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luimagines · 5 months

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I dare you to do one with your favorite trope to write (unless you've already done it)

Oh my goodness, this might be longer that usual. XD

And I really had to think about what I wanted to write. I think I'll make this a one-shot. (unless you guys want more anyway) Prepare for this to be as self indulgent as hell. :D

And I'll make it Time while I'm at it.

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This was the third time this week that you found something like this. You didn't know who was doing this.

A basket, filled to the brim with goodies and trinkets alike, sat properly outside of your window sill. It would be charming if you weren't on the third floor. Someone was climbing up to your balcony and leaving the baskets for you to find.

It was creepy- to a degree. There was never anything malicious about it though. The baskets typically held a flower, a warm meal (or groceries) and some little thing for you to put around your apartment.

You see, you moved to the Kingdom of Kokiri with nothing but a backpack and small child's wagon. Your apartment wasn't even on a nicer side of town. But it hard to be worried about robbers when you're home is bare and empty.

Slowly, that's been changing though. The baskets always had a poem attached, but no name. You secret admirer would give little things from time to time. The baskets are getting more frequent too.

What used to be a small monthly thing, turned weekly then bi weekly- and you're beginning to suspect that they're turning into a daily thing.

Part of you worries that whoever this is, is spending too much on you.

But seeing that the last basket had a new set of dining wear with plates and cups and a some nice utensils to match- you're not inclined to have them stop anytime soon when they're improve your very living conditions as it is. Even if you feel a little guilty.

That being said, this basket had a warm meal already prepared, still steaming in the glass tupperware. There was a small bouquet of roses near the top and a small little box that you opened to see a single slice of chocolate cake.

The card was attached on the inside but it lacked the typical poem. It simple read: "Rest well, Love. You've worked hard today. Dinner's on me. I just want to see you smile in the morning."

You smiles and tucked the card back into its place, bringing the basket back into your apartment.

You have to figure out who this secret admirer of yours is. It has to be someone with access to your floor but it can't be a neighbor. Right? You're on the corner so it can't be anyone to your left. But maybe your neighbor to the right? That's a creepy thought. You hardy ever see him and you don't think he showers throughout the week.

It can't be him. Or at least you're going to deny it.

Maybe it's someone from above? That's more likely. There is this cute guy that you know lives on the floor above you, but you don't know which apartment. It wouldn't be hard to drop the basket secretively onto your balcony from above if that was the case.

The thought rotates in your head as you eat the food. It's delicious. Decadent, even.

Gratitude fills your heart and soul. you have to return the favor somehow after everything this person has provided for you. But how?

You head to bed with a smile on your face and a full stomach. You'll have to start small but you can think of something.

The next morning you head to the castle and walk straight to the throne room.

It was a deal that the king had proposed personally to you. You get to work concern free in his kingdom but you have to report to him every other Tuesday. Seeing as you had nowhere else to go, you didn't think it wise to refuse.

You've grown somewhat close, but with his power and status by his side, you couldn't help but slightly intimidated by him even now.

The king- like most Royals of Kingdoms of Hyrule- was a dragon. Sure, he could take the form of a typical man, but he stayed in his half form more often than not. His age and strength add to his credentials. As the current senior amongst dragons, all you've gathered is that he's lived longer than he appears. The older the dragon, the stronger they are.

King Link is a force to be reckoned with.

However, he's kind and patient with you. He's not all that bad.

You nod and grin at the Captain, who's affectionately called Warrior. Another dragon hidden among the people. You don't know his story, but he's a hard working fellow. He also came to the king in a time of need, looking for asylum and has been working under his employ ever since. He is the king's right hand man.

Warrior smiles back and salutes you softly as you enter. You'll never understand why you've more or less been given free reign of the castle, but with his approval, you feel better to head on in.

You meet the king and curtsy clumsily, still feeling rushed. He's asked you call him Time and he stands from the throne. His face is kind, amused even. A chuckle tumbles out of him as he walks toward you, his marble like tail swinging behind him. "I thought we were passed the formalities, my dear."

You clear your throat. "Were we? I don't recall."

He laughs again. "Come. We have much to discuss."

You nod and follow. He leads you to the back room with a gentle touch the small of your back. It's a familiar routine that you've grown comfortable with.

There's a small rounded table with a pale blue laced table cloth. There's a delicate tea set and it's covered to the brim with snacks and treats alike. You think you see a few of your favorites and your eyes light up at the sight.

King Time notices and he smiles, pleased. "Sit."

You nod and take your usual spot. Time sits across from you and serves you the pieces that you eyes earlier. You almost feel bad. You're still full from the night before.

Time notices. "Something wrong, dear?"

"No." You shake your head, afraid of insulting him. "Someone gave me dinner last night and I'm still a bit full from it."

Time seemed to be shocked by the tidbit. "Really?... Was it good?"

"It was delicious!" You can't help but gush. "I would normally cook for myself but they send food from time to time and it was still warm so I couldn't resist."

His smile turns a little tight. "Is that so? I'm glad that you were fed adequately then.... May I ask who?"

You falter, the smile on your face turning more soft and shy. "Um... I think it was my neighbor..."

"...You don't know who it is?"

You blush and look down onto the table, playing with the treats on your plate. "I know that I should be more cautious. But they've only ever left it on my balcony... It's a secret admirer so to speak. They've given me trinkets and flowers and food. It seems as if they've slowly been furnishing my house for me. I don't know... I've been trying to think about who it may be, but I'm coming up short. Regardless, enough about my lack of love life-"

Time abruptly puts his hand under the table but you catch the reason why before he can hide it.

He's bent the fork in half with his hand, seemingly without realizing it. He smiles brightly, as if nothing happened and the thought gets put on the back burner for now. "Right... Well, you can always ask for my assistance, Darling."

You shake your head with a small smile. "Thank you, but I'm here to report my work. Let's get to business then."

Time clenches his jaw slightly but nods in agreement. "Right. I believe last time you mentioned that you were following a trail of some suspicious individuals on the property of the farm lands for relief efforts. Did that bloom into anything substantial?"

You pull out a manila folder with a smirk and hand it to the king. "Did it ever."

The time passes before you know it. Little by little, as you give your report, if drifts away and you're talking about your lives as much as you can before you leave.

Warrior comes in, informing Time of another meeting has to attend. He looks apologetic.

The king winces but you're quick to stand up, mid panic. "I'm sorry. I've overstayed my welcome."

"Impossible." Time blurts, standing abruptly as well. He reach out as if to stop you and moves around the table as if to block your path. His tail curls around your ankle, stopping your in your tracks. It's gentle but firm. Even if his grip is painless, you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to escape on your own.

You freeze and after a beat he lets you go. Time gulps and stands, seemingly more aware of what he was doing. His grip falls away and he takes a step back. "R-right... I won't keep you from your work much longer then."

You can't help but blush. He's always been fine with putting a hand on your shoulder or your back... but the tail is one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon. And he just grabbed you with it. For some reason, you find yourself blushing.

You nod dumbly, as if your schedule is jammed packed like his. Your heart is pounding. You follow Warrior out of the room as he leads you back to the main gate of the castle.

"Sorry." Warrior says quietly. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Nonono-" You're still shaken by the phantom feelings of the scales around you. Even if it was just a brush, there was a power there. You don't know why you're so out of whack suddenly. The act was more intimate than you were able to admit. "If you didn't say anything, I would have kept going. Honestly, I swear he's just humoring most of the time."

"This is the only time we get him to actually take a break." Warrior tells you. "He'd work himself t the bone if it weren't for you. It's not like he can't afford it. He's two years ahead of his work. By all means, keep him there longer."

You flush and look away, walking out of the gate. "Oh please, he'll get sick of me before we'd know it."

Warrior is quick to bite his tongue, biting back the instant retort that no doubt sat on his tongue. He takes a breath and shakes his head.

"...He likes you." Warrior looks pained. Like there's something there that he wants to say but can't. You don't see it. "Would you like me to walk you home? If I recall you live far enough away-"

"Not enough to cause concern, Captain." You smile and pat his shoulder. "But thank you."

"His Majesty wouldn't like it if anything happened to you." Warrior tries to push it a little bit.

You shake you head. "And take more of your time away? You work just as hard, if not harder, than the entirety of the castle staff. I think only the King works harder than you."

He presses his lips into a thin line. His own scales poke from under his skin. Something is riling him up but you don't know what. You've never seen his dragon form or even his half. He seems to hide it more often than not. You would never know he was a dragon if the King hadn't said anything earlier.

Warrior sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Very well... Just... be safe, yeah? I don't think the goddesses themselves would be able to calm the king should things go wrong."

"Like what?" You snort. "I end up in the hospital? I'll be fine. No worries."

You wink for good measure and head home, happy, fulfilled and ready to take on the rest of the week.

You miss the next three visits.

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togenabi · 1 year

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throwing pebbles because I love you

megumi fushiguro x reader (royalty au)

♡—Whenever the night is clear, and the wind blows softly, Megumi throws rocks at your window.

word count♡— 2.3k words

genre♡— fluff, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— childhood frenemies to lovers, megumi throws rocks, no use of y/n, mc is a bit of a snob, very fluff, secret codes, confessions, not really proofread, megumi is ooc I'm sorry TvT

author's note♡— I really didn't mean to make my second royalty au to also be related to windows, but here we are. (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠) no windows were harmed in the making of this fic.

The first time it happened, it was an accident. You were both eight.

Their royal highnesses, prince Megumi and prince Yuji, were staying over at your family's estate as guests. Your mother was a royal through and through, having descended from the greater empire then married into a neighboring kingdom's duchy. After your father passed, she never remarried; choosing instead to focus on serving the kingdom as the perfect duchess.

She never forced you to take on too many responsibilities, despite her own workaholic tendencies. Your mother had simply let you be a child. Eventually, you learned to be extremely grateful she let you grow into your own person.

For now though, you were eight. And some kid just threw a pebble at your very pretty window.

You throw it back at him.

“Ow!” The kid cries as he rubs his forehead, on which a mark has begun to redden. “Hey! Mine was an accident!”

“You still did it!” You say, pointing at the dent he caused while looking down at him from the windowsill. “My response was your consequence.”

The both of you glower at each other until you realize how far he is. “What were you doing throwing rocks at my manor anyway?”

The kid suddenly looks sheepish as his eyes turn to anywhere but you. “My friend needed rocks for some game he made up, and he bet he could catch all of them.” You notice he starts glaring ahead of him at the ground level, so you lean down—out of the window, to follow his gaze. Your eyes catch a head of pink hair before it runs away.

Realizing these two were the royal guests everyone was fussing about, you scoff. “That's hardly very princely of the two of you.”

He bristles. “Is that how you act towards the prince of the kingdom you serve?!”

“I'll greet you properly when our interaction doesn't begin with a pebble being thrown.” You say as you begin closing the window, throwing on a smile just to mess with him more. “Have a pleasant evening.”

You got terribly sick not long after that, and you never saw him for the rest of that summer. The duchess had forbidden visitors unless absolutely necessary so that you could recover quickly.

Prince Megumi fades into your memory, turning into one that you recall only when you spot that dent on your window frame.

You never made the effort to have it repaired, for some reason.

❀ ♡ ❀ ♡ ❀

You're fifteen, hiding in your room as a ball rages downstairs. Your maids would be distraught if they caught you, donning your best clothes, yet curled up on the couch with a book. No matter, this was the perfect way to spend an evening, in your opinion.

When a pebble glides through your window and lands on the floor nearby, you look at it incredulously.

‘This feels strangely familiar...’ But you decide to ignore it, your position on the couch is much too comfortable to leave. You resume reading.

But another rock comes in. Then another.

“Tsk!” Snapping your book shut, you spring up and finally look outside the window. Your eyes meet a certain familiar prince, holding even more rocks in his hands.

You frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “This time's deliberate, then?”

“I'm sorry but I need to hide! Please help me—could I come up?” His voice is urgent, and it's only then that you notice the state of his clothes. They were filthy, and part of his coat sleeve blooms red.

Without thinking further, you push a mechanism hidden beneath a flower pot by your window. A rope ladder immediately falls to the ground outside. Megumi is stunned for a moment before reaching for it, and you wonder if he had planned to climb the vines painfully when he asked to come up.

You assist by pulling him once he's within arm's reach, and he collapses into your room with a loud groan. You slam your hand on the mechanism again, and the rope reels back into place.

He looks exhausted, but you have to make him get up. You're not sure how you would move him to the couch if he fainted.

“Stand up for me, please.” You plead with him. “At least to the couch.”

Megumi's breaths are labored as he glances towards the couch. He closes his eyes and groans louder as he gets up and walks slowly, leaning on you the whole time.

He's out like a light once he lies down. Your first instinct is to go get help, but it hits you that you have no idea who Megumi was running from. It dawns on you that if he could ask help from a professional, especially one nearer the palace, he would have. It could be dangerous for anyone else to know he's here.

You purse your lips as you think, and reach for a medical journal on your shelf. You must do your best to tend to his wounds on your own while he rests.

Megumi looks so peaceful as he sleeps. He looks the most relaxed you've ever seen him, and you're thankful he's at least comfortable. While his wounds weren't that deep, he was probably running for a while, which had exhausted and strained him further.

You're cleaning up the medical supplies you used when Megumi regains consciousness for a moment.

“...Thank you.” Megumi's eyes reflect how truly grateful he is. He croaks out the words despite the toll on him. He even grasps your hand dearly.

You clear your throat and look away, but your ears clearly turn red. “If you ever need my help again, just throw a rock. I'll be here.”

That brings a sleepy smile to Megumi's face. “What happened to ignoring me if the encounter starts with a pebble being thrown?”

It takes you a moment to respond. You're not sure what surprises you more, that he remembers your exact words all those years ago, or that he has the gall to crack jokes in his condition.

You stutter out a response lamely to cover up how flustered you are, “I—there can be exceptions, even if it's for you.”

Megumi laughs quietly, and lets out a soft sigh before falling asleep.

You drape a blanket over him as he rests, pausing only to brush his hair away from his eyes.

You don't notice, but the gesture makes Megumi's breathing still for a moment.

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When you're eighteen, your window is severely banged up with dents and scratches. The glass had already broken on more than one occasion, and while of course you had that replaced, the frame stays strong from all the rocks it's been hit with throughout all these years. And, on the day it finally breaks and shatters into spikes, you think you'll make a picture frame out of it.

‘Megumi and I don't have a single nice portrait together, though.’ The thought makes you laugh softly. Both of you weren't exactly exemplary at the frivolous details that come with being nobles, you often helped each other out to skip balls and escape from dreadful hours posing for portraits. But neither of you ever minded.

You bought the most wonderful chair when you were sixteen, you simply melt into it while reading. The best part of it, however, was that you could put it by your window; with the ladder mechanism easy to reach nearby.

Megumi visits less often these days, though. His responsibilities are becoming far too great to leave the palace for too long. He even leaves for other nations and kingdoms sometimes.

But you keep waiting, and he always comes back to you.

A rock clatters into your room and you smile absentmindedly at the sound. You continue reading as your hand moves to trigger the ladder down.

Megumi enters through the window. You'd look at him, but the novel you're reading has suddenly taken an interesting turn, and you're absolutely absorbed into it.

If you had looked up, you would have seen the softest of smiles on Megumi's face.

He approaches and kisses your forehead. By the time you process what happened, he's already walking away as if that was the most normal thing to do. You blink at him in surprise. Megumi only sits on your desk, as he's done so many times before, and begins to do some paperwork he's brought with him.

“What was that?” You ask, still stunned.

“What was what?” Sounds of paper shuffles as he sifts through documents.

“That kiss.”

He pauses.

Your heart seems to rattle in your chest. Were you too blunt? Was it really a normal thing that people like both of you did? Both of you? What were both of you? Does he—

Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Megumi smiles, and you finally see that soft and caring smile he saves only for you.

His next words, however, make you throw a pillow at him.

“I'll give you another one later if you liked it that much.”

❀ ♡ ❀ ♡ ❀

It's late into the evening after Megumi has left. You don't speak of the kiss again, and he doesn't either. Though you already had an inkling of your feelings for Megumi, you've never spoken of or acted upon it.

But tonight suddenly made you question if you should start to.

As you retrieve it, your fingers trace a rough texture on the rock Megumi threw earlier. Turning it over, you read something that seems to be etched into it.

‘TWK—p.402, q.1'

Is it some sort of code? What could this be? Surely Megumi was the one to carve this, but how do you decipher it? You stare at the rock and return to your chair. Before you sit down, however, your eyes catch the cover of the book you were reading...

The Wicked King.

The puzzle pieces click into place. A title, a page number, and a quote! Your fingers flutter to get to page 402, not caring that you haven't actually reached that part of the book yet...

The first line makes you gasp and your heart stutter.

“You are my daylight.”

As you trace the line delicately, you wonder if he's always been doing this. But you would have definitely noticed if he was. The jagged texture of the letters are obvious no matter what way you hold the rock. The others before were always perfectly intact.

Your heart skips a beat again. ‘Then... Does this mean that this is the first, and that he'll leave another code next time?’

❀ ♡ ❀ ♡ ❀

A month passes, and Megumi has visited you exactly three times since the first rock with a clue.

Though he's visiting less, you're certainly thinking of him more. The messages you decoded all engraved into your mind at this point, with how many times you've read them.

“You are my daylight.”

“May your day be filled with happiness and warmth, as much as you have given to me.”

“My mind has not forgotten how you smiled at me so.”

“Thank you, for being my home.”

You never let on that you cracked the ciphers, however. He hasn't ever mentioned their existence either, but you suspect he knows that you're aware. Especially since he's been acting so much more dearly during his visits.

After writing all the messages down on a sheet of paper, you realize you should give Megumi a reply. But, how should you do it?

Your eyes find the four small rocks on your desk...

Ah, of course! Of course that's the most perfect way!

Your mind whirls with excitement as you rush outside to find a rock. Once you find one, you realize Megumi is the only person you would do this for...

Because you love him.

And that's it, you've decided. That's what you'll tell him, no code needed.

You love prince Megumi.

❀ ♡ ❀ ♡ ❀

‘Is this how he felt, all those times before?’ His window seems so far and almost out of reach. ‘Was he ever this nervous? Nervous that I wouldn't respond?’

You tighten your grip on the pebble. Megumi never had to worry about that. You'd always respond to him no matter what.

And yet, you're nervous as hell, and shaking like a leaf. If you weren't so anxious, you would have laughed at how baffled the palace staff were when you arrived but didn't enter the palace at all.

The head butler looked so confused when you asked to be led to Megumi's window, but you assured him your intentions meant well.

The pebble suddenly feels heavy in your palm, but you hold yourself firm. You blow a kiss on it softly, before beginning to aim.

The pebble flies from your hand. It was a perfect throw that collides with his window loudly before rattling along his balcony floor.

Megumi peeks out carefully, but then brightens up the moment he sees you. He laughs as he waves at you. “It feels so strange to be on the receiving end of the rock.”

You smile shyly up at him. “But, you haven't just been giving me rocks recently, haven't you?”

He suddenly looks nervous, and starts to search your face for any sign of rejection. When he finds none, he looks cautiously optimistic.

“Pick up that rock now, would you?” You say, acting impatient, but your heart is beating eagerly to see his reaction.

He turns this way and that looking for it, and you stop breathing when he finally finds and reaches for it. Once he reads it, he looks at you with a dazed expression. The rock falls from his hold as he quickly jumps over the balcony edge, and lands safely in front of you.

You're about to nag that he nearly gave you a heart attack when he slowly gets on one knee. Your words die in your throat.

Megumi laughs at how stunned you look. “I'd throw this rock at your window, but my family might actually kill me.”

His smile widens as he jokes, “I don't suppose I need to write a code to express what this one means...” He opens a small box to reveal a stunning ring that suits you perfectly.

“Will you marry me?”

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watchyourbuck · 6 days

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hey sofia! how are you? any new wips you have that you could a sneak peak for? any old ones you miss working on? have a good day!

omg stop i love this question!! hi nonny!! im oki, just busy<3 how are you?? also yes!! ill share a lil smth of each °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

so as for new wips, im working on a stablished buddietommy fic that should be ready on tuesday if all goes well

Buck made a sound at that, hiding in Eddie’s neck. He placed a few lazy kisses right under his pulse point, relishing in the little mewl it got him. “What time is it?” “Late enough to get on with the day,” Eddie whispered, glancing at Tommy from over Buck’s frame. He was still asleep, covered to his pits. So, that’s who’d taken the sheets. “Want any breakfast?”

i also have an abandoned buddie fic (jealous + getting together). idk whether to continue, what do you think?

Putting the phone down, an idea brew deep down. It’s not like he’d encourage himself to pursue it, but these days his free will was dauntingly compromised. He swallowed. This could go one of two ways, and he wasn’t very keen on finding out which. However, the more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. His pleasure wasn’t his own anymore, and giving away the one part of himself he could control could do the trick. To forget, to move on. Move on from Eddie.

concerning wips that i have paused we have murder husbands, which i swear im getting back to. heres a snippy from chapter 4

He swallowed, the man’s spit running down his throat and out the corners of his mouth. Messily. “Fuck me,” he urged; demanded. Buck’s right hand flew up, covering half his face with it. He felt the back of his eyes tense. Too much pressure. “I don’t take orders from you.”

and my absolute love love baby wip which is the prince au (snippy from chapter 3):

The stranger was slightly shorter than the Prince, dressed in proper, yet not elegant enough attire to be a royal. His hair was darker than night, and so were his eyes, although what stood apart the most was the overwhelming worry on them. His hand traveled from the Prince’s upper arm to his forearm, then back up. Then Edmundo put his head on the man’s shoulder.

id also share something from Arcane3 (the build a fic game fic - see pinned post on my blog), but this post is already entirely too long so sdfghj thank you for ur ask i truly enjoyed answering <33 MHAW

tagging a few besties! take this as my friday tag game! @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @honestlyeddie-im-bi @babybibuck @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunshinediaz @hoodie-buck @buckleyobsessed @bucksbirthmark @urfactual @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @bigfootsmom @tizniz @spotsandsocks @devirnis @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @firemedicdiaz @kitteneddiediaz @your-catfish-friend @cal-daisies-and-briars @elvensorceress @daffi-990 @neverevan (let me know if you wish to be removed!)

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blondebxt · 5 months

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just a prince in peril and his knight in shining armor c:

#its the “i have a crush on him bc i could beat him up but he could outwit me”#dont listen to him #he loves being her prince in peril #stephanie brown #timsteph #tim drake #dc comics #batgirl #robin #my art #spoiler #batman #batfamily #royal au #batfamily royal au #prince au

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scrimblyscrorblo · 1 month

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I’m back from the void of my life! Ok anyway can you draw Muichiro as a prince but kinda like in a spoiled way? Ty ur art is amazing it’s so delicious🩷

Aw thank you sm!! 💖

He’s a lil’ brat ofc he’s pulling eyes at every royal at the ball TT

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #artists on tumblr #demon slayer art #kny muichiro #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro tokito #kimetsu muichiro #muichirou #muichiro fanart #demon slayer tokito #kny tokitou #prince au #answered requests #requested art #requests #request

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miyseung · 7 days

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

summary: Sunghoon has never felt any spark in his heart, none of that silly love he’s read about in novels in his free time. No one interested him, and it wasn’t like his father, the king, would let him have friends, male or female, for fear of being betrayed or developing feelings for them. He lived a life of isolation, excited for nothing – neither the idea of being married to a pretty princess or becoming the next ruler of the Park kingdom. He most certainly did not expect you, his new guard, to change all that. He did not expect you to brighten his days and light up his heart.

includes: no warnings in the teaser!!

death, murder, war/battle, attempted murder (kinda), royal au, romanticized medieval setting of sorts, forced marriage/proposal, a lot of time skips so it moves somewhat quickly, more warnings will be added in the final oneshot

pairing: prince! sunghoon x guard! fem! reader

word count: 904

genre: angst

READ THE FULL FIC HERE !

Sunghoon was reading over some papers pertaining to the kingdom’s matters when he heard a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

One of the guards came in, before bowing upon seeing him.

“Sire, his Majesty wishes to see you.”

He nodded and set the papers in a neat stack. He then put them in a drawer and locked it for security. He then stood up and followed the guard, maintaining a neutral expression.

His mind was working much faster than normal though.

His father was very strict, and the slightest mistake meant an extremely harsh lecture. He flicked through his memories, trying to remember what he could have done wrong, and what he should say as his apology.

He pursed his lips as a thought crossed his mind - was his recent trip to the colder regions made known to his father? He had gone for administrative work, but he couldn’t resist spending some time there ice skating, which the king always considered useless since it benefited only the person skating, not the country. He had done his best to keep it under wraps, but maybe one of the guards reported this to the king. Damn it.

He mentally slapped himself for using such crude language. Those were the words of peasants and did not suit a prince like him. Holy moly…buckling barnacles, great heavens…such lengthy words to express frustration, he thought. ‘Damn it’ was only two syllables.

As he snapped out of his reverie, he entered the Throne Room. His father was seated on the grand throne at the end of the airy space. The seats where the ministers sat were empty. Court was always in the morning, and it was probably lunchtime by now - the prince wasn’t sure.

He stood a few feet away from his father. The guard bowed and left, and Sunghoon made eye contact with the old man in front of him. He didn’t seem angry, so the younger relaxed a bit, letting out a sigh.

“Why have you called me here, father?”

“I’ve received some proposals from other kings. They’ve sent me paintings of their daughters. A lovely selection of princesses, I must say.”

Sunghoon had to physically hold himself back from rolling his eyes.

“Father, I’ve already told you this. I am not ready for marriage and I am not interested in this topic.”

“Yes, but it’s good to start early. Maybe you’ll change your mind after-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you Father, but why have you actually summoned me?”

The king narrowed his eyes at his son but didn’t say anything more about the topic.

“Well, I’ve decided to get you a personal guard. There have been many threats of attacks on the palace, so it’s better to take this precaution.”

“Interesting. Will he be with me all the time or-”

“She.”

“What?”

“Your guard is a female.”

To say he was shocked was the understatement of the century. His father? Hiring a woman? As his bodyguard? What if he-

“Are you serious?” “Yes. She is very capable and I’m sure she will protect and serve you well. I trust you to keep your relationship with her strictly professional.”

It wasn’t like he knew how to have a non-professional relationship with anyone outside of his family anyway.

“Yes, Father. Will she be with me at all times?”

“Indeed she will, except for when you are sleeping. At that time, she will stand outside your door and guard you.” “What about her food and sleep?”

“That is not your concern.”

“But-”

“Silence!”

He immediately bowed his head slightly as a sign of remorse for stepping out of line. This was going to be interesting, he thought. He had little to no interaction with women outside of his mother and sister, and the small talk he made with princesses and duchesses of other kingdoms was always awkward. Now he was having someone of the opposite gender, a woman, watching over him nearly 24/7.

He slowed down his train of thought. Why was he thinking like a teenage boy ogling over a girl? He was the crown prince, he was better than that. It was going to be a new experience, that was all.

“May I meet her now?”

“Of course. She’s arriving as we speak.”

Just then, the door opened, and you entered, a male soldier on either side. Sunghoon’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, but nothing came out of it.

He was having a cultural shock of sorts. All the women he had met were all dainty, graceful and poised - the epitome of perfection. You, on the other hand, had an air of authority about you — rough and firm. A few scars were on your face, probably from battle. You bowed the full 90 degrees, and he could only respond with a small nod.

Oh fuck, you were gorgeous.

And he used foul language again. Stupid Sunghoon, he reprimanded himself.

He didn’t take back what he said, however. Your beauty wasn’t the type written in books or sung in ballads, but it had to be known to the world, somehow. He was almost tempted to write one himself.

Hold on, why was he thinking all this? His father had just told him to not think anything about you that crossed the lines of professional, and thinking about how pretty you were was not within those lines.

“This is your new personal guard, Y/N.”

a/n: it kinda reads like ‘y/N iS nOt LiKe oThEr gIrLs’ in this bit but i swear that was not the intent! hoon (is a loser) has simply never had real interaction with women who aren’t royals, so pls don’t take it in that manner <3 this is probably going to be my longest oneshot yet, my motivation to write is not completely dead we cheered!!

there is a taglist for this oneshot, lmk if you want to be added on it in my asks!

#mallow’s works #divider by fairytopea #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen au #enhypen royal au #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon angst #sunghoon oneshot #enhypen angst #sunghoon enhypen #prince au #sunghoon fic #enhypen fic teaser

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solrika · 4 months

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Directly following this post, Kallus collapsing into Zeb's arms after vanquishing the beast. Fullview this one, please! I put a lot of effort into it.

Zeb wasn't supposed to be on the hunt, but when he discovers that the polar diplomat is essentially hoping for assassination-via-predator he hustles himself out there to protect his stupid prince. (He's not exactly fond of Kallus at this point, but doesn't want to risk Imperial backlash if the fool gets himself killed). Meanwhile, Kallus is so nervous around strange lasats that getting attacked by a predator is actually a relief. Suspense, he can't handle. Violence? That's easy. Zeb turns up in time to watch a covered-in-blood Kallus stagger away from the dead predator. Kallus grabs his supporting arm, and murmurs, "I did it." "What?" "I killed it." (Zeb: oh no he's hot) This is a turning point for them. Kallus has to trust Zeb to bind his wounds and keep him safe all the way back to the ice palace. Zeb, meanwhile, is impressed with Kallus' prowess and a little swayed by his vulnerability.

#star wars #star wars rebels #kalluzeb #prince au #fanart

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swans-chirping-in-the-distance · 5 months

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Au where Sophie is a pirate and Keefe is a prince

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #keefe sencen #sokeefe #kotlc sophie #kotlc sokeefe #kotlc keefe #pirate au #medieval au #prince au

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cewwart · 7 months

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“may i have this dance?”

♡ prince sigma for the soul ♡

(´ｰ｀)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd art #bsd #sigma #sigmaart #bsd sigma #sigma bsd #sigma bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs sigma #sigma fanart #prince sigma #prince au #now that classes have started i have like no free time sob #sigma my beloved #sigma i love you #based off that one official art with the doa #my art

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eetherealgoddess · 3 months

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ꨄStuck in Spaceꨄ

Oneshot - Royalty/Alien Au

❦Y/n wakes up in a cellar on a spaceship❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

❦They’re all brothers in this story❦

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Alien language is purple

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Stuck in Space

Waking up in an unknown cellar that looks to be something out of an exterrestrial movie is not comforting for a confused human. She pulls on the hem of the white hospital gown that's built like an oversized t-shirt. Her bare feet plastered on the floor as she stared at the bars in front of her. The dark blue walls appear from the dimmed light of the room, causing a purple tint. Weeping and exclamations of release echo in the room.

Y/n repositions herself to sit criss - crossed as she wraps her arms around herself, preserving warmth from the cold air. She looks in the direction of the door opening as footsteps are heard walking in.

“This group of humans was acquired from the most recent pick up.” A sultry voice states. She listens as their presence comes from the left of the room, speaking in a language unknown to her. She crawls to the bars to get closer so she could try to decipher their words and see who has abducted her.

“In this room, they are all females. In human terms, they range from eighteen to thirty-five years of age. They have been deemed healthy enough to create an offspring for the new order to create hybrid life as all the royals are doing now.”

The being talking seemed to look like a normal human beside the antennas on his head, silver hair to the side as he holds a clipboard, a group of men following him as they analyze the prisoners. On both sides of the men, two large aliens that look to be the guards, looking nothing like humans walk with them, orbs straight ahead as they guard the men. She pulls back from the bars, crawling back to her spot before she could get caught in their eyesight, sitting in the same position with her knees propped to her chest.

“I have to get out of here.” She whispers to herself, biting her nail as she becomes antsy, the unfamiliar surroundings causing an incoming existential crisis. Her breath hitches as the footsteps become closer, covering her face with her arms as she lays her head down, hoping that feeling small would help her look tiny enough to ignore, not wanting her life to be penalized as she had no idea what could happen.

She listens as the voice and footsteps are louder, coming from the other side of the bars trapping her. She dare peaks her head, making eye contact with dark voids accidentally, causing her eyes to widen. The skin of the being eyeing her is a pale, almost light gray. He walks with what looks to be a human delicacy she has seen from earth. He’d look human, if it weren’t for the antennas sticking out of his forehead. Now that she shifts her eyes, she can see that they all look to be the same species, not including the guards, with the shared characteristics.

Before she can make eye contact with anyone else as they pass by, she replaces her forehead back to her arms, slightly rubbing her limbs to regain that warmth she’s desperate for. It’s when the footsteps stop, her heart stops, additional goosebumps forming as the hair sticks up on her body.

“That one. What’s its name?” The dark eyed man asks, Y/n not knowing who said what as her eyes are still covered, and all she can hear is alien gibberish. The silver haired man looks over, snake eyes analyzing the woman before returning his gaze to the clipboard.

“Ah, the human’s name is Y/n L/n. She is y/a and her weight is y/w pounds and her height is y/h. She lives in y/c with no sisters. There is more information on her files, but that is all I can give you at this time, your highness.” He sets the clipboard at his side.

“Hm, we’ll take it.”

“Big brother, are you sure you don’t want to look around more?” The pink haired alien asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you questioning me, Sanzu?” He questions calmy, eyes threatening as they don’t match his stoic expression.

“There are thousands of human women here waiting to be chosen by us, Mikey.” Kazutora states.

“Then you look around. I want this one.” He points to the woman who looks in surprise at his gesture once she finally raised her head from the darkness.

“It looks very plain looking, I want to look around longer.” The youngest of the twin aliens state, crossing his arms as he looks at her in boredom.

“It would be a good idea to look at all of our options, after all.” Ran says with the same expression, though a lazy smile plastered on his face.

“I don’t care what you choose. I want Y/n.”

Her eyebrows furrow as she hears her name in his thick extraterrestrial accent.

“Father said we have to choose one, Mikey.” Kazutora says, crossing his arms as he glares at the short brother.

“Why? I don’t want to share anyway.” He responds, a sneer on his face.

“We only need one human to bear all of our offsprings. It’s better that way since they’re such disgraceful beings. Trusting one in our home is risky enough.” Sanzu inputs, his arms behind his back.

“Gentlemen, I assure you that you may test whichever you like in our observation room. It is used for purposes such as these when you want to test the human you may take home.”

“Let’s do it.”

“Yes, your highnesses.” The silver haired man bows before motioning for the guards to open the gate.

Y/n sits upright as she notices the guards walking in. They both grab her from her arms as she’s dragged out of the cell, her body heavies itself as she pushes her weight down, struggling in their grip.

“She doesn’t seem to follow orders.” Rin states. He rolls his eyes.

A collar is placed onto her neck before the electronic leash is connected looking as though it is a green light beamed rope with a handle at the end. The guard hands it to Mikey before they walk out of the next door, strolling into a dark blue hallway with an orange tint. Y/n walks timidly, her arms wrapped around herself as she walks next to the short man, deeming it unsafe to try and fight her fate. Still having no idea what’s happening, she continues looking ahead, analyzing her surroundings.

Passing by circled windows, she gasps as she notices the black void filled with stars and planets.

“O-oh my god!” She exclaims, attempting to comprehend her situation at hand. A tug pulls her attention to the alien next to her.

“Y/n, come on.”

She had no choice but to follow, not wanting to catch herself between the rest of the young men who followed behind.

“Here we are.” The man with the clipboard states, opening the door for them, displaying a seating area and a hospital bed. The room’s walls are purple with a bright blue tint from the light. Walking in, she’s guided to the bed, motioned to take a seat.

“How much time do we have?” Kazutora asks.

“As long as you need, your highnesses.”

“Thanks, Koko.” Ran smirks at the family friend.

“With pleasure.” He bows before walking out of the room and shutting the door.

Everyone’s attention turns to her.

“Let’s see what’s so captivating about you to our brother.” Rin says before grabbing her arm, inspecting her skin and the hairs from her pores as he uses his fingers to rub against her dermis. Sanzu grabs her ankle as he pulls her leg up, tracing his fingers along her calf, moving to her thigh with a studious look.

Ran pulls her gown over her head, throwing it to the side, revealing her panties as well as her breasts. He places his hand on her stomach, rubbing up the lining as he presses down. She attempts to cover her chest using her free arm but Mikey grabs her arm and pins it down with the same hand holding the leash, using his other hand to cup one of her mounds.

“Don’t do that!” She exclaims, completely uncomfortable with everyone groping her body in the name of ‘inspecting.’ She twitches in pain when the collar shocks her, the sound coming from the leash as it transfers the energy.

“Bad. Stop.” Mikey says as if she’s a pet. She stares in horror as she couldn’t believe how she’s being treated. It was to be expected considering she woke up in a cellar, but she didn’t realize how far it would go. Mikey hands the leash to Ran as he moves to her bottom half.

Before he has to demand it, Sanzu removes her panties as she moves her legs to cover herself. Failing, she’s forced to spread them as both men lean into eyeing her vagina. Kazutora moves to her chest, inspecting her nipples by pinching them in between his fingers, causing her to flinch from the sensitivity. Moving away from him, she twitches in pain with a wail once more as Ran clicks the button to shock her into obedience.

“Y/n, be a good girl for us.” She glares at him only for Rin to pinch her other nipple painfully, causing her to yelp.

Sanzu holds one of her legs open as Mikey pulls one leg over his shoulder. He leans deeper into her thighs and pulls open her pussy lips. He analyzes the hood first, using a thumb to pull it back as her clitoris is revealed, using his other finger to press against it. When she clenches, he continues to put more pressure as he rolls his finger. He watches as a liquid oozes out of her vagina hole, dropping to her anus as she clenches once more.

Sanzu pushes her leg open once more, gaining his own view of the dripping pussy as Mikey plays with it, licking his lips as it becomes juicer. Ran moves in between Mikey and Sanzu after handing Kazutora the leash, stretching her out more as he squeezes beside them.

“It looks so sweet.” Mikey whispers in awe, interested in her responses as the aroma heightens. She could only lay back as Kazutora eyes her nub, leaning his head over as he couldn’t contain the curiosity of how her skin would taste. Rin eyed her lips once she bit them, curious as to how it would feel against his own. Deciding to find out, he uses his free hand to pull her in, crashing his lips against her own. His long tongue pushes past, in search for more of her to savor.

Wanting to taste her blood, Sanzu uses a nail to scratch her thigh causing her to flinch in pain. He analyzes the blood dripping down, leaning in to lick up the red liquid, a metallic taste that he couldn’t get enough of as he bites her thigh. She whimpers in pain as she tries to pull her leg away, his grip refraining her from doing so. Mikey moves his head forward as he finally dives in, using his tongue to glide up the bud. Her hips jolt as she moves against their hold, Mikey using his lips to encircle her clit once the taste sets in, sucking mercilessly as he slightly bobs his head.

Ran moves his hand to the wet slick running down, scooping the juice on his fingers before he brings them to his mouth.

“Mph.” He replaces his fingers, this time pushing both into the wet hole slowly as he looks at her face. Her breath hitches as she gasps against Rin’s lips.

“Wait!” She tries to say, though it was only muffled against his mouth.

Ran pulls his fingers back before pushing in as he continues his steady pace, loving the way her vagina sounds as the liquid gushes, some dripping down to her anus as her pussy clenches around his fingers. Mikey continues his sucks and licks as she arches her back, unable to move her hips as he and Sanzu hold her thighs in place. She almost releases a moan as she feels Kazutora flick his tongue against her nipple, staring into her eyes as she tries to contain herself, face strained.

Rin moves back as he shifts to her neck, licking up her skin until he finds the spot between her shoulder and neck which causes her to react in the way he wants, sucking the skin as he uses his teeth to nibble, his hand holding against her breast as he gently tugs her nipple.

Sanzu pulls back from her bloody thigh, eyes in a haze as he licks up the remaining blood. Eyeing the only spot left he uses the fallen slick and slowly shoves a finger into her asshole. Her head slams against the bed as all the sensations combine overwhelmingly. She bites her lip and sucks her teeth as she tries to keep herself together.

Fingers thrust into her swiftly as she feels a sense of fullness, one set hitting her g - spot as he angles it to hit against it, memory recollecting the studies they were forced to observe of the human woman’s body. Mikey continues his assault as he stares at her, observing her nose scrunching and face straining, sweat building as her face becomes darker with heat.

Her hips buck as she’s closer to coming undone, Rin moving to her nipple to mimic Kazutora’s licks and nibbles. She breathes heavily, her mouth slightly open as her head falls back, closing her eyes as she’s brought closer and closer to her climax.

Finally, she releases hard, grunting as her vagina contracts, back arching as her hands reach to both alien’s heads against her chest in reflex.

“Fuck.” She hissed as they all continued their movements, craving to see the same reaction as they become faster with their movements.

“No, no stop! I’m done!” She couldn’t control herself this time, the sensations too intense against her skin. Her hips grind back and forth as she whimpers, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she breathes heavily once more. Kazutora lifts his head to meet his lips against her ears.

“You look so good like this.” He whispers before sucking her ear lobe, kissing her ear.

“Hah, shit!” She thrusts hard against the mouth and fingers, squeezing Rin’s shoulder as well as Kazutora’s arm as she creams. Once she finished convulsing, they removed their wet fingers. Mikey gives a peck before moving away from her pussy, wiping his mouth.

“It’s settled. We’re keeping her.” He states as they nod in response with excitement on their faces, watching as she catches her breath.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #ran haitani #ran x reader #rin haitani #rin x reader #alien au #alien #royalty au #royalty #prince au #yandere tokyo revengers

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