it is shaky and defiant.

you shield osamu behind you and he holds your waist with a gloved hand when you sternly say, “no.”

“you dare—?”

slap! your hand collides with the empress consort’s face. osamu’s mother gasps.

“i dare because how can you listen to the words of the conman who managed to fool everyone at court telling them i’d grow to be hideous when the first person to see me without this damned mask is him?”

you slide the mask off, frustrated and angry. “he praises my beauty, one that was hidden because you and father believed the less of a faux fortune teller. so excuse us for wanting to rattle the stars. you both had a love born from humble beginnings, so why is it so hard for you to understand?”

you do not permit them leave until nightfall. the women kneel with their arms outstretched fit hours on end and though this punishment may be cruel to some, you ask osamu if you want him to permit his mother’s leave.

“not yet,” he whispers. “mother, true or false: when father died in battle, did you wish it was me?”

you raise your brow and let the interrogation of the second son go forward. mama miya, strong and proud like a peacock, succumbs to her child’s rebellious questions and she nods. he circles back to take his stance on the truth you had shared hours ago.

“do i love the sun? of course i do, you said so yourself mother…perhaps i may be an icarus with my head in the clouds, but i will never dictate to my children who they can and cannot see in this infernal century.”

you dismiss his mother first after she caves understanding just how brazen love can make anyone.

your mother though? she laughs behind her eyes.

“your father will never let you have him,” she chuckles. “did you think you were going to have forever with him?”

osamu looks at you worriedly.

“guards! arrest him,” she barks. unfortunately for her, she forgets who actually has watch over this area at this time of night.

atsumu and suna walk in, smiling at you and osamu.

“oh, we heard everything through the door, your grace,” suna bows to you. completely walking up toward his friend who holds your hand. “was she spouting her nonsense about you two not being together?”

“my brother has an odd taste for people he loves,” atsumu chuckles. “we too love your child empress, just more in a familial sense. we protect our kind. beauty is skin deep, but our anger is palatable.”

“don’t maim her,” you say stepping back into the light. “she’ll be a good little bitch and tell the captain of the guards bandits came and took me and ‘samu away. suna and you, atsumu, are to chase our imaginary outlaw friends until this empire becomes a republic.”

your mother raises her arms to strike you, but instead she yields when three different swords are pointed at her direction.

“you heard the heir, empress,” suna mirthfully laughs.

“go escort her majesty out of these quarters,” atsumu directs. “i need a word with my brother.”

suna obeys as does a defeated queen. her crown askew, she bitterly bit her tongue saying the brat wasn’t supposed to love that long abiding to the actual predictions.

“still buying that charleston’s lies?”

suna’s dagger is jabbed through the hanging tongue of the empress. he tells her to keep her mouth shut as he ties a rag round her mouth to staunch the bleeding.

“ah, silence at last,” he says when he delivers the queen to her men. “assailants took her tongue, sir. atsumu is in pursuit to the heir’s room as we speak.”

meanwhile, the twins have their exchange with you.

“you had to fall in love with the heir,” atsumu laughs. “here.”

atsumu hands him a pouch filled with some coins. brass, silver, and gold.

“take care of him, of each other, ok?”

the ash blonde kisses your forehead and hugs his brother close.

“send a falcon to me when you cross the border north. there is a friend who wears robes of emerald and gold. itachimiya’s territory beyond the iron wall of date city, that’s your destination. follow the night stars on your palms. the love line psychics use is the pathway.”

you hear the commotion outside your doors.

“atsumu?” you walk up to him and kiss his cheek. “be well and thank you.”

“go,” he tosses his head to the window where osamu has scaled the wall there too many times to count.

like a thief in the night, seven horses are let loose from the stables minutes later, only two of them split off from the group carrying nothing else but the riders on their backs.

suna and atsumu are eventually bright in for questioning in the months that pass. atsumu’s mother mourns the loss of her youngest who is presumed dead because of the raucous that night and the king, your father, at first was beside himself with grief as well. however, upon hearing the story suna and atsumu told the courts, even if it was just a way to answer the public’s cry for answers, the emperor’s eyes watched them.

“summoned again?”

“to his private study this time sir atsumu,” a young squire says. “it says to bring suna.”

on that night, right before the lantern festivals, the emperor hears the story of how a conman fooled a royal family and how a commonly born nobleman feel for a shooting star. the night was clear and a falcon was on its way with an invitation to attend a ceremony in the spring.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #royalty!au #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #sora after hours #hq x reader

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