#knight x prince

[wordsbymae]

Price of War

Ok I lied, I was gonna do something for an oc, but I have been obsessed with Arcadie: Second Born since I played it so I had to do very short piece inspired by it. Sorry if it isn't as good as you guys are used to! It has been awhile since I've written anything.

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The last of your name, the last of your blood. The sole survivor of a massacre enacted solely to destroy your family, to murder each and everyone of you. The King and Queen were dead. Throats slashed from behind as they feasted and cheered atop their great seats. Next came your older brother and sister. They were fierce warriors but caught completely unaware, in the once assumed safety of their great familial hall. Cut down by those they once called friends. Your uncle, barely leaving his seat, was the fourth to fall. Numerous other family members, those you loved, those you cared for and even those you barely even knew, were slain after. Their blood mixing in with that of their fallen kin. Screams and cheers coming together in a wicked display of evil. Those not of your name ran for their lives, leaving behind their loyalty for the fallen royal family behind in the muck of betrayal.

It was an extermination. Leaving you, youngest of the King and Queen's children, and the last of your entire family, to live. It was due to no cunning or skill of yours that you were still alive. No mercy from above or a chance of fate. The traitor willed you to live and as such you were spared. But, as the traitor sat on the very seat your father was murdered on, used your mother's still warm body as a foot rest, and cleaned the sword he used to cut your brother down, you wished, and not for the last time, that you had fallen with your kin.

He sat before you, lazily wiping your brother's blood from his great sword. You recognised it as the sword your mother gifted him for a successful campaign in the east. The great hall was silent now. There had been gargles and moans of the dying but it was finally silent. Death had come for your once great house. Those complacent in the massacre stood tall and motionless, like statues that littered the walls. And like statues they held no guilt for what had occurred.

You stood, shaken and teary eyed. You tried to hold back emotion, lest the traitor in front of you saw you as weak. You had been dragged from your hiding place while your family was still being butchered, you thought the same would happen to you. Instead you were dragged through rivers of blood and over dying bodies. Your second cousin had gripped onto you ankle with such a force you could still feel his nails digging into your skin now. You could feel his blood drying on your face too, the memory of those who had been dragging you kicking and slashing him as he laid on the floor, until his grip finally loosened.

The traitor in front of you let out a sigh, lulling you back into the present. He seemed bored or at the very least disappointed.

"I thought it would have been harder" he spoke, pushing your mother's body back and forth with his foot, until he bored of it and pushed your mother down the stairs, to your very feet. You stared at her, her eyes dull, yet screaming at you with fear and sadness at the very same time.

" I thought it would take more to bring down the once great royal family". You couldn't tell if he actually wanted an answer, or was just pushing salt into the emotional wounds that littered you.

He stood and began to slowly walk down the steps to meet you. Upon coming across your mother's body he kicked her to the side. There was a time you found him attractive, there was once a time one might say you had 'feelings' for him. But it was nothing but a child's fancy. The man in front of you was no longer your childhood companion, no longer was he the trusted general of your father's armies, no longer the Kingdom's most valued hero. He was a murderer, a villain, a traitor. A suddenly occurred to you, that the tribes and chiefdoms that your father ordered him to raise to the ground, had known him long before you as only as that, an evil, wicked man.

"Do you know why I spared you?" he asks, the face of your childhood friend, corrupted with the blood of your kin.

You opened your mouth to answer. To tell him no, to tell him to go fuck himself, to make a morbid joke of him wanting to torture you in front of the kingdom. You weren't quite sure what you were going to say. But he cut you off, clearly not in the mood to discuss his internal plans.

"Because you are the key to peace and the price of war" he states, eyes drilling into yours. You stared back in confusion, he was never one for riddles.

" I have fought in countless battle, killed hundreds, caused pain to thousands, and what was it for? hmm? Nothing, not a single fucking thing" he spits, you try to step back, but he only inches closer.

"I was lied to, we were all lied to" he shouts, pointing to his men who stiffen as he does so. "we were told war is the maker of peace, we were told that for every life we take, every family we slaughter, our kingdom, our homeland would flourish. It was nothing but a filthy fucking lie."

He turns back to where he left his sword, leaning on your father's seat. He grabs it, and turns back to you.

"I was given this as a gift for my battles in the east, but it was not what was promised to me" he snarls, his arm lifting until the sword was pointed at you, he steps forward, the tip coming to rest under your chin.

"Your mother promised me you" he whispers, the anger from before shifting to desperation. His arm lowered and so did the sword.

"It was the one thing I asked for when I left for the front lines, that if I survived I would have your hand in marriage, as we had planned as children, as it should have always been. But your mother lied, told me that of course she would be honoured to have me as your husband if I came back a hero, but a soldier and a hero are not always the same. I did what I was told, killed all those who opposed us, and for what? A scrap of metal to be thrown at my feet because I was not noble enough? That unlike your family's spoiled brats, I actually fought along side my men? I didn't stand on some ridge over looking chaos and watch as if it was some sport?"

"They lied to me, about everything. Why we were fighting, why we were killing, why my soldiers had to die in a foreign land to a foreign hand. Peace we were told. It wasn't peace, it was greed. Now it is time for us to be greedy. It's time for us to make war to make peace. This land will be rid of those who sent us to war for scraps of metal and gold. And a new dawn, a new kingdom for the common people will be born. It's finally time for me to get what was promised to me, for all the shit I've been through, for all the blood I split, I finally will have you. And I will be the king this kingdom deserves"

You let go of a breath you didn't know you had.

"The kingdom will never accept you as king" you whisper, trying to swallow but only finding a parched mouth. "They will see you as nothing but a bloodthirsty tyrant"

He stares at you for a moment, until a deep chuckle fight past his lips. He laughs for a few moments, his silent statues of men begin cracking their façade and laugh along with him.

"Of course they will accept me. I'm the kingdom's valiant hero, who not only protected them from the eastern tribes, but rescued them from the tyranny of your parent's rule. You live a sheltered life your majesty, you know not of what is beyond the castle walls"

Your heart races. Surely your parent's were loved by all? They seemed to think so, hosting large parties and feasts in honour of the peasant and common folk. Yet you now only find it odd that your never truly saw common folk at these gathering, unless of course you count the servants.

The usurper king continues speaking.

"But suppose you are right, that there are some who would refuse to see me reign, well as you as my spouse, how could anyone refuse, after all you are the sole living survivor of your family, you are therefore the ruler of this kingdom, and with me as your king, none shall dare threaten us." he chuckles, a dark and violent sound.

"Any child of yours is the heir to the throne, and I intend to sire that child" his eyes gleam dangerously in the candle light of the hall.

You look down at your mother, kicked to the side, eyes open forever unseeing. For a moment you wished that you could lay down beside her one last time and be one with your family again, forever unseeing, yet forever out of reach of the usurper king's hands.

#yandere x reader #knight x princess #knight x prince #gender not mentioned #however implied at the end #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #yandere #usurper king #inspired by #arcardie second born #asb #yandere x gn!reader #gn!reader #somewhat implied female reader #murder #tw violence

[save-the-villainous-cat]

heyyyyyy cutie ;)))) care to write some knight x prince with hurt/comfort?

(PS: don’t tell your husband I said you were sexy hotttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵)

“It’s alright,” the knight said. They sat down on the bed, hands folded. Sometimes, they were angry at the prince for giving them extra chores just to annoy them. But this didn’t feel like an extra chore. It didn’t even feel like a burden. Even though, they weren’t obligated to do this, they felt responsible. Why, they did not know. “Nightmares again?”

The prince sighed and pressed his palms into his eye sockets. Vaguely, he nodded. Judging by the tears streaming down his face, it had been horrifying. He had survived an assassination attempt a few years ago. Since then, he could barely sleep.

“I’m sorry,” the knight said. They were good at fighting with the prince but comfort was more challenging.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the prince answered. He looked up, dark circles under his eyes and a torn mind in his head. His hair was as messy as his bedsheets and he didn’t wear a shirt. More than once, the knight’s eyes dropped to his shoulders. And lower. “You should go to bed.”

“Well, I cannot do that if you scream through the night. You’re the one who wanted my chambers to be next to yours. You requested it.” It was meant as a joke. But as he looked at them and let his sleepy eyes glide down their body, he didn’t seem amused. Once his eyes were going over their facial features, the knight felt a bit hot. His gaze could really burn but he only wanted a distraction, the knight knew that. He liked the quick pleasure and the feeling of someone’s hands on him. He didn’t want them. He wanted someone.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he said, much softer this time. Too soft for the knight’s liking. “You can leave.”

At first, the knight debated if they should just stay and try to convince the prince to let them stay but eventually, the knight stood up. He didn’t want their help.

Nevertheless, they needed him to know that it didn’t have to be like this.

“I’m probably the only one in this castle who would listen to what you have to say. I am probably the only one who truly cares, as well.”

Now, the prince smirked weirdly and it appeared to be infected by sarcasm. He stretched his arms, all muscle, even though he was bad with the sword. Coordination problem. Focus.

“Because it’s your duty,” he said.

“Listening to you is thankfully not my duty. But I’ll do it anyway because I know what it’s like to feel unheard. People may think especially you can do whatever you like but everyone at court knows this is a golden cage.”

The prince pulled his blanket closer and (finally) covered his naked stomach. The knight felt so dumb for looking at the prince the way they did. Felt so dumb how much relief they felt when his abs were covered. Blushing and cursing themselves, the knight reached the door but before they could reach it, he raised his voice.

“…actually, could you wait a few more minutes?”

“Of course.” They walked back to the bed on shaky legs but they didn’t expect this.

“You’re my knight, right?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You won’t leave me, will you? If there’s a war or if people start to rebel…” The knight didn’t understand the question.

“Of course, I won’t leave you. I swore an oath. I will stay by your side until you revoke my duties.” They sat down again and studied the prince. Honestly, they were getting worried. Nightmares were reoccurring once a month and most of the time, the prince didn’t even remember them and just fell asleep again.

But this…

“You’re annoying but I will not leave you,” the knight said, attempting lightheartedness but it only sufficed for a sad smile on the prince’s part. “You will be a great king, you know. You care about the people and you care about money. You understand war and you understand alliances. You know how this works.”

“But I’ll have to marry and be unhappy.”

“You don’t even know who she is yet.”

“I know who she is not.” The prince looked at them, deeply heartbroken. “And that’s enough torture.”

He sighed again and intertwined his fingers with the knight’s. And slowly, it dawned on the knight. All of it made sense. Why the prince ordered them to move next to him. Why no one had shared his bed with him for the past months. Why he wanted to be with them at all times.

Why he had taken their hand.

Christ.

“They’re always about you,” he said. “My nightmares are always about you.”

#SORRY BABY THIS IS SO ANGSTY BUT ALSO COMFORT- #I LOVE YOU!!!!! #writing snippet #kingdoms and royalty #prince #knight #prince x knight #princexknight #knight x prince #knightxprince #an answer for an ask #request #angst #h/c

[epiclamer]

This one is for my wife (who is helping me get back into writing because im in a slump 😭) @save-the-villainous-cat

Dressing Habits

It was safe to say the knight was almost prepared for what they were about to walk into. Every time the prince called them to his quarters it was some new elaborate scheme to try and seduce them.

But this time the air was different.

They couldn’t see his face and he didn’t turn in his chair when they entered. Something was definitely wrong.

If the knight had the right to speak first they would, but for fear of worsening his state they stayed silent until he was ready.

“I’m tired.” He turned slightly and the knight couldn’t help but trace his side profile with their eyes. Yet they didn’t truly believe what he said, if anything he looked more determined than exhausted.

“You should sleep then, your highness.”

The prince groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. Sometimes he loved his title, other times not so much… “Not that kind of tired.”

They knew.

And they waited for him to continue.

“I’m tired of begging you to touch me.” He smiled, that stupid grin that made the knight’s heart skip a beat every time. That smirk that promised a good time and a bad back the next morning. “I’m a prince after all~”

This time he turned all the way around, revealing the sheer robe that loosely covered his shoulders and chest but did absolutely nothing to hide it. Its dark, floral print and lace edges screamed “rich royalty” which seemed to be the style that suited him best. At least, that’s what the knight had deduced from the prince’s various extravagant outfits.

Or maybe it was just their favourite style out of the many.

“Pardon?” They hated the way their voice broke at its peak, on the other hand the prince seemed to love it. Leaning his head back and wetting his lips as he looked them up and down.

“Do you ever take that off?” He gestured with a flick of his wrist at their armour.

Technically no. But also yes. They did, when they were alone. Which probably hit every check box for a metaphor about their cold heart and closed off demeanour, but it was their duty. They were a knight and their job was to protect. Their amour only ever came off when they had time to themselves. The prince however shortened that time indefinitely with his constant beck and call.

At their silence, he raised a brow, prodding for an answer he must’ve already known. The knight swallowed, normally they had much more composure around him, but his outfit and his laugh and his face, everything, was becoming increasingly more distracting.

“Yes, sire.”

“Fuck…” The prince closed his eyes, groaning in ecstasy as he did. “I thought we saved that name for the sheets.”

“We’ve never had sex.” It came out too fast. Too rushed that they didn’t even realize the words had left their mouth until the prince stood up from his chair and stalked towards them, his grin bigger than ever.

The prince was known for his… luxurious dressing behaviour. It was his favourite thing to do each morning, what outfit will infuriate the knight the most?, type of game. He prided himself on his accuracy at it as well.

This robe however, challenged every other article of clothing the prince had ever worn before. He hadn’t even bothered to put boxers on and the fabric was as good as invisible. Only now did the knight begin to understand what he was getting at.

“Not yet, no.” In two strides his highness was before them. Leaning in before he spoke again, “But I plan to change that tonight.” He hesitated, placing a hand against their chest plate. “May I?”

A terrible trick of words. Both of them were skilled when it came to language—one of the many things the prince found endearing about his guard—but he was more fond of twisting them, whilst they were more fond of empowering them.

The knight wasn’t allowed to take their armour off, especially not while on duty, but a direct order from one of the royal family was not to be ignored, nor deterred. He knew it, he knew both sides and they knew that he knew. It was a double edged sword, yet they were granted a choice. They could choose what rule they would follow and he wouldn’t object to their decision.

“I’m not interested.” Maybe if they lied out loud both of them would believe it. “…Your highness.”

His smile faltered just a little and the knight would lie again and tell themselves it didn’t hurt their heart to see. But they stayed strong and the prince retreated their hand back to their side.

He shrugged, his robe falling off one shoulder revealing a small, circular scar and the knight’s skin prickled with the memory of the moment. They couldn’t handle seeing the prince’s scars, it felt like a reminder that they had failed him. A permanent mark of their sloppy work which ended up hurting the one they were supposed to protect.

The palm of the prince’s hand gently brushed their cheek as he pushed a lock of hair out of their eyes. Drawing the knight back to their surroundings in a blurry rush of heat. His eyes told them he could read their mind and they offered a guilty comfort of which they couldn’t indulge.

“I have sources that would say otherwise…” Cocky and arrogant was his default, but he seemed to hold a certain kindness in his heart for the knight. Yet they couldn’t decide what side they liked more on him.

“You were never one to believe rumours, my liege. What has changed that?”

“Because it’s you they’re about.”

“You’ll find there’s many, if you look.”

“Your highness.” He shared the title as it came from their lips. Practically glowing when he guessed the right name before he turned back towards his chair.

Falling back into it, the knight couldn’t help the lurch their heart did and the flinch their body acted towards the prince’s carelessness. He winked at them, spinning himself around as he spoke.

“Ever thought about switching it up?” The prince waggled his eyebrows, biting his bottom lip before he continue. “Something like da—”

“If you’re about to say what I think you are, don’t bother. It’s not happening.” They had to close their eyes at the thought of keeping composure. He was such a dick. “…My prince.” The knight sneered, biting their tongue at their own attitude.

The prince hummed, much too content with the knight’s reaction. “I won’t give up on you, baby.”

Internally they were relieved, externally they rolled their eyes. “I know.”

#ahhhh #im tryna write again #pls #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #scenarios #knight #prince #prince x knight #knight x prince #princes #knights #knights x princes #princes x knights #knight and prince #prince and knight #flirt #flirty #smutty #flirty prince #flustered knight

[yourknightinshyningarmor]

imagine your knight, his strength and sharp tongue, finally submitting to you. his sculpted body sprawled across your silken sheets.

he’d acted reluctant at first, blushing brightly and confused as you shoved him onto your bed. an innocent ‘my lord?’ was all it took to shove you over the edge. 

in no time as all he’d become putty in your hands, moaning whorishly as even the breath of touches. he’d melted into the fluff off your bed as you explored and moved him as you liked. it was exquisite, how easily he gave all of himself to you.

you’d touch and lick and bite every inch of him, watching shamlessly as he rose to remove his armour with shaky hands. the minute he was left in just his undershirt, you’d pounce on him again - committing every inch to memory.

in particular, the image of him on his stomach burned into your brain. you’d simply sat back and watch as hands tied tightly behind his back with your royal sash, he’d try to raise himself up for you. he’d whine as his face is lost in the sheets, ass raised as high as he can waiting for you.

he’d beg and splutter, flushing beautifully with equal embarrassment and want. all decorum long forgotten. shirt askew he looked like some kind of painting, destroyed and desperate in the prettiest way possible, his pretty little mouth would be bitten raw by the time you move close to him, rutting against the curve of his ass. 

he’d helplessly try to rock back, almost falling in his desperation. ‘please, your majesty, put it in’ 

and once you’d start pounding him, he’d cutely try to keep the position, despite the rocking of his body. his face would be smushed against the pillows, crying and overwhelmed by pleasure. he’d beg and call for you the entire time, moans of ‘sir’ ‘your majesty’ and ‘your highness ringing out.

and when he moans untouched and falls limply into the mattress, he’d wordlessly moan for you to keep going

#smaller drabble than usual but this is my one thought rn #knight x prince #prince x knight #knight kink #mlm nsft #prince and knight #prince kink #royalty kink #me and who

[pull-my-collar]

i'd had my eye on the prince the moment i laid eyes on him. whenever we were in the same room, my eyes always strayed to his elegant profile, his seemingly relaxed and confident demeanor, and the attractive body i knew from the times he'd take off his shirt when we trained together.

i'd learned to train my eyes elsewhere, only looking at him when needed and never more. if the other knights knew i desired the young heir they'd tear me to shreds. me? a knight whose only purpose was to serve the royal family, not live amongst them. i might as well dream of taking up the throne.

nonetheless, the fantasies of being the prince's personal lapdog persisted; to be naked on their lap, being petted whilst they attended to their meetings, to sit at their feet and be looked upon with adoration and care, to be gifted the finest jewels and silks, all just for the prince to see. the thing that pushes me to climax everytime i let these fantasies play out in my head to the idea of being cherished by the prince of all people. the prince, the confident, charismatic person that can charm anyone to do what they want. the person who has suitors approaching them at every gala.

#ns/fw drabble #royalty kink #prince x knight #knight x prince

[petersoftparker]

“You will not be hurt, I will not allow it.”

Prince Will Byers x Knight Mike Wheeler

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #mike x will #byler prompt #byler au #knight x prince #moodboard #byler #will byers has powers

[bagerfluff]

Prince: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Knight: Marry me.

#lgbtq #incorrect quotes #Knight #Prince #prince x knight #knight x prince

[pencil-down-a-paragraph]

We all say that we don’t want to be a damsel in distress, that we want a sword and to fight in our cool royal fit. But we all know that we want, at least once, for our very respectful and devoted knight to carry us through a forest back to the castle after we injured our ankle while being strong and independent, knowing full well that the ache in our chest will remain unsoothed and the loneliness will return because to be held by our knight would be disgraceful under any other circumstances. All we can do is yearn for our head to rest upon their chest once more

It’s me. I’m we

#i have no defense #I’m just stuck thinking about the royal x knight dynamic #knight x princess #knight x royal #knight x prince #yearning #writing #royal au #text post #paragraph rambles

[youfavfemme]

I’m hearing talk about femme princess x butch knight but have you considered femme knight x butch prince?

#lesbian #butch femme #femme 4 butch #butch 4 femme #knight x princess #knight x prince

[thehereticprinceseries]

The Heretic Prince is officially OUT NOW!

Your next favorite queer YA/NA fantasy is finally here! A transmasculine prince who ran away from home and comes back to save his family— and the love of his life. If you like queer and trans characters, knights and magic, prophecies and gods, this is the book for you! Get yours today, paperback or digital!

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[i-dont-actualy-like-oatmeal]

i love knight x monarch aus bc its so relaxing to just trust someone and let them tell you what to do.... like yes i could spend my mental energy making decisions every of my life orrrr i could be a knight and spend my time protecting someone i love and trust who will just tell me what to do

#free will is awsome but also... #knight x prince #knight x monarch #royalty #royalty au #writing #fantasy #it's the choice paralysis thing #probably #choice paralysis #nurodivergent #adhd

[save-the-villainous-cat]

*Psst!* Over here! Yes, I'm talking to you!

I heard you were looking for some angst requests...

Here's an idea...

A playboy type prince and his knight (male) are enemies w/ benefits. Prince and Knight both start to fall in love. Knight decides to confess, thinking Prince feels the same way, Prince rejects him. They fight/end any engagement they have w/ one another. Little does Knight know that Prince was threatened by his dad to stop seeing Knight

Sorry if this is kinda long...

*Scurries back into the shadows*

They brought him right into his chambers. As instructed, his wounds were cared for and they had washed his body but the clean and broken skin didn’t hide how bad he’d been injured. For a second, the prince allowed himself to let his heart stop, staring at the man who’d been his lover once.

Bandages covered his arms and shoulders, those places that hadn’t been shielded with heavy armour to protect him. His hair was longer now, more wavy and wild, and his eyes seemed to have adapted a darker shade. This rough version of him was free of the crushing burden of knighthood and though, originally, the prince had fallen for him for this exact reason — strength and the sense of unquestionable loyalty — he couldn’t deny that this wasn’t the reason why he loved him.

He loved him for his jokes and his kindness, for his skill and his attentiveness. He loved him for seeing right through him. Not for the adventure. Not for something he had been once, something that was long gone.

His grip tightened around the wineglass, feeling as so often that he might survive another night with more of it in his stomach. He knew he was getting foolishly desperate, clinging onto something bottomless that wouldn’t satisfy his needs. And yet. Did it really matter?

The guards had done their duty and so they left the prince and his former lover and the undoubtedly thick air behind. His eyes were on the guards until they closed the doors behind them and he could finally manage to look at the man in front of him.

Kneeling on both knees, clutching the gown so it wouldn’t fall down his shoulders and expose the skin, his head down. It was all he had on him. One long gown he hung onto. He looked obedient in a way that made the prince’s stomach coil.

He placed the wineglass on the table and took a few steps towards the knight, wishing they were in another land, in another time. Both of them allowing themselves to be happy side by side.

As soon as he was close enough, he snuck one cold hand under the knight’s gown and pressed it in-between his shoulder blades. There was no injury there, just a space that needed to be filled. All the knight could manage was a hiss and a trembling breath, betraying his feelings as he continued to look at the ground and kneel in front of his future king.

“Two arrows, they told me,” the prince mumbled. He felt the burning of the knight’s skin warming his own hand and with that, he felt the rising pain and the yearning for the past.

“It was three,” the knight answered and as he spoke, the prince could feel the rumble of it. Vibrating his whole body.

He was thrown back into a time before duty, remembering the soft whispers in warm summer nights and the laugh the knight would try to hide when the prince made weak promises. How they’d get tangled up in the bedsheets and how the knight would kiss the prince’s back lazily when it was time to wake up. The warm sun hitting the knight’s usually stoic face and making it all soft. The kisses. The warmth.

Youth had blinded him, had made him think he could conquer the world all alone. He’d been such a fool.

“Are you still hurt?” he asked.

“They gave me something,” the knight answered. “Makes it go away.”

Not really in control of his own actions, the prince let his hand trail upwards, hair twisting around long and slim fingers. It was still as soft as so many months ago. Gods, it was maybe even years. He couldn’t tell anymore.

“I told them to capture you, not to hunt you.”

“Well, they hunted me.”

“Then they’ll be punished,” the prince said. The words were heavy on his tongue. Seeing the knight in pain was something he’d never get used to.

“Don’t bother.”

“I will,” the prince said. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I killed like five of your knights before they got me.” Fuck. That would be difficult to fix. He’d been announced a traitor by the king. It wasn’t easy to get someone out of that accusation and the prince’s father would never revoke it. But in a few days…

“I…I will sort it out.”

“I don’t understand it,” the knight whispered. “I am your only weakness. And I don’t know why.”

The prince swallowed. He was right, the knight was his weakness and was growing more into his only weakness the more the king’s power decreased.

The knight had set up a trap with his words and the prince had walked right into it. It exposed him, exposed his feelings and made him vulnerable all over again. Something he had allowed himself to be with the knight only.

“Curse you,” the prince said and he wanted the knight to smirk, wanted him to smile so desperately but there was nothing. A hallow body, unbend and unbroken was all he got. “Come.”

He took the knight’s hand and led him to stand up. Before the gown could slip off his shoulders, the prince caught it and fixed it, trembling fingers trying to make up for all the bad they had let happen. He looked up at the knight who’d always been taller, who used to tease him about it.

For a moment, his gaze lingered on the knight’s collarbone but when he noticed that the knight was watching him, the prince averted his eyes. A soft blush formed on his cheeks and he felt like a boy again, giggling and teasing his best friend.

He pulled him with him, guiding him to the bed and pushing him down to sit on the soft blanket.

“I don’t want you to be my prisoner. Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

The knight shook his head.

“Are you cold? Do you need another gown? I think I…” The prince started to fidget, playing with his own clothes. He felt himself heat up. Gods, he was blushing again.

“Please, stop,” the knight said. “I am alright…just tell me why I am here.”

The prince took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Dropping next to the knight on the bed, he needed time to gather his thoughts before he could speak.

“The king is dying,” the prince confessed. “And I want you back. I need you. There wasn’t a moment, there wasn’t a second in which I didn’t want you. He forced me to leave you but I’ll be king soon and I…”

He looked at the shocked knight, looked at his beauty and his rawness, gown once again sliding off his shoulders.

“…I’m crumbling inside. You’re mine and I am yours, remember?” the prince said. “I…I need you. I need your love and I am greedy. I want all of you. All of it just for myself.”

“You’re promised to someone else,” the knight reminded him. “We cannot be together.”

He stood up and pulled the gown over his chest.

“Yes, but once I’m king—”

“If your father is aware of his upcoming death, then he will marry you to her in the next few days. He will secure his bloodline for as long as he’s able to. And if you break up the engagement or even the marriage, you will risk war,” the knight explained. He took in a deep breath. “Gods, I want you too. I want it so bad. I always thought violence is the only thing I’m good at but you showed me that is not true.”

He cupped the prince’s face gently, moved hair out of his face with his thumb.

“But this world wasn’t made for us,” the knight said. “We all have a duty. And ours don’t align.”

The prince grabbed his wrist just as gentle, squeezing his eyes shut when an angry tear ran down his cheek.

“They will,” he said and both knew it would bring chaos over the kingdoms.

#uiuiuiui will they run away? leaving the kingdom with war? will they fight? will they DIE idk man why are you asking me this #cat 🤝 bittersweet stories #always and forever #writing snippet #kingdoms and royalty #knight #prince #knight x prince #knightxprince #prince x knight #princexknight #an answer for an ask #request #angst #mlm #fwb

[royal-slvt]

Currently accepting applications for a cute knight to be my sworn lover and grope me beneath my clothes in the dark corners of the castle 

#prince x knight #knight x prince #nsft #prince kink #regency kink

[yourknightinshyningarmor]

imagine your knight in his full suit of armour, kneeling before you on the throne, eyes respectfully lowered. what a change - you'd seen how his gaze and sneakily travelled the planes of your body, and dipping lower when he thought no one was looking. you saw the way he always stills when spotting your bulge, a quick lick of his lips not unnoticed.

he was always so stoic, so emotionless, but you knew better.

sure he was a monster in the battlefield, but in your hands he was nothing but a pathetic puddle of putty.

'something on your mind, sweetheart?'

he'd shake his head of course, still not raising his head. you'd tut, that wouldn't do. so of course you'd grab his jaw and pull it up towards you. he'd freeze in your grip, forgetting how to breath. you'd admire the sight before you - him kneeling like some sort of puppy, eyes wide and dilated, lips bitten red and begging to be used.

'smart boy, keeping your mouth shut. unless you've something better you'd like to do with it?'

still, he'd try to deny it. an undeniable warmth would rise on his cheeks and you couldn't help but smile, the desire to absolutely wreck that adorable face building.

'such a pretty little thing, all for me huh?'

silence until he realised you were waiting for an answer.

'y-yes your highness, all for you.' he'd splutter out, something more than loyalty evident in his tone. you'd smirk.

'then put those pretty pink lips to good use for me. you know you want to hmm?'

you'd spread your legs just a little bit, drunk on how his focus instantly shifted. god, he was obsessed.

before his mind could comprehend he'd moved forward towards you.

'come on boy, at my service aren't you?'

you'd grip his jaw that bit tighter, pulling him upwards towards you. until he was froze half standing, simply watching and at your mercy. he'd watch you hungrily, mind dumb with want, beautifully thoughtless outside of wanting you inside him.

'so suck my cock, just like you've been dreaming up. your eyes aren't nearly as shy as you are, i bet you're already hard just thinking about me. how big and thick i'd feel down you throat, fucking you absolutely senseless as you drool down your own chin. you'd like that wouldn't you.'

without an ounce of hestitation he'd take you into his mouth. it was sinful, how he'd lick and swirl and lower as far as he possible could onto your length.

'such a good boy. doing exactly what you're told. does that turn you on too, hmm?

he'd moan wordlessly around you, already forgetting how to think. you'd sneak a hand into his hair and pull, watching as he reluctantly releasing you from his lips. he kept them pursed, practically begging you to take him there and then on the throne room floor.

'i know you're infatuated with my cock sweetheart but answer your prince when he speaks you. so horny down there youve forgotten your manners?'

'no, your highness, no sir i-'

'sir now is it? and lying too.'

'wait, your majesty, i mean no disrepect i just-'

'youre doing a lot of talking for someone so desperate for this. sir does have a nice ring to it love. maybe i'll allow it if you admit about how you're feeling currently.'

you'd raise your boot until it hovered over his clear hard on. how cute, you bet you could make him cum from sucking you off alone. later, next time, for sure.

'so let's try this again sweetheart. anything else going on that could explain you speaking to me like that?'

'no sir i just, i just, i- i need you.' finally, he'd snap with a wanton moan.

youd trail your hand along his face, press a thumb against his bruising lips. your dick would twitch as he instinctively opened them for you. 'and want do you need sweetheart? be honest now.'

'i... i need you to come down my throat, sir.'

so naturally, you'd ravish him.

#me im the knight AAHSKDHSJX #oh no... my prince wants me to suck him off... and absolutely destroy me until i cant think...how awful... /s #me and who #pt 2 to this in the future yessir #knight x prince #prince x knight #knight kink #mlm nsft #prince and knight #prince kink #royalty kink

[subtop-knight]

Have me don my armor so that you have something solid to grip when you need to steady yourself, and something easy to tug when you desire to have eager lips pressing against yours.

#knight x prince #mlm #gay mlm #mlm yearning #sub knight #dom prince #t4t nblm #t4t

[petersoftparker]

You will never be hurt again (Knight!Mike Wheeler x Prince!Will Byers)

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“Please come with me Will, it’ll be so fun I promise.” El begged me, as she sat across the dining table from me. We had just finished eating dinner, the servants were still in the process of clearing off the table when my sister El decided to bring up the annual village fair. If I was being honest, it did sound fun. I’ve never gone to it before but I heard from Mike that they always have games to play and food to eat. He once bought me a shirt that said “Long live the Light Prince” as a joke.

He tilted his head slightly as El stared at him, almost trying to make me say yes if her gaze was determined enough. It unfortunately for her it was not. “El, we can’t just go out to the village. It’s too risky” As I spoke, I glanced over to my right where my childhood best-friend Mike Wheeler was standing. Mike’s position is to always be directly next to me due to his position as Knight. Knights would normally be positioned at different stations around the castle, but due to a few different incidents where I was in the direct line of danger Mike took it upon himself to permanently be my bodyguard or in the words of the villagers “The sun protector”. Even just thinking of that title makes my cheeks burn. Mike once mentioned that although the villagers were referring to my powers of controlling light, he thinks it has a dual meaning with my personality.  

Mike clears his throat and says “Well, you could wear a disguise.” I can see out of the corner of my eye as El’s face lights up at the suggestion and exclaims “Yes! Thank you Mike, we will find something to wear so no one will know we are there.” I sigh, knowing that there is nothing else I can say to try to convince her otherwise and nod agreeing. El quickly rises out of her seat, “I have to go tell Max, I will come find you later!”

I turn to look up at Mike, forcing a small smile onto my face “Help me find something to wear?” Mike nodded quickly scanning his surroundings before stepping closer and grabbing my hand. I subconsciously copied his movements to see the room completely empty apart from us before turning my attention back to Mike.

“Hey, It’ll be okay Will. I’ll be there the whole time.” I grimaced, admitting “I know, I guess I’m just scared of Henry Creel trying to attack the kingdom while everyone is distracted. I let my guard down once before with him, and I paid the price. It took a year before the medic fully cleared me of being free from possession.”

Mike couldn’t help but frown as he thought about the past.

I was only twelve years old at the time, I was emotionally mature for my age but still naive with how the world works. I didn’t understand that not everyone has good intentions. Henry Creel was a king of one of our neighboring kingdoms, and at the time we did not have any allies. It was dangerous according to Joyce, so a ball would be held to create a bridge between the families. I was dressed in a white blouse, pants, and my crown as the accessory.

My first time meeting Henry was brief, I only had the chance to introduce myself before I was called away with other responsibilities. What I didn’t know was that Henry had his eye on me the whole night, and a domino effect was starting to haunt me.

Mike's face softens, he rubs a thumb over the back of my hand gently. “You’re safe now. You will never be hurt again, I won’t allow it.” I can’t help the shiver that runs over my whole body as I stare speechless at Mike. I know that Mike has always protected me since we were children but the conviction in his voice shocked me. I speak softly, my voice almost a whisper as the energy in the room shifts “You can’t possibly prevent everything from hurting me the rest of my life Mike.”  Smiling, he responds with “I think I can. I’ve already saved you once, what’s a thousand more?”

“Oh my god Will. Your arms…” Mike trails off staring down in horror. Will looked down blankly, seeing black veins crawling up his arms and hands. He felt like he should probably have any emotions similar to Mike like panic, but as he stared at his hands he could only blink. “Oh.” Mike’s mouth falls open in shock before he grabs one hand trying to pull it “We gotta go, we gotta get out of this castle now. We can fix you, we just gotta…Will! Let's go, what are you….” He turned back to look at Will, but Will was not facing him anymore. He was looking behind where Henry Creel was now standing, hands clasped together.

“Well, this is rather unfortunate. I should have accounted for you before, oh well. We will just have to speed the plan up won’t we Will?” As Henry spoke Mike’s hand creeped down to rest at the hilt of his sword. Will repeated “Speed the plan up…” “Let's go.” Henry turned and started to walk down the hallway, Will started to follow but was stopped by a hand gripping his wrist tightly. “Hey, hey, hey.” Mike bent down slightly, concern growing as he noticed Will’s eyes were hazy. “Will! Wake up!” Mike’s eyes were wide as they flitted back and forth between Will and Henry.

#stranger things #mike x will #will byers #mike wheeler #Byler #byler fic #will byers has powers #knight x prince #royalty au