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weathertheraine · 11 months
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I have put them in a situation (gay ppl come get ur little knight/prince au pspsps)
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revasserium · 9 months
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31 days (nonconsecutive) of aus:
in a rather ill-fated attempt to write more au's and get my creative juices flowing, i'm challenging myself (and u, dear unfortunate stumble-uponer of this post, if you'd like) to write the below list of aus in no particular order -- please feel free to send in a request if you'd like to see a specific au with a specific character
coffee shop au; death before decaf, ft. roronoa zoro
angels and demons au
mafia au; after a gunshot wound, ft. leona kingscholar
peter pan au; the art of being lost, ft oikawa tooru
urban fantasy au
idol au
little red riding hood au; a hunter's heart, ft. roronoa zoro (gen fairytale!au but whatever)
roadside diner au
hogwarts au
college au
high fantasy au
mythology au
doors into other worlds au
writer and muse au
convenience store au
regency au
art heist au
sherlock holmes au
faery court au
goblin market au
online dating au
guardian of hell au
sandman au
spirited away au
impressionist movement au
fashion week au
superheroes au
1920s au
reincarnation au; the story of the fox and the firefly, ft. harry gray
assassin/hitmen au
roommates au; a story in reverse, ft. jamil viper
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violette-hue · 1 year
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An Encounter
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Summary: You’re at Prince Daichi’s Birthday Ball and it’s very boring.
Trigger Warning(s): being alone with a boy, boredom, mentions of kids and having kids
Pairing(s): Royal AU Daichi x female reader
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: Thank you @kingdaddydaichi for letting me joint your 31 Days of Daichi event! This was my first event, and I really loved it! Thank you @ceo-of-daichi for helping me proofread!
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This ball was horrendously boring. You had been standing in the corner for most of the night, watching all the Lords chase after the Ladies for a dance. You scoffed as you watched a nearby Lady wave her fan at a Lord to invite him over. At least this corner was quiet and pretty.
The doors to the veranda were just a few steps away, adorned by lavish drapes. Perhaps if you'd be able to slip away, you'd be able to enjoy the rest of your night peacefully. Your eyes slipped to the open doors for the hundredth time that night. If there were any chance, now would be it. There was no one in sight to stop you.
You took one more look around to ensure no one was watching and slipped out. The fresh air kisses your cheeks refreshingly. The night sky captured your attention with its scattered stars. If you closed your eyes you’d be able to imagine you were alone at your own home, not some Prince’s Summer home.
You sighed heavily. That was another reason you decided to slip out. It was “the season” and you were currently attempting to avoid any potential suitor. Marriage wasn’t necessarily something you hated, but you didn’t welcome it willy-nilly like the others. There was something you just found…weird…about it. How could you dance with someone a few times and decide that’s the person you want to spend your life with?
Another sigh. Perhaps you’d spend your life like your aunt—in the countryside with far too many animals for one person.
“Does this event truly bore you to the point of melancholy sighing?”
You jumped at the voice, not expecting anyone to be out here already. Your eyes tries to find the source of the words, but it was too dark. You could only make out a tall, thick shape. You stepped forward cautiously.
“Pardon my intrusion, sir,” you said wearily. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here.”
The figure chuckled and shifted slightly, leaving on the veranda’s railing. “It’s quite alright, no need for apologies,” he said. His voice was deep and rich, with a bit of a boyishness to it. “What’s a Lady doing out here, when everyone else is inside?”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “That the point, isn’t it? Everyone else is inside.” You, too, leaned against the veranda’s railing, facing the dark, beautiful garden. Without the Sun, the flowers and hedges looked daunting and mysterious. You wondered how many unchaperoned Lords and Ladies were within those hedge walls right now. You smiled wider to yourself. The scandal.
The man chuckled, his voice going softer with amusement. “A good answer we both share.”
You furrowed your brows, moving your head towards the shadowy man. “Why would an eligible bachelor want to avoid everyone? Shouldn’t you be—I don’t know—looking for a wife to give you a brood?”
The man laughed, his head leaning back. Was what you said that funny? At this point, you were thoroughly intrigued in this man. You turned your full body to him now and squinted, trying to see any features that might reveal his identity.
“Perhaps if all the Ladies and their mamas weren’t so persistently demented. They’re not being truthful anymore.” You saw him shift his body to face yours. “Why, just the last ball a Lady was claiming to be proficient the pianoforte. I asked her who was her favorite composer and she said Monet!”
A laugh escaped your lips, sounding something between a scoff and a snort. A most unladylike gesture, but you didn’t care. Not when this man couldn’t even see who you were. “He’s not a composer.”
The man let out a breath, almost sounding relieved. “Exactly. I’d rather sit this ball out of it means I won’t have to deal with any lies.” It was silent for a moment, only the sounds of the crickets filling the night air. “Shouldn’t you be looking for a husband to give you a brood?”
You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips. You probably shouldn’t be so unguarded with this unknown man, but you couldn’t help it. You just felt so…comfortable around him. Which, in retrospect, was very silly. On top of not knowing this man’s identity, you had no idea what he looked like. Worst case scenario, he could be some random civilian who crashed the party. Still, you answered with candor.
“How can anyone decide their future based on one encounter?” you replied. “One dance and little conversation?” You laughed to yourself cynically. “It doesn’t make any sense to me.”
It was quiet for a few long moments. You were afraid you might have said the wrong thing and been too comfortable. It was hard to gauge the man’s reaction in the darkness, with no facial expressions visible. It was rare anyone would object to the way things were done in society, and even rarer that it be a Lady. But you couldn’t help your doubts and suspicions. Too many times had you heard—seen—failed marriages based on these one encounters. It’s easy to play a character, to lie your way up on the societal ladder, than to be yourself.
Finally, the man spoke. “I think it’s quite romantic,” he said, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “To meet someone and fall in love with them on sight.” You heard a shuffle and felt a man’s body heat.
He hadn’t moved that close, just close enough to barely graze your shoulder with his. His arms were crossed over his chest and leaning on the veranda railing. With the few lanterns and star out, you were barely able to make out some features in his face. Dark, cropped hair, a strong nose and jaw, full lips. You squinted your eyes slightly, a familiar sensation gnawing at the back of your brain. Did you know this man?
“I think I’d like to get to know someone before I decide to marry them. It’s only forever,” you responded. Your eyes scanned the man’s features, trying to recognize him. “I’m sorry, I don't believe we’ve formally introduced ourselves..?”
The man shifted to face you, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He seemed stiff, as if you had asked him a question he didn’t want to answer. All the same, the action mixed with the anticipation of a revelation had butterflies storming your stomach. You couldn’t discern why you stomach was in knots, though there could only be two options—you were nervous at who this man might be, or the gesture had touched you. You mentally scoffed to yourself. A simple gesture done by every gentleman you meet managed to touch you. Possibly.
“Prince Daichi of Karasuno,” the man—the Prince—bowed. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
You blinked, too stunned to speak. Suddenly, everything and nothing made sense. Ladies lying to him just to get his fancy made sense, you could see anyone doing that. Maybe if you were a different person, or even if you knew you were talking to the Prince, you’d lie too. But this ball was in honor of him, why wouldn’t he at least try to keep to himself inside? You were sure people were already looking for him— Panic rose in your chest. People were looking for him. And you were with him. Alone. With no chaperone. In the dark. Close enough to be touching—
You removed your hand from his and curtsied. “F/N L/N,” you replied hastily. Your eyes grazed the closest areas for anybody. Maybe if you left now you wouldn’t be caught.
Prince Daichi furrowed his brows, his head cocking to the side. “I see my introduction has made you uncomfortable.”
“No,” you blurted, “—I mean yes. You see, you’re a Prince, and I’m…I’m just me. And we’re alone. In the dark.” You couldn’t pay attention to the Prince’s facial features, or even how he stepped closer to you. You were too focused on someone—anyone walking in. You’d never outlive the scandal. A Lady below his rank alone with him—they’d think you were seducing him. Testing his honor.
“Ah.” The Prince took a deep breath and extended his arm. “If you’d like we can go inside? Perhaps I can get a waltz in—”
You looked at him at that. “You want to dance with me?”
“Only if you want to..?”
You blinked, eyes wide. You were in disbelief. Why would a Prince want to dance with you? “And you want to use your only waltz with me?”
The Prince lifted a brow in amusement. “Yes? Am I not supposed to?”
“N-No—I mean yes—I mean,” you took a deep breath. “You can do whatever you want, Your Grace.”
The Prince shook his head with a smile and took your arm. “Then allow me to escort you to the dance floor.”
You swallowed hard, all of a sudden nervous. “And perhaps if you think I’m a good enough dancer, I can fill your punch card?”
You looked at Prince Daichi, astounded. He genuinely wanted to dance with you—all night. Someone who was just venting about the Ladies of today had their sights on you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and fluttered up to your throat. How could you be feeling this way about someone you just met? After one encounter?
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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year
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I know there aren't as many public schools as private schools but do you think there's token rich kids on those teams?
this is one of the FUNNIEST asks i've ever received and i am VERY happy about it because YES i absolutely DO think there are token rich kids on the nonrich public school teams so let's go!!
karasuno: kageyama. like . . . i imagine his parents have demanding work that make bank, which is why he was primarily raised by kazuyo. also, i've looked at the brand he uses for his bag - le coq sportif is CRAZY expensive. he's probably the only student in the whole school with something like that. if we want to go even further, kazuyo is a shiratorizawa alumnus, so his family's money or prestige or whatever could theoretically stretch pretty far back. and honestly? it's hard, switching to karasuno. kageyama feels like a fish out of water here where everyone seems to understand each other except him. but they try, and he tries, and he loves them so, so much, and he wants to be better than he was before. so he starts with gifts - little things like a spa day for everyone, or maybe a pile of quality snacks (he got the idea watching daichi treat them all the time), a new set of towels, whatever he can do to help them, to let them know how much he appreciates what they've given him.
nekoma: okay so uhh i did not mean to take it that far with karasuno LMFAO, anyways for nekoma i honestly think it's lev. like man something about his arrogance and confidence and how he doesn't seem to get connection the way everyone else does because he really never experienced that sense of community growing up as a rich kid. nekoma is where he learns and grows outside of that and comes to be a better person than he was before
dateko: hmm kind of tricky but i think it might be sakunami honestly. the money itself doesn't mean much to him he just wants to do what makes him happy. also i wholeheartedly believe he's a weird little bean and part of that weirdness comes from having had a childhood funded very differently than your average nonrich kid. he's quiet about it and doesn't flaunt it and is pretty self-aware, which is why futakuchi doesn't tease him for it the way he normally would.
johzenji: oooooh let's see . . . i think it'd be REALLY funny if it was, mmm, numajiri. i adore jiri and i bet sometimes he thinks the rest of johzenji are absolute heathens for how they act which is why he gets that look on his face sometimes LMAO. he's another one who's quiet and doesn't flaunt it and blends in with the others REALLY well, if not for the slightly haughty resting face he usually has.
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hazyletter · 7 months
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tkkg in a japanese historical setting. two cut-sleeves, one the king and the other a scholar, destined to be apart and killed in front of the other's eyes. forbidden love that only lasts a breath before their lives are taken
of course i made it angsty. historical aus are always so angst hmph hmph. let me suggest a reincarnation au tho: where they are in the canon's timeline, a spiteful middle blocker and his setter who always wants to punch him in the face
WAIT THE FIRST MEETING. [clears throat] crown prince!tobio who pretends to be a scholar in kei's school to watch how his subjects are doing bumping into scholar!kei who always seemed to want to get under his nerves. but it gives tobio thrill. no one has spoken to him like that. he's the crown prince, after all. all the servants under him always snide at those that try to insult him. the only exception is his co-crown prince hinata shoyo from another kingdom, of course
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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years
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Royal au x Hinata
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Prince!Hinata x Scholar’s daughter!reader
Requested by: @jvmisvu
Tw-angst to fluff? Hinata and reader don’t get their happy ending easily, hinatas dad doesn’t approve, Hinata cries, reader cries, breakups(fake but real for reader!)happy ending guys I promise!!
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He was a prince, you a scholars daughter, everyday after you’d study with Shoyo he’d take you out to the garden. He’d shower you in kisses and compliments always telling you how you’d inevitably have your happy ending together.
Unfortunately said happy ending didn’t come easy. There were thousands of suitors waiting in a long line to marry your beloved, and unfortunately for you as someone of rather low social status, you were sure as hell not the first in line.
But that didn’t stop the two of you, next was his father’s approval which would never come.
That was ok to, you’d sit in your little cottage together on your cozy couch watching the fire together, his head placed in your lap as he sniffles occasionally, you’d both just discussed how it was likely you’d never get his father’s approval on marriage.
When the day came, when his father had gotten sick of him rejecting every suitor in the kingdom, he picked one for him. That was the night Hinata showed up on your porch, he was crying while the guards stood behind him making sure he broke it off with you. And he had.
But that also didn’t stop him when he got a moment alone the day of the wedding he staged a break in before climbing out the window, it was raining so everyone was inside and with the chaos of the wedding no one would know.
So when he slipped away on a horse of a villager it wasn’t even questioned, everyone to busy buzzing about the prince’s wedding to notice the prince himself fleeing.
He knocked on your cottage frantic, your eyes were puffy and bloodshot from the tears but seeing his smile, he looked like he’d finally won and you couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you as he pulled you into him placing a sweet kiss to your lips before telling you to gather only the necessities and your cash that you were about to finally get your happy ending.
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Anywho! Let me know if you guys want a part two or want to see anything else because I love writing requests so much!!!
Part two!!
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kayloyal · 1 year
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Finally continuing to post stuff from last year
Prince Kyoutani taking a break with his personal guard for @hqroyaltybang  with an amazing fic by @AnnProuz on Twitter
http://archiveofourown.org/works/42286053 
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soranihimawari · 2 years
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His Royal Highness
Strangers to lovers, but make it a royalty!au
Pairing: iwazumi x (f!) reader
Word Count: 6.9K
Warnings: fluff with angsty undertones & suggestive ending.
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The sundial in the garden is currently out of commission. It is late into the evening as the moon is rising steadily over the rest of the kingdom. Behind, encased in the glass windows of the grand ballroom, a birthday gala is being held for a young ruler. Name day celebrations are taken very seriously here in this kingdom regardless of status. Inside said ballroom the celebrant celebrates with his comrades in arms: High King Oikawa (who came from abroad to visit an old friend), Sir Hanamaki who still serves the guards closest to the prince, and Sir Mattsukawa, head of training newer clergymen under the guise of preparing for another uprising in neighboring estates. This quartet of young men are also the talk of the town considering all of them were listed as the most eligible bachelor's this side of the country had to offer.
Truly, it was a sight to behold, considering the company that you keep is filled with butlers and maids in attendance. Unlike those four who flirt and dance with the young socialites around them, you were given the task to clear the emptying plates and such. You were part of the kitchen detail today, which was a bit of a far reach for your work as an apothecary's assistant. Flowers within the queen's royal private garden were often tended by herself, the gardner and you. You came to the castle at an odd turn of events in your young life. With being no older than nineteen, a full year ahead of her son, you were sent for in the orphanage after the queen mother requested you. It seemed you were of age when Mother Superior asks for you to pack your things; your sketches of the flowers used to assist the sick children who were too fond of you seemed to have caught the eye of the royal family's physician and personal apothecary. Regardless, why you're here in the ballroom now seems a bit odd. Even for the birthday celebrant.
The music the orchestra plays is one of flirtatious desire; a tug and pull of sorts. What you don't see while you're speaking with the personal butler of the prince, is the same prince who eyes you from afar. He is not paying attention to the woman pretending to be interested in political gains nor further nurturing the trade routes as of late. You shake your head at some joke, said prince reasons when he sees a rarity for him: a genuine smile. For what it's worth, Prince Iwazumi Hajime doesn't care for such ridiculous festivities. Perhaps come the first light of day he will send for your aid mentioning he needs a draught to cure a hangover. When the lady to his left notices where his attention seemed to have been for a while, she bows as she bids them all a good evening. She haughtily gathers her skirt in her hands and storms off.
"That has to be a record," Oikawa tries not to laugh, though his eyes do. He pats Iwazumi's shoulder. "For the past few months Lady Riz over there has tried to grab your attention and you could not be bothered with a woman like her."
Iwazumi rolls his eyes. "What are you insinuating Shittykawa?"
"That you're in love with that fiore over there," Hanamaki takes a swig of the mead in his goblet. "Wouldn't be the first time you've been caught ogling 'er. C'mon Mattsun. Let's see which woman would care to spend the night with us."
Mattsukawa cracks a joke about the orgy he was planning to have mentioning corests and stays are easy to undo when you've got a short dagger in your boot. The two knights leave in search for such a lady. The grand king and his princely best friend stand by an ice sculpture of the palace. A gift made from the artisans ages prior. How it has not begun to thoroughly melt is a mystery. Anyways, the prince still stares in your direction, whenever you move on to the next table or take a quick break to switch trays, he is intrigued by what his mother told you to wear. It's not much different than the very clothes he's seen you in, yet the ivory and cerulean shade of your formal attire seemed to make you have the figure of an angel, or a demon if his best friend was truly being honest.
"Talk to her, lest you want me to go in your stead," Oikawa nudges him.
"And say what?"
"I don't know. That's for you to figure out because," the king downs the rest of his wine before calling out your name. You wave when he does, beckoning you to come over. "Here she comes."
Fuck.
“Good evening your majesty,” your voice is molten honey to someone’s ear. Oikawa notices the bow you give him before greeting the person he is with. “Your highness.”
Oikawa hands you his cup asking if the party was going well for you. Your compatriots who walk by the champagne table are swapping the used glasses for more filled ones at the moment.
“As well as any other gala her majesty throws I suppose,” you reply.
“You rather be doing your work in the garden gazebo,” the prince observes after finding his voice.
“Exactly. I don’t see why I have to be here to help clean your party goers’ mess, but alas this order came from queen mother, so I must comply.”
You let out a sigh as you bow again bidding them good night.
“You should have asked her,” oikawa scolds his friend.
“I know.”
Iwazumi groans while Oikawa leaves to work his way round the room.
As the party dwindled down, you’re finding yourself in the public garden. The hedges are quite nice this time of year. A wisteria tree begins to blossom by the north side of the palace. In your hands a gardenia bloom flutters away from the tree supporting your back as you are seated on the bench. The light from the celestials above keep your company until a breaking of a twig is heard. You don’t have the heart to gasp because a familiar scent wafts above: mint, and the lightest hint of cinnamon create an image in your mind.
“Miss YN,” Ah yes, that voice you’ve become familiar with greets you.
“Your highness,” you return his greeting, half rising from the bench when he makes a sign you didn’t have to bow.
“May I ask why you’re out here when there’s still some people to entertain within?”
He takes a deep breath and upon the exhale he summons every ounce of courage he can at this hour.
“Because I rather spend time out here with a person I like versus the ones who’s only after me for my titles,” he is rather stiff when he states the truth.
You don’t really mind.
“Glad to know that,” you tease a toothy grin at him. Patting the space next to you, you both converse for what seems to be hours, only to have another guard come fetch him to give his thank you speech.
“Go on, I’ll be right behind you…” your voice encourages him to finally stand.
There’s a raw break in your voice when he hears your dress rustle. You do follow him like you said, yet he was amused by the way the gardenia he placed behind your ear moments ago still sits there. You’re thinking he looks back to flustered you more than he already has, but that is not the case: the crown prince knew his heart wanted to be given the chance to do something a bit outrageous.
“Dance with me,” words escape faster than he could swallow them back in.
“Now?” You blink at him, sort of embarrassed by the sweet command.
The prince nods, looking above the halo the moon makes of your hair. In the same light, you look at how the aquamarine jewels sparkle on his broach. They were the same ones gifted to his father once by his mother long ago. However, if you notice the reddening of his ears, you say nothing; upon closer inspection, you do notice the details of the refined silks he wears this summer evening. The threads feel soft against your knuckles and you can tell he is waiting your next move with a baited breath.
You seemed amused and baffled by this, but you oblige in his request. You take hold of his hand and the music from the ballroom is still loud enough to create a softer ambiance here. The tiles in this side of the garden serve as your floor away from prying eyes of the aristocracy.
“Your highn—”
“Hajime,” he interjects, placing your free hand on his shoulder.
With that settled, he moves that same hand down your back to push you closer than before. The other which you hold is pressed against his chest. A small smile on either face masks the truth for a short while.
“Call me that when we’re alone,” he sounds like he’s begging, but you hum a reply the moment he does lead you with the intent of making you feel lighter than spun sugar.
You know this dance, you haven’t had time to try to find a partner lately in the party, yet you found one who is confident in his steps. Toward the end of the dance, there is a lift, a spin, and a bow. Gracefully, he does all three and your hair brushes against his tunic, making you laugh when your feet touch the ground. He still holds you, yet this time he is the one choosing to smile widely in wonder hoping his intentions were clear; he has yet to let you go, hands remaining where they are—yours on his shoulders, his on either side of your waist.
“Miss YN.”
“Hmm?”
“May I be bold one more time?”
You glance up to see a spark reflective in hopes emerald eyes; the moon is bright today seeing as to how it creates the shadows on his sharp features. You choose to nod rather than say anything because of you did, you might have stopped him before his right hand cups your face, asking you to look at him. He’s so close to you now and in a matter of seconds, you feel his lips brush against yours like he’s sealing a secret. Your eyes blink close the second his hand slides away from your face only to hold the back of your head pushing you to deepen what he started. He doesn’t want to break apart, you know this. You feel it in the way he gingerly pulls you to his body; the ridges of your formal stays are played with, lingering touches ignite your skin on fire. On the other hand, your leaning into your lover’s touch more; you feel like you’re going to pass out because all you know is how your heart holds out hope for him before you.
“Hajime,” your voice is small when he lets himself and you breathe. His lips curl into a smile when he pressed them against your forehead.
“Tomorrow,” he answers, understanding your concerns. “Tomorrow we can go back to our duties.”
You inhale a deep breath only to create some distance between each other.
“And for tonight?”
He holds your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. A mischievous grin on his face makes you insinuate more intimate moments were to follow.
“Tonight stays between us, fiore mia.”
It was not long after his lips crash into yours again, committing his first confession to memory. You inhale sharply, slowly losing yourself into the desire that has ebbed at your heart. His highness must have felt that too considering now his hands raise themselves higher when your own wrap around thee base of his neck, pushing him further into your figure.
He breathes rather roughly like there is no time to waste; you are too drunk on his touch to care about how wrong this would be if you two were caught. Calloused hands push the fabric you wear a bit higher to expose the scars of your past transgressions—ankle shackles on children who were kept in old houses with crueler leads; you often were a troublemaker in the few houses you stayed in until you reached here by age ten. If the prince sees these scars when opens his eye, he doesn’t say anything; he’s too preoccupied by having you melt into him more. One day you tell him candidly in full, and eventually your scars are where he kisses you the most. For now, though, his focus is on the warmth you provide in the summer heat. He feels you bite his lips, causing a chuckle to escape.
“I think you’re falling for me,” your breath is scalding against his lips, especially when his nose brushes against your cheek.
“Not ‘falling,’” he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Fell.”
You almost bucked up his chin when you raise your head to see if he’s joking. The crowned prince realizes what’s he saying right? That this wasn’t a trick, the dance, speaking to you? Not with the sincerity he’s emoting s he’s listing off various yn-isms he finds makes you worthy of being exclusively his.
“Oikawa’s been waiting for me to do this,” he pauses to make a sign between your lips and his. “with you.”
How quaint, you think when you drape an arm around his shoulder.
“We should be lovers,” he confesses in the quiet space between you. He can’t take the words back just like how you ponder your next words not so carefully either.
“Sweet boy, I thought we already were,” your answer is a dangerous one because you stand on your toes to reach him.
Gently like the seafaring breeze are your kisses; satisfyingly simple and unlike the urgency of his, you teach him what there is to know about being quietly bold. He whispers in your ear where to find him later seeing as he had delayed the speech long enough. You turn him round by the shoulders and politely push him back toward the ballroom. You give yourself a few minutes to calm down, laughing at the way he presses his fingers against his lips making sure your warmth stays there.
What neither of you see is a pair of prying eyes between the rose bushes; the dress of a familiar lady is as red as her face angry up stood on a place where she thought she could reach. It doesn’t do well when the same lady is also an aristocrat’s daughter who usually gets what she wants. And right now, you’re walking behind the young ruler she wishes to marry.
Ever since that night, you tend to have been motivated to end your work early in the garden. The prince formally calls for you to join him at least twice a week for afternoon tea or for you to accompany him to the knights barracks. Often during these times, he dismisses those who cater to his every whim, even the queen mother. She doesn’t pick up on the way her son requests your presence, not yet anyway. She thinks it’s grand her son found some lady to confide in, which is odd considering the company her son keeps consists of his two head knights and a king whom assumed the throne quite young in another neighboring estate to the east. Does the queen wish it was an aristocratic lady of noble pedigree? Sure, but as it stands, she doesn’t mind the blossoming friendship between her son and you.
During those days when you are called to be by his side for hours on end, you ponder what is it about you that vexes him so. One day, you come to aid him in the barracks after hearing a young squire came to defend his commander during a bout. You don’t inquire why the prince doesn’t choose the physician, but here you are tending to a rough injury during a sword cut from a drill. The blonde squire who was injured protecting his master from a sore loser on the ground grumbles curses after the prince makes his name known as the next to take the kingdom vows for knighthood. You stand in the back, waiting for the cheers to die down and you’re able to escort the lad to a stone bench. You bring a healing sauce and bandages. Honestly, in your opinion, the squire is of age and should be taking his oath soon. You kneel down in front of him, asking him to hold out his arm.
“Lady?” his voice is gruff.
“Yes?” You dismiss the others except for the prince who watches your movements. You hold his arm steady, inspecting the wound for any other debris.
“Are you always this kind?” the boy asks.
“And are you always getting into fights Kyōtani?” Your dabbing the salve now. “Be mindful this will sting like all hell, ok?”
Her braces himself and he slightly whimpers when you place the fabric on there.
“I’ll make quick work of this. Hand me the rest of the ribbon… excellent.”
You wrap and secure the bandage in an efficient manner. The blonde looks away from you for a moment, slightly pink in the face before running off. The rest of the training session, he was seen polishing and sharpening blades. Although, you were currently preoccupied by the hands of a royal which held you up against a cold wall.
“How many kisses are you going to steal from me?” You tease, punching your captor softly on the chest.
“As many as you like,” is his reply.
“Then give them all to me.”
Your feet barely touch the floor as he uses the wall to support you when he bunches your skirts higher than your knees. He holds you steady by the waist until your legs hang from the side of his hips. Clattering of teeth in the silence makes it possible for you to swallow more groans of pleasure from him the further you let this kiss steal the air in your lungs. It doesn’t take very long for him to find the correct path to give you both more privacy. Bruising lips create marks well hidden by your stays and bustier come the daylight hours. A few steps more and the door is completely closed behind you, a bed is nearby and you are too drunk on his teasing touches to care where you are. All you know is that you wish he’d hurry up and untie your garments because as it stands, he is making it very hard for you to keep breathing with how harshly his kisses become.
“Stay the night?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
It doesn’t take very long before you find yourself waking up in a room you don’t belong in. The first time this happened, nothing occurred. You sent word to your teachers saying the prince was not feeling the best and had requested you monitor him. Fine. The second and third were the weather’s fault: the last of the rain and the beginnings of the autumnal season had begun. Running around stealing baked goods with said prince was enough to have the kitchen staff notice the growing friendship between you two. Some say friendship, others think the prince is taken with you. Whatever the case may be, you don’t give off any other boundary defining snippets except when you argue with him over who makes the best croissants.
Regardless, you’re lying awake, half dressed and behind you, you feel him breathe heavily. Last night you almost thoroughly lost yourselves in the throes of young love, but you decided it was for the best to not engage in such activities. You don’t wish to be a royal concubine, you had your eyes set on taking your teacher’s apothecary spot. The prince honors this request, understanding if the roles were reversed he would advise the same thing. You try to shuffle out of the comfortable bed only to be drawn back into the warmth of his embrace.
“Not yet,” his groggy voice brought up some amusement in these hours.
“We have to go,” you whisper back.
Breathing in your scent from your shoulder, he turns you round to see him above you. There is a lazy smile on his face when he’s sees how flustered you are staring up at his bare chest.
“No, we don’t,” he scoops you up in one arm to place morning kisses along your exposed neckline. The chemise you wore had silence that easily slide off if he’s being bold enough. You echo his words when you prop yourself up, breathing in between the languid kisses your lover plants against your neck. You keep him here in your arms safe from the outside responsibilities just as he keeps you safe here in his chambers. Both of you decide to stay a little while longer, lingering in each other’s touches. With a final kiss on your brow, you effortlessly hold his chin in your hands. You bring him to eye level, inquiring about a certain thing even a prince can’t ignore:
“Your highness, don’t you have a meeting with the aristocracy today?”
“Ugh… don’t remind me,” he frowns. “They’re now trying to sell me their daughters to wed.”
You dropped your hand leaning in against the pillow there.
“I see… well then,” you move quicker than he does out of the bed bc that is not yours. “I shouldn’t keep you from that.”
You are dressed in the garments from last night and before your counterpart can stand, he hears the passageway door open and close. Today was the first of many when you decided to create more distance between your visits with him. What a day for hell to have frozen over, your thoughts circulated your mind enough to have you some out when trimming some of the nightshade blooms. The gardener seems to have noticed at this point and you apologize for not listening fully.
“Seems you’re preoccupied by something,” he says.
There’s a laughter across the promenade at the gazebo where you see the queen converse with green guests. One of which seems familiar, then it clicks. The same girl you saw at the gala; the one who haughtily walks away from the prince and friendly king. You see her parent with her while the queen laughs at a joke; suddenly you’re reminded of your place. You excuse yourself from the gardener’s care, mentioning you weren’t feeling well.
“Too much sun?” Your company asks, motioning for a child in the garden to escort you to your room.
“Something like that.”
The older man looks down at his grandchild with instructions to deliver a message to the prince. The kid looks back between you and their grandfather, the realization on the child’s face is priceless.
“Take care of her,” he says, patting the kid’s shoulder. Off you went with the child, who you find out wishes to take over in their grandfather’s stead. As they prattle on, you could not help glancing over your shoulder as the prince, who’s bed you keep warm during this season, greets his mother.
“I saw you speak with Lady—Hajime?” His mother’s voice seems distant as she sees what or rather who has her son’s attention. She sees you being escorted out of the gardens, a hand on your head checking to see if you were ill. Glancing between your disappearing figure and her son, she sees his concern on his brow. Surely hiding romantic feelings from the woman who raised you would be a rather difficult task, but alas even Prince Iwazumi Hajime is impervious to a mother’s intuition.
“Yes?”
“A word,” she excuses them from their (her company) instructing the other father-daughter to enjoy the garden.
As they create more distance, away from prying ears, a mother consults her son. She gives her son a pointed stare.
“Son, be honest with me,” she begins. Moss green eyes reflect her own with a sentiment of dejectedness in them. “How long?”
“Mother,” his voice is pleading at best.
“How long Hajime?”
“…since the gala…” he mumbles his answer.
His mother sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. She turns over her shoulder to see her esteemed guests walking around another set of bougainvillea bushes before she returns her sights to her son.
“You can have your fun for now, but as it stands, she is a better match for you in status alone,” is all the advice she gives before being embraced by her son.
Even if it’s for a short or long time, the prince knows his mother was looking out for his best interest.
Currently, you’re laying down in your room’s couch, a headache from the sun was roaring its way in between your ears. The child from earlier was dismissed by you after fetching some juice and fever reducing potions. Your fever came next though as you were sitting down with the apothecary who served you a portion of clear broth and some bread with meat and cheese. He rests the palm of his hand over your forehead and he confirms you’re suspicions.
“Fevers are usual this time of year my dear girl,” he says.
You smirk as you sip your tea.
“Get some rest and worry not about the affairs of the castle. I’ll see to it word reaches a certain boy prince to not visit for a few days time since the people wish to see their future ruler healthy.”
“Of course,” your voice is a bit hoarse now too since the meats you had were of a smokey variety.
Approximately six days later, you are seen by the handmaids you know to travel with a certain grand king. The solstice for this season is around the corner when you enter the library, which for right now, is in a disarray. Certain chefs along side other personnel were searching the cookbooks for feast-day meal ideas. The others were interior decorators looking to spruce up the space in its entirety. You were honestly looking for refuge from the eyes of a certain lady who seemed to have nothing more than her claim as future queen. In the back corners of the second level of the library, by the stained glass window, you sit on the floor with a sketch book filled with your own parchment drawings of certain flowers and their healing properties; to your right were the books on the winter flora and spring fauna that’s sprout sightings as early or as late in the year here in the kingdom. A few paint brushes were left behind in your room while you were recovering from said brush of fever chills by the gardener and his grandchild as a get well soon gift, thankful your pockets in your dress were deep enough to carry them along with the bottle of ink you typically used to make calligraphy notes.
Moments later, there is a commotion downstairs as royal greetings were heard, and you were unbothered to check who had entered. Clearly it was someone higher than the friend of the prince. The queen just that morning mentioned she had extended invitations to the neighboring kingdoms as it was their turn to host the solstice festivities. Hushes were heard delicately placed as a familiar voice is heard giving the tour of the castle. You keep writing the notes you had begun to make as the company exits. Regardless of who they were, you were sure you;d be introduced when the party makes their way to your shared workshop a day later. For right now, you’re able to research in peace.
In your efforts to create some distance between yourselves, the crowned prince paces his room. His friends who keep his company are sharing a carafe of aged liquor amongst them. The chess game is long since abandoned while the young men speak of their latest conquest. One ought to be wise when dealing with the affairs of bedding and the like since one was a king, the other a future ruler, the third a flirtatious smart ass, and the fourth the most loyal of the women he has thoroughly fucked in times of peace.
“And you? Have you bed that apothecary girl yet?” Crowns lay forgotten on the end tables by the ottoman in the solarium.
“Judging by how red he is turning, I think our lovely friend has not,” the knight has a wolffish smile. “I wonder why that is especially when Mattsun here has seen the lady sneak out of your room multiple times…”
Iwazumi sees Mattsukawa shake his head violently when the knight feels the eyes of his commander on him.
“Ohohoho, Iwa-chan you dog,” Oikawa’s eyes turn into amused crescents.
Iwazumi sighs, his blush almost completely disappearing. A cross look on his furrowed brows reads as something opposite of what his friends insinuated.
“She refuses me every time I bring it up,” the prince sits dejectedly on the nearest chair. “Something about not being the right fit for me.”
“Right fit?” Oikawa repeats. The other two, Hanamaki and Mattsukawa figure it out before Iwazumi has a chance to explain.
“Lower status, is what she means,” Mattsukawa rubs his chin. Hanamaki leans back against his own chair closing his eyes before he slaps his leg with a large smile on his face.
“Whatever you’re about to propose, I want no part in it,” Iwazumi says with his hands raised in innocence. Mattsukawa agrees to this as well.
“Fine, I’ll have his majesty do it then,” Hanamaki states eyeing said king. “Why don’t you just, I don’t know, knight the lady?”
“…excuse me?” Iwazumi grumbles. “Oikawa can’t just knight a lady, can you?”
“Why not?” Oikawa questions. He straightens up his posture. “I’m a king who aims to please my friends, and be it as it may, you are quite taken with YN-san, so who am I stand in your way of happiness?”
“Besides,” Mattsukawa leans forward, folding his arms over his thighs. “Wouldn’t you be able to actively court her if she were a true lady of Oikawa’s court? Your mother seemed very adamant about letting word get out her only son is in love with an apothecary apprentice.”
The four men talk about the plans to have you knighted properly by the time the second day of the festivities are in full swing. A fifth, a squire who is supposed to take his vows to uphold the kingdom’s safety with his life, is asked to be a witness to the title being bestowed upon you. The boy is said to be one year younger than the prince whom he looks up to, yet he is a bit rough around the edges, however he does befriend you one afternoon when he received a rather harsh punishment for speaking his opinion during a capture the flag exercise. He recalls you showing him kindness and is actually one of the few young squires you trust with your life especially since he covered for you when he witnesses the prince exit the balcony of your room. You inform him of the truth and though he isn’t bothered by the story of your private affair, you are grateful he chooses to not blabber to the gossips in the court since a certain lady caller was still with her father for the entirety of the winter season.
Lady Riz is not an easy woman to scare off, she is rather brazen in the ways she attempts to start flirting with anything and everything the prince does. You encourage them to keep meeting, much to the prince’s dismay for his reasons are as follows: “She doesn’t understand why I can’t be with her one-hundred percent of the time”; “That woman is an emotional leech, draining me of my energy,” he rests his head on your lap for that one; “The lady bores me so much with her ignorant speech about those of lower rankings and says I should start speaking down to my personal staff. Can you believe that?” That one stung the most. Lately, even with the festival beginning, the prince and you rarely see each other, something that must have been remedied according to the squire whom you’ve formed a friendly bond with. He notices the toll it has on you as your room certainly gains a few additions: plants, books, medical texts, etc crowd the various tables at the moment.
In the end of your reflective moments for the year’s end as the festivities were a week long, while you were retiring for the night, not really wanting to go see the last bit of the floating lanterns traditions, you’re sudddenly pulled by the hand into a darkened hallway. You almost scream, except you hear a familiar voice in your ear stating to calm down.
“You’re going to be the death of me I swear,” your voice is as harsh as winter’s first frost. You turn to face an apologetic lover who seemed to be a bit anxious because he would have spoiled the surprise awaiting you in the underground grotto (it runs into a hot spring you discovered last spring).
“Come with me for a while,” he says lightly pecking your forehead. “Seems I forgot how you enchant me when we are alone.”
“Lead the way your highness,” is all he heard you say before squeezing your hand, giving you a final kiss on your cold lips.
The path is a familiar one you reason as you pass by the ivy covered stones and slicked moss walls. Prince and you walk behind the other, no hands being held until a certain checkpoint has been past. It was to keep the appearance of formal etiquette when following a royal in those days. Candles and such line the walls every couple of yards until you see a group of men dressed in formal attire—a rare sight indeed it was to see knights and said squire out of their chainmail (amongst other armors). The only one to be wearing any defining pieces of regalia were Oikawa (who stood on a pedestal in the center of the grotto) with his everyday crown adorning his head and, of course, the prince whose crown was replaced for the season with the one made of silver and white gold. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa each hold a few things you’ve heard about when a knight does eventually take his final oaths prior to donning the garb of a sentry. The other set in the chest, apparently, is meant as a gift. For who, you don’t really think you need to know just yet.
“I feel very underdressed at the moment,” you said when all of them greet you. You in return bow to those of higher status, and as you straighten back up, you notice how quickly the prince lets your hand go.
“Don’t worry, yn,” Oikawa begins. “I’ve knighted people who have worn less before, you’re fine.”
“Oh, hah,” you peer to your left looking at the lad from earlier. “Congrats then Kyotani.”
“He wasn’t talking about me alone, yn-san,” the squire says.
You turn to face the friendly king who at the moment has a rather obnoxious smile on his face. To his left stands your lover, proud and tall, nodding this was indeed a thing that is about to happen.
“A-are you sure?” You stutter. “This might be too much.”
“Yes,” Oikawa answers. “Is it really too much if a king wishes to see his childhood best friend be with the woman he loves most in the world? And if elevating your status is the way your relationship can come out of hiding, so be it. I am of course elated to oblige…Kneel whenever you’re ready YN.”
You do as you’re asked almost immediately, focusing on the dirt accumulating on your knees, the shoes of those around you, right before you hear the unsheathing of Oikawa’s sword, you take a deep breath. Upon the exhale you repeat the vows that would forever change your life (and the future way you are to be treated).
“By the gods above us and the people here to witness this act, I, King Oikawa Tooru, dub thee YLN, YN, grand duchess of the northern skies,” this causes Iwazumi to stare wide eyed at his friend as the shock settles in. You were only supposed to be knighted to lady, not a duchy. Oikawa makes a hand sign to Hanamaki holds a bronze arm band which rests high on your upper arm. You rise shortly thereafter before asking the question on everyone’s mind:
“Have you completely lost your mind? The northern territories are going to riot because they had no ruler since their duke died,” you glare as you finally stand in equal footing with the royals ahead of you.
“No, I haven’t,” Oikawa stays his ground. “Because I looked into it. Although the duchy is vacant, I’ve had scholars and scribes look into the family tree of the dearly departed and a rather nice piece of juicy intel was revealed. Tell me, your grace, have you ever known your lineage?”
Silence ensured shortly thereafter. You answer the king’s questions efficiently and when the official documents are signed nearly twelve hours later, you are suddenly called into the court of which you serve. Guests whisper as you are escorted by familiar two guards nod with Hanamaki on your left and Mattsukawa on your right, you bow as you extend your greetings to the woman on the throne.
“King Oikawa has informed me of a rather intriguing secret,” she says rising from her chair. “He mentions he discovered a bastard offspring of an egotistical duke and handmaid, both of whom are dead.”
“Mother,” Iwazumi tries to spare you his mother’s ire, but fails as she reluctantly tears into you calling you liar, fool, and thief. You, in your humble commoner’s clothes stand tall as the insults and whispers are hurled around or on to your persona.
“What you speak of is news to me my queen,” you have a chance for retribution, so you steady your quivering hand. “For I have no right to claim anything other than what his royal majesty had bestowed upon me in title alone.”
“Now why would he do such a thing? Hmm?” Her lips are taut into a tight line, like her son when he is enraged.
“Because he couldn’t bear seeing his best friend, his royal highness, lose his opportunity at a love best hidden from prying eyes, so forgive them both for trying to aid a girl who fell for a good man,” your words are filled with wisdom in their earnest honesty. “You can do with me as you see fit your majesty, but since I have a duchy to run, I pray this season does it’s best to shake you to your senses.”
You turn on your heel without so much as a bow nor a farewell. The prince has a wicked smile on his face ignoring her calls for him to return to her side, choosing to follow you with a ready mind. The queen quiets down as she watches her son call after you with a pep in his step before he runs to the woman who ought to rule one day. Before the doors do close, your prince takes your hand only to make sure his mother sees her son kiss the duchess soundly on the mouth before scurrying off to the northern territories.
“He loves her auntie. Don’t worry, I’ll see to it they are safe,” her son’s closest friend said as he too follows the lovers’ lead.
King Oikawa immediately bows to his friend’s mother prior to following both of you out of the court laughing about how lion like you truly are. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa exit after their kingly friend while looking at the stunned court mentioning something about how the north seemed to be sparkle in the winter months. The lady and her father from many weeks past are ultimately baffled by this meeting thereby withdrawing their running to be considered candidates for a royal match.
Clarity comes one evening at the one dinner table—the queen dines with her company who celebrate her husband’s death anniversary. A somber day indeed is now filled with a memory which over plays on her head while flashes of raising their son when she roams her garden freely.
“I don’t want to marry out of convenience mother,” young prince Hajime says. A scowl on his lips he has yet to break the habit of using. His father kneels down to pick up his decade old first born, glancing at his wife with a wink.
“Then if not for convenience, how about love hmm?” The king asks.
“Love?” The boy closes his eye and ponders. He closes his small fist and imitates his father’s mannerism when deciding upon an idea. “If I fall recklessly in love with someone, then I’d marry them!”
“Haha! Spoken like a true prince!” The king raises his son into the air before placing him back down.
At the time, the queen laughs just like she did now. The tree where the memory took place in front of now has began to bloom again.
The past couple of days there had been many a fine one; there is a trained falcon delivering letters to the queen’s room. No doubt the letters come from her son who did take the last bit of wisdom his father gave him to heart. The note as of late includes an inscription in your handwriting: ‘know that an invitation is to follow if you’ll have us.’ And for the first time in a long while, the queen sends the falcon back with a personal script mentioning she will be looking forward to it.
Come the spring, your new estate is restored to its former glory. You’ve met the city councilmen as you explain to them you are not here to discredit their progress, but rather are here as a figurehead for all official meetings with certain nobles. Those who were older seemed to have been open to the idea while their sons and grown grandsons were a bit weary of your expertise on certain subjects. However, your dedication in the willingness to learn is what turned them to raise your popularity. Does it help your beau is the crown prince? A little, but for the time being, he is a fantastic tutor in running stately affairs as your esteemed guest, the one who had the authority to give you said title.
For now, though the sun has set, your books remained opened on the desk, yet you are forced to take a break especially since a certain young man had pinned you to your bed. It doesn’t take very long for clothing to be discarded and a rustling of sheets to be heard while a quick, “shh, not so loud,” is heard from you. You cup his face as he seemed to settle between your legs, a chuckle rumbles through his chest. Teasing touches across the exposed parts of you with his hands serves as a reminder this was a very real practice; it’s something this lover of yours always does since the first time you’ve let him come this far.
“Are saying that more for yourself or for me beautiful girl?” his voice is always like this when he’s about to bed you. Again. For the fifth time that day.
You arch your back to have his lips meet yours before he eventually gets to hear his name be pulled from your lips in hoarse tones. Bruises from the last time have started to fade, so naturally you ask him to start slow, yet he treats you as gently as he can. If this is how your days start and end with him, you’d both learn to proclaim your studies (or meetings) over at a reasonable hour. Your scarred ankles are always kissed last and one night you told him how they came to exist, but he doesn’t mind because you are the most beautiful person to him. No titles are said to have been heard come from this room allegedly, but those who now serve here only know that their lady is just as satisfied as her lover.
Courting rituals are thrown to the wayside you’ve imagined. Yet with a cat like grin, you beckon your exclusive royal to carry on since, after all, he has all the time in the world to remind you who you truly belong to.
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marina-umi · 2 years
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I made this page art for SpellBound: A SemiShira Zine, but since I withdrew from it, here it is.    You can get a print of it or a sticker by clicking the link  
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megiesposts · 2 years
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Haikyuu book
Okay so I did something and I don’t regret it
So it’s a royal au so like kings and princesses and princes and queens, and magic overall and the dynamics are going to be a lil different like here’s what I’m thinking just a little
Aoba Johsai
- Oikawa is obv a prince
- iwaizumi is the head knight
- matsukawa is the second in command (also a knight)
- hanamaki is the jester/mage and
- yahaba is probably also a knight
- watari is knight (I’m running out of ideas)
- kindaichi is a mage in training
- kumini is the healer
- kyotani is obv a knight like his fav iwa
Fukurodani
- washio is a knight
- Bokuto is the prince
- Akaashi is the healer mage
- kohona is the funny knight
Inarizaki
- Kita - a Duke obv
- omimi is a knight
- Miya twins - the princes in line for the throne
- Aran either a head knight or a mage
- gimjima is the knight
- suna is a powerful sorcerer probably dabbles in black/dark magic
- akagi is a knight idk I’m repeating things
Not gonna go into it with itchiyama but sakusa is the prince and Komori is a duke since they’re related
Karasuno
(Oh god HERE WE GO)
- Ukai is a popular merchant
- sr ukai helps teach the children
- takeda is the financial advisor
- kiyoko is a duchess
- yachi is kiyoko’s first hand servant
- daichi is a military chief advisor
- sugawara is a powerful sorcerer
- asahi is either a healer or the second in command knight to daichi
- nishinoya is happily a knight
- so is tanaka
- ennoshita, kinoshita, and narita are all servants of the castle
- kageyama is drum roll 🥁 the prince!
- hinata is kageyamas first servant (but they’re more friends than anything)
- tsukishima is a sorcerer
- Yamaguchi is a healer mage
Nekoma (heheheh)
- kuroo (military chief advisor)
- Kai - kuroo’s second in command
- Yaku is a powerful healer mage
- yamamoto is obv a knight
- Kenma is the prince
- Fukunage is a mage for the knights
- inuoka is a personal knight for kenma
- lev is same as inuoka
- shibayama is also a knight
Not gonna go into nohebi but daisho is a prince
Shiratorizawa (oh god)
- ushijima, literally the strongest knight ever (chief military advisor)
- tendou THE PRINCE AND I WILL SCREAM THIS
- semi is a mage and unfortunately (for him) tendou’s personal servant
- reon is a knight with ushijima
- goshiki looks up to ushijima way to much to not follow in his footsteps
- shirabu - a sorcerer
- kawanishi - a knight and shirabu’s bff
- Yamagata - one of tendou’s higher class servants
Okay got all that- onto the idea
So you are in line for the throne and once you get it you receive word of attack that is planned by a way more powerful nation than you- with a queen that literally just came into power- your empire is weak
So you look into the empires surrounding you and you summon all the princes/newfound kings to a dinner in your palace, cause the way bigger empire isn’t only going after you- it’s just starting with you
So you tell them all and show the evidence and you explain your want/need for an allowance because all alone- none of their empires stand a chance against this one
So they’re made to make a decision- make an Allience after the falling out over 300 years ago that split them empires apart and brought them to war against each other and work with people they don’t know/like for the safety of their kingdoms? , or suffer with no help from other empires when the stronger empire comes to take over so your like stay at my empire for a few days and we’ll give you anything you need and so all the princes and their first and second hand men are thinking it over and they’re actually communicating with each other and it’s epic
I would genuinely write this oh my god it’s amazing
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tartxgliaa · 1 year
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KuroKen | Bodyguard AU
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Kenma has never worked with someone so annoying. This man was annoying. His laugh was obnoxious. His hair looked like he slicked it up with mud. He kept flirting with him and cracking the worst jokes.
And Kenma had to keep him safe.
It was comical to anyone on the outside looking in. Kenma was almost a full foot shorter than the prince, but anyone who knew his reputation didn’t question it.
No one who hired him ever got injured. Not even a scratch.
But that didn’t mean he liked it. Kenma rolled his eyes for the third time in 10 minutes.
“…and that’s how I managed to fight off three of his guys with one hand tied behind my back.”
“So I guess you don’t need me to stick around, do you, Prince?”
Kuro crossed his arms. “Of course I can take care of myself but the King insists on hiring you so there must be a reason.”
“It’s because your loud fucking mouth gives away your position.”
“I can think of ways to keep my loud fucking mouth occupied.”
Kenma’s eye twitched and he almost threw his cup at him. “Yeah maybe a gag.”
“Good guess. I’m into that.”
“You know what? I can escort you in a box.”
Kuro reached across the table and lifted Kenma’s chin with his finger. “Aw, but then I can’t see your pretty face.”
Kuro smiled in triumph when he saw the blush take over Kenma’s face. The blond ripped his face away and looked away.
“Whatever.”
A month later Kenma finds himself in his first tense meeting. Kuro sitting across from some asshat diplomat who looks like he wants nothing more than to stab a knife into his eye.
Kenma has his finger on the trigger already. Just in case the deal goes south.
Kuro seems unfazed. Actually, he’s having a fantastic time despite the other guy having 5 trained guards behind him.
“I think you can offer us more than that.” Kuro says with a flick of the wrist. “This amount of money for the protection we offer is honestly insulting.”
“It’s all we can afford.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard.” Kuro leans forward and Kenma’s eyes target onto one of the guards that’s getting a little too fidgety.
Untrained dogs was all Kenma could compare them to.
“You need new sources.”
“You can find new protection.”
Kenma isn’t sure how it starts, but his hand acts on its own. A bullet is lodged between the eyes of a guard before he could even lift his weapon.
The other 4 stand back, frozen in fear as the body drops to the ground.
“Good boy.” Kuro purrs, pulling Kenma into his lap at the table. The blond doesn’t react, used to this behavior after a month of him.
“Get your dog away from the table.”
“I think we’re quite done here.” Kuro snaps, irritation lacing his words for the first time.
Kuro stands and moves to exit the room, Kenma a step behind. He stops at the door and looks down at Kenma with a sinister smile.
“Erase them.”
And he does.
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weathertheraine · 4 months
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A purrfect match - unacaritafeliz
"Hi Uncle Tettsun!” Nozomi says without moving an inch. “There's a kitty cat under here."
Tetsurou sighs, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. There's been a dramatic increase in the number of cats hiding under homes or dumpsters or in trees lately, ever since the Kozume family's latest announcement. People have been chasing them down, knowing that whoever takes the key from the royal cat's collar will be allowed to marry the crown prince.
[Five times Tetsurou meets a cat, and one time he meets a human instead].
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I loved beta-ing this fic by the amazing @unacaritafeliz so much I had to draw my favourite scene :DD Thank you Rae! And happy birthday Tettsun!!
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torusluvrr · 1 year
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Misfortune Intertwined (HIATUS)
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Prince!Toru Oikawa x Assasin!fem!reader
Warnings: plotted murder, slight abuse, hint of s3xism, hitting, awkward talk, slight venting, somewhat poor advice, poor household
You wake up in your messy bed, hair strands sticking onto your face while the sour morning taste was in your mouth. You gently rubbed the eye crust off of your eyes, feeling the warmth of sunbeam on your face. Relishing a few seconds of laying there, you quickly get up after; unable to find the need to care to fix your bed.
You walk outside and grab your toothbrush before getting a bucket of water by the river. Using some paste that you stole, you gently brush your teeth, staring at your reflection that was in the bucket. You spit somewhere in the bushes before take a small sip of water and shaking it around in your mouth, spitting it out again.
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After awhile of getting ready, you hear a knock at your door. Walking to it, you open it to see one of your co-workers standing there irritated. Hearing them clear their throat, they took out a neatly folded paper that was tucked in their vest.
"This is another assignment for you, Ms. L/n. We're sending you off to assassinate a prince named, 'Oikawa Toru-"
"A prince!?" You shriek, fingers wrapping around your hair as you pull. Your co-worker cleared his throat again, giving you a stern look before averting his eyes back onto the paper. "It may seem impossible or crazy but we think out of all of our employees, we think you can do it." The messenger scoffs before continuing, "you will be disguised and infiltrate as a knight. Don't be too suspicious. Especially when you're a woman joining in as a knight. Don't fail me."
Anxiety runs through your veins as the messenger flicks his blonde hair back. "You don't look like yer cut out for this, so I don't know why he picked you."
You shrugged not knowing the answer to why he picked you either. Your co-worker took out another piece of paper and handed it to you, a grumpy look on his face. Unfolding it, you see a map and the name of the kingdom your boss wanted you to get involved in. You sighed, watching your petty co-worker walk away before sliding the door shut. Although you were in high teer training at your job, you didn't have much money meaning your home wasn't exactly like what any type of home would look like.
Dressing into more formal clothes, a flared out long sleeved medieval shirt, and black pants made out of wool. You certainly didn't care at all if people gave you weird looks for wearing what a man would wear. There was even a woman you passed by cover their child like a shield. It honestly almost makes you laugh.
Being at a distance from the castle amazed you of how big it was. You imagined what it would be like if you got caught; it would absolutely be horrible for you. You assume this kingdom lives up in such high quality.
Walking up close to the gates, two guards with plate armor created an 'x' with their weapons, blocking your way. You don't avert your eyes to meet theirs, a forced and serious tone laced in with their voice.
"I'm gonna need you to step back, ma'am. What do you need?" The guard from the right asks, hearing metal slightly scrape against each other.
"I'm just here to infiltrate as a knight, that's all," you say calmly, a soft breeze blowing on your face. You hear a quiet snicker from the guard on your left, your eyes quickly snapping to meet his. "Is me entering perhaps funny to you?" He wuiets down when he feels the pressure of your gaze, his grip on his weapon getting tighter.
The guard on your right snickers, a small smirk plastering his face. "Let's see if you meet the qualifications-" next thing he knows is that he's on the ground, the sound of his weapon meeting the dirt echoing in his ears. You hear the other guard laugh, heaving over. "How's that for qualification?"
The guard under you lifts his helmet off, seeing a shocked expression. He had dark midnight hair and slight hollowed out cheek bones. Letting out a small sigh, you get up and hold out a hand. The guard takes it and almost trips over his own feet. "You're a strong lady. I'm Matsukawa Issei. And my friend over here is Hanamaki Takahiro."
You give him a small smile, slightly bowing. "It's nice to meet you, Matsukawa."
He gives you a grin before giving you a thumbs up; they both stand back in their positions, allowing you to enter. As the gates open, you are met with a sweet smell and a beautiful garden. You are in awe, watching a few butterflies roam the large area, seeing flowers organized by section. You're amazed. This really is high quality.
You walk up to one of the flowers, white colored roses. How beautiful. You never seen anything like it.
With hesitation, you hold it with a delicate touch as if it would fall apart any second.
"I'm the one who planted those, y'know."
You stiffen, your heart almost jumping out of your chest. Flaring your nostrils as you breathe out of your nose, you knit your eyebrows together. You turn around to meet the one who holds the voice, just to be met with a man with the beauty that was almost similar to a god. He held a charming smile on his face, wearing aristocratic clothing with no wrinkle or lint insight.
You found yourself being in awe at his looks but you quickly snapped out of it when you heard his laugh, how angelic it sounded. "It seems as if I captured your attention. Maybe the flowers aren't the only thing you enjoy looking at, no?" He jokes, hearing you scoff.
"I'm just here to.. Infiltrate as a knight."
"No problem, I'll tell my father there a new recruit joining the knights," he chirps, brushing back his golden brown colored hair. You take in his words for a moment before eyeing him, "who are you?"
The man chokes on his own spit, looking at you as if you were mad-man. "I'm- I'm the prince? I thought you knew that already," he trips over his words, his hands up in the air making small gestures. You mentally panick because of this; mentally calling your self slow repeatedly after not getting it, knowing there were so many clues and signs. You suddenly felt the need to bow, wanting to hide your embarrassment. You didn't even realize how your cheeks turned red.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know-- I.." being at lost for words was hard, it made you feel awkward. Silence was followed after and it only made you feel even worse. And being a small talkative person, Oikawa didn't know what to say. After a minute passed by, his eyes lit up as if a light bulb appeared right on top of his head. "How about I make you.. My personal knight!" He squeals, a sweet grin on his face.
You were at lost for words, again. And for a moment, you thought that this could just be a way to get closer to him; it could be your chance to find an opening and kill him!
Except..
You honestly can't believe you have t O kill someone so beautiful.
Still, you can't let yourself be swooned over some stranger you just met, being attractive shouldn't fool you so easily.
"" let me show you the place, yeah? It's a big place though so I'd probably just have someone to send over to show the rest halfway, y'know?" He looks away, arms tucked behind his back as he moves his body around, trying to look innocent. You sigh at the prince, making your lips into a lopsided frown. "It's fine, I don't need a tour, I insist," you play it off, a twitching small smile forming on your face.
"Just show me a room I can sleep in," you look up at him, making him let out a loud sigh. "You aren't really the joker, are you?" You snicker, raising a brow at him. "I'm here to be your knight," you cross your arms, eyeing him up and down," not your jester."
"Quite the sassy one, hm? Come now, I'll give you a room close to mine," he stands beside you, placing his hand on your back and gently giving you a push. You side-eye him as he pushes you through the garden and into the castle with a smile.
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"This will be your room," he says softly. You let out a loud sigh before turning to say 'thank you' but nothing comes out of your mouth, being met with an empty doorway. 'How odd,' you thought. You walk up to the door, closing to shut it before you hear a familiar voice. You leave a small crack, sticking your hear outside to hear better. You don't mean to eavesdrop but if it helps your job make it easier, you will gladly take that chance.
"Why do you disappoint me?" you hear a deeper and raspy voice say. Silence follows by before you hear a slap making you gasp softly. "Answer me, boy!"
"I'm... I'm sorry, father. I'll do better, I promise," you hear the prince plead, the small desperation you hear just by listening to his voice. "How can you be so certain when you can't do the simplest thing I tell you," the older man says coldly, what you assume is the king.
It gets quiet again after that, hearing a small huff before hearing echoing footsteps fade away. You held a solemn expression, opening the door and met with marble floor and light colored walls.
Stone pillars surround the place and you notice how the place looks dim, stepping out of the room and turning your head, you see the prince standing there with a grim look on his face with a red mark planted onto his cheek. "You..." you start out, unable to say any right words.
You stare at your feet before looking back up to him, fiddling with your shirt. "Are you okay?"
He gives you a soft smile, his hand reaching up to his cheek, rubbing it gently. "Yeah, I'm okay."
You purse your lips together, trying to make up a conversation. Sneaking a quick glance, you saw he was having a little trouble on starting a conversation. "I don't mean to be rude by being nosy but.."
"What was he talking about?"
He rubs his cheek again, a soft expression on his face. "He wanted me to learn sword fighting or whatsoever instead of bringing a girl to our home. He saw you," he chuckles softly, his hand sliding down from his cheek to his nape. "He's been trying to tell me I should be more 'Royal-like.'" He quotes with his fingers, letting out another chuckle. You only held a sad expression. Hearing him laugh it off made you feel even more bad for the situation he goes through.
"It's okay though," a small smile is plastered on his face and all you wanna do is wipe it off. What makes him think any of this is okay? Though, his smile made you melt because how sad it looked. So bittersweet. It left a sour taste in your mouth.
"It's not okay.." you pause for a moment, recalling back what his name was. "Oikawa? Is it?"
"You can just call me Toru," he sweetly says. "I'll just go with Oikawa. Don't get so comfortable here."
He let's out another one of his chuckles. When is he gonna stop laughing at the smallest things? If there was one thing you picked up on, it was that he chuckles a lot.
"Look, I know he's your father but.. What he's doing to you or what he's saying to you is not- it's not okay," you say with a frown displayed on your face, brows slightly furrowed. He gives you a look, sighing. "I'm fine. I promise."
"You can't be too sure when promising, Oikawa. Don't promise things you know you can't keep or.. Something like that," you pour out, not used to holding out much conversations. You never really had a friend, even with your co-workers, you weren't exactly friends with them either. All your life, you had to take care of your own self. The only thing you had as a parent was an old farmer. They died later on when you were five, you were only sruviving off their crops; doing what little stuff you learned.
Oikawa was the only person who spoke to you and it made you feel nervous.
"Should I say thank you?" He jokes, taking steps closer to you until he was a foot away. You never noticed how he towered over you, not even at the garden. Six foot or six foot one you presume?
"Look, I'm just stating what should be said. You're even too dumb enough not to even realize it." He audibly gasps, a hand pressing to his chest. You glanced up to his face and saw a dramatic offended expression. "Excuse me? And you're supposed to be my knight. I'm a prince too! I don't think you're supposed to be treating a prince this way," he huffs, pouting while turning to the side with his arms crossed. You scoff at his childish behavior while rolling your eyes, a smile making a way up to your face.
He took a peek at you and his expression softened just a moment. He turns his head to you, wonder sparking in his eyes. Letting his arms fall to his sides and his shoulders slump, he stared down at you like you were a lost creature.
"Who are you?" He tilts his head at you, a small smile on his face.
You pause for a moment before letting your smile grow.
"L/n Y/n, your knight at your service."
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aizawasecretlover · 2 years
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This is a new story that I came up. Its a AU of wolf girl and black prince hope some of you like it.
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"No big deal. It was a lot of fun." Walking side by side with another man. "I was worried since we ended up in a different school" Girls were looking at them with a deep blush as they walk past.
"I've never done anything to justify you worrying about me." One girl gasp when she look there way. "Well, I've got to stop here." He pointed to the spot where they part way.
"Oh, sure." His black-haired friend then walk away leaving the other standing there. As he turns around to leave.
"CLICK"
There was a camera flash.
                                  /Early that day/
A h/c girl was walking with her friend. "Look, look! san!'' She turned toward her friend and gave smiled.
"Huh?" Her friend gave her a confused look.
"A Smiling practice! You think I can make friends like this?" The h/c woman asks her friend then gave another smile.
"Probably not, (Y/n)" Her black haired friend said as she walked past you.
"Hey! AT least give it some thought before you answer!"
Not far from them a boy screams "Let's go!"
"Making friends is an important part of high school life. I shall not be a loner anymore!" You had a fist up in the air screaming.
"Maybe so, but you shouldn't force yourself. Remember what happened last time in middle school?"
"Was not my fault damn, he had it fucking coming."
"Hmm, You're right he did but be careful this time." she gave you a side look while walking past a court.
"I will make more friends this time! If the three years to come are happy life in heaven and miserable life in hell!" you got in front of your friend with your declaration.
"Life in Hell?"
"I'd sooner die than live a lonely high school life!" she looks at you like some dumb ass.
"Haa, then instead of practicing smiles, You should think of things to talk about, right?" She walks off leaving you in your miserable life.
"Ya, that's right, But the only things girls could be talking about is who has a better boyfriend or girlfriend.
not far the kids had other plans on how to end your life with a simple ball.
"Next up the knuckleball shoot."
"You can do that?"
Kiyoko looks back at you "Don't say that, just-"
'SMACK'
You got knocked the fuck out!
COMING SOON
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kimbapisnotsushi · 2 years
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someone tell me why the og barbie movies make such great aus
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roleplayermeet · 2 years
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Hi! I'm 18 and I'm *desperately* looking for a 18+ partner to play tendou satori or ōhira reon against my semi eita in a haikyuu!! royal au roleplay! I'm thinking a prince/knight (with my semi as the prince), or maybe prince/servant (i can do either role) thing! I have a couple ideas written down. I’d like a semi-lit to advanced lit rp, with a healthy mix of fluff and angst, maybe some dark stuff and a lot of steamy scenes. I’m open to almost anything, so we can discuss! Just for your knowledge, I’m on EST and I’m fairly active, although I am starting a new job soon. Interact and I’ll get back to you! 👑
p.s. i rp on discord, by the way!
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