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The White Knight - Prologue

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Summary: As a princess, you are used to having knights around you to protect you. But what happens when the ones who are supposed to protect you fail? Is there still honor and love to be found in these times? And if you find it, can you keep it?

Words: 1,542

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, not proofread, idgaf about historical accuracy

The sound of swords clashing still rung in your head. The whole night it had kept you awake. It simply didn't seem to fade, even thought it had already been two weeks since the fight in your father's throne room. The fight that had started because of you. The fight that had claimed yet another one's of your knight’s lives. Would this ever end? 

Sitting in front of your breakfast, you poked your fork at the food on your plate, but no appetite arose in you. All you could think about was your knight's blood spilling from his neck as he fell to your feet. All because two of your suitors wanted to fight for your favor and he had tried to separate them. As if brutality would win you over. As if he was supposed to leave your side. 

It seemed like no one was concerned with what you wanted, not even the knight who had pledged his whole live to you didn't seem to understand that running head first into a fight for you was the last thing that you wanted. But they all seemed like that. All of your knights had been good fighters but all of them were too hot-headed to know when to jump into a fight and when to leave the sword in the sheath. All of them had died in the name of protecting you. How many more knights would you have to go through, how many more would you have to see dead in front of you? How many more night would you have to lay awake because the image of their blood covered corpse didn't leave your mind? 

“Princess?” One of your maids had entered your room and pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Yes?” 

“Your father has summoned you. Apparently he wants to choose a new knight for you.” 

You furrowed your brows. Why would he consult you on this matter? He always picked one and then assigned them to you without asking if you were alright with this random man following you around all day and night. Why now? 

“He is waiting for you in the courtyard, princess,” she said since you didn't move. 

“Yes, yes of course.” You got up and took the coat she handed to you. 

At your door, one of your father's guards waited for you. In the time between your old knight's death and the assignment of a new one, one of his personal guards always looked after your safety. He seemed like a good knight, one you didn't mind having by your side. But sadly, he was already sworn to protect his king, not you. Soon, he would return to his old duties and you would be left with a knight who would give you even more nightmares. 

“Ah, y/n, there you are!” Your father beamed at you from across the courtyard where he was awaiting you. 

By his sides there were two of his guards, knights you have known for quite a while now. In front of him, however, was a line-up of men you had never seen before, all dressed in their armor. 

“Father,” you gave a small courtesy and waited for him to speak up again, ans he did. 

Gesturing towards the knights in front of him, he said: “And, what do you think?” 

You were confused. Did he put together a whole army of knights for you? Surely, that was a bit too much. You raised an unsure eyebrow at him.

“Well, which one do you want? As your knight?” 

“I.. I get to chose him?” It probably wasn't the best first impression to give your potential knights, a young woman unable to make her own decision, who is used to being patronized by her father. That wasn't you. Or at least, it wasn't all the time. You had your own life while your father attended his royal duties, had duties of your own, made decisions of your own, but when your father put his foot down and decided “what's best for you”, there truly was nothing you could do about it. He was the king, after all. And you were, though a princess, just a young woman at court. What say could you possibly have? 

“Well, it seems that the last ones weren't a good.. fit for you. But these knights have all been recommended to me and traveled here from the castles of my friends. I thought perhaps you'd have a better feel for who would be a good pick. So, go ahead.”

No, you weren't used to being asked to pick a knight instead of just having one presented to you. But now that you could pick one, you had to pick one that would not get himself killed at the first sight of a sword being drawn. You had to be smart about this. 

Straightening your back you stepped forward, hands clasped in front of you as you bore your eyes into theirs. There were maybe twelve men in front of you, some looked back at you with confidence that seemed to burst out of them, some avoided your eyes and some looked back at you with an expression you could not read. 

“Which ones of you have seen combat before?” 

All of them rook a step forward. 

“Outside of your training grounds and alley fights. Which ones of you have been to battle?” 

This time, not even half of them stepped forward. Of course, most of these knights that were held in such high regard were actually some coddled, high born lords who got the honor of being a knight by being liked by their uncle or some other important lord, not because they actually deserved it. At least that made your decision easier. Now, instead of choosing between all of them, you only had to pick between five contestants. 

Then, you let them quickly recount the biggest battle they had been a part of. Of course, all of them boasted about how many men they killed, how brutally they claimed their victory and how blood stained their swords were. All of them - except for one. A knight whose eyes were trained on you but revealed just the tiniest glimmer of sadness as he recollected a bloody battle at the end of a long siege. His white hair with tips of black moved in the soft breeze. Unlike the others, he avoided describing the gruesome deaths of his friends and opponents alike, simply stating the order of events. 

“When we first arrived, I was fighting side by side with Lord Abbott, but we got separated when we made our way into the castle. I led the attack on the walls of the castle while he secured the inside. The people in the castle and the city had been suffering because of our siege and while some fought against us with rage and fury, others were too weakened to fight. Many men lost their lives that day.. many good men. Both on our side and on the enemies. It was a hard fight and I am lucky to have come out of it alive.” 

The yard fell silent after his little speech. The other knights already had a glimmer of triumph in their eyes - he hadn't even spoken about all of his kills and skills! But something about the way that he spoke, the calmness in his voice reassured you that he was a better knight than all of them combined. 

“Are you scared to die?” You looked at him more intensely, trying to read his mind, trying to see what he was thinking. 

For just a split second, his eyes widened and he seemed unsure of what to say. He was doing what you were doing: Trying to read you. 

A few seconds both of you stared at each other, trying to feel the other's thoughts. 

“I am, princess. But that does not stop me from doing my duty.” 

“No,” you said, a smile slowly forming on your face. “It won't stop you.” Taking a step forward, you stretched out your hand for him to take. 

Immediately, he took it, averting his eyes and kneeling in front of you like you were sure he was told to do. 

“Now, might I know the name of my future knight?” 

His brown eyes rose up to you and in them you saw something you had never seen before. Not just loyalty and bravery - but devotion as well. Devotion to you and to the cause of protecting your life, even if it would cost him his. Not because he wanted to be a hero, but because he wanted you to live. 

“Kita, princess. My name is Kita Shinsuke.” 

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More 6th Anniversary illustrations!

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[pupkou]

thinking heavily about kita mouthing at the packer in my shorts <3 he’s moaning n praising how big it is <33 he eats me out and cries cause my tdick is so big ….. goodnight i’m so horny rn

minors dni

the thing about kita is that he knows that half of the power he has over you is mental. sure, he can overpower you-- he could hold you down, wrestle your arms behind your back, and make you do anything he wanted. but he doesn't have to.

all he has to do is look a little long at the bulge in your jeans before meeting your eyes. and not saying anything. repeatedly. all he's gotta do is look at your cock to get you going, and he knows that. but he likes to let you initiate because it's more fun that way.

you usually catch him in the kitchen, pressing him up against the counter and hugging him tight around his waist.

"what's going on, baby?" shinsuke asks, softly speaking into your ear.

you cuddle your face into his soft cotton shirt, saying, "I'm just.. horny. since I did my shot yesterday, you know." he smiles, but you can't see his change in expression from where you're holding him.

"d'you want me to help with that, peach?" he asks. you're throbbing in your shorts already and being asked that in combination with his sweet petname for you made you twitch, so you say yes and lead him to the bedroom.

he lays you down on the edge of the bed, stopping you when you start to get undressed.

"let me do that for you, baby," shinsuke purrs, smoothing a hand over your cheek and chin before giving you a soft, but deep kiss. he helps you take your shirt off and carefully folds it before setting it on the chair in your shared bedroom. you're left in your shorts and crew socks, just the kind of cozy, home outfit that he finds you irresistible in, especially with the outline of your packer showing through the fabric's form.

"s'so big," he says, rubbing his nose against your clothed bulge, feeling your warmth on his face. "you just get bigger every time I see your cock, baby."

shinsuke usually doesn't tease, but this time he starts to kiss your packer through the fabric of your shorts, worshipping the cock sitting on top of your hard tdick. he always worships you, but you can't help but get shy this time with the way he shamelessly kisses your packer with an open, drooling mouth.

once he's had his fill of teasing you (meaning: you've begged hard enough,) he pulls your shorts down and rubs his middle and ring finger on the wet spot you've created on your underwear, sticking his nose into it and taking a nice huff of your pussy. he lifts his head to meet your gaze and grabs your bulge with one hand, rubbing it up and down as he stares at your expression with unashamed eyes.

"are ya ready for me to take care of this for you?" he asks, kissing the tip through your underwear. "I can see you're real excited for me. and smell it."

"please," you whimper. "please take care of me."

and as always, he does. he wastes no more time with teasing, pulling your underwear off and tossing them gently onto the floor where he's sitting before making himself comfortable by laying between your legs. he spreads you open, exposing your wetness just for him, and gently runs his tongue along the underside of your cock before softly taking it into his mouth. he sucks lightly and laughs into your cunt when your thighs twitch from the movement, since you're just so sensitive.

your hand finds its way into his bicolored hair, holding on as his mouth makes filthier and filthier noises that would thoroughly embarrass you if his mouth didn't feel so fucking good. shinsuke worships your cock as always, open mouthed kissing the tip and sucking the length of you into his mouth in combination, the warm, wet heat of his tongue and lips unlike anything else.

your thighs and hips shake in his broad, strong hands, and he begins to bob his head on your cock as his tongue flicks and rubs on the underside, and he hums in praise and agreement when your thighs start to close around his head. his sounds of "mm, hmmm" are encouragements of your pleasure, and the vibrations only add to it.

when you open your eyes to enjoy the view, you see shinsuke's eyes closed as he eats you out, his hair a mess in your hand that holds his head close to your cunt and his forehead sweaty and determined to please you. he's also fully clothed still in his white t shirt and comfortable navy blue pants, which you hadn't noticed before now. the sight of him pussydrunk while fully clothed, fully focused on your pleasure, is too much to handle-- and you cum hard into his mouth, which doesn't stop its motions against your cock.

you plead, "shinsuke, slower-- fuck," and he listens, slowing his kisses before resting his face happily on your inner thigh, kissing you there once for good measure and lifting his head to see you once your hand releases its grip on his hair.

"you did such a good job," he praises, rubbing his cheek into your soft, hairy thigh. shinsuke continues, "and you're just so big, I could choke on ya if you get any bigger."

you laugh at his lovedrunk praise, but say, "don't give me any ideas, I'll go crazy if I think about you choking on me like that."

"that's how I feel when you suck my strap, baby. plus you're so pretty when you do that, it's like I can really feel it," he says, his dick throbbing just thinking about it.

"you can't compliment me like that right after you just made me cum! I can't cum again for a couple minutes!!" you complain playfully, hips a little sore from being held open.

he looks at the clock sitting on your bedside table and smiles softly, mentally giving you 5 minutes before you're asking him to put the strap on and give it to you like you deserve (but knowing he'll make you ask for it nicely first.)

#knight answers #c.kita #trans hq #trans haikyuu #shinsuke kita x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x trans reader #shinsuke kita x trans reader #haikyuu x trans reader #hq x trans reader #kita x reader #kita x trans reader #kita shinsuke smut #shinsuke kita smut

[kitausuret]

Top three Venom panels, go.

Oooooohhhh this is so mean. Like, come on, making me pick only three? BUT. For the sake of "I'm a Venom blog (mostly) and I probably use the same dozen panels over and over" I am going to try and be a liiiiiiittle bit unique this time, and maybe pick out a few moments that I don't normally talk about. These may not be my favorite moments of all all ALL time but I'm using this ask as an excuse to talk about them. I'm also going to behave and limit myself to one panel for each example, instead of like, a page.

Venom: The Madness #3 (W: Anne Nocenti, A: Kelley Jones)

SO. "The Madness" is probably the closest I get to a guilty pleasure with Venom comics. Is it very good? Probably not! Did I enjoy it? Yes I did! I mostly know Nocenti for her fantastic work on Daredevil, but she also was the first writer to REALLY be like, "Hey, could not just Eddie Brock, but Venom have a significant other?" And as someone who's kind of made my whole fic-writing thing about Venom being in relationships, I really enjoyed that. I was very sad that Beck Underwood broke up with Eddie at the end of this comic, but she's a delightful character and I'm nothing if not a fan of exes to friends.

Thunderbolts #118 (W: Warren Ellis, A: Mike Deodato, Jr.)

So, let me preface this by saying that, for reasons you can investigate very easily, I don't like Warren Ellis, and this isn't even really my favorite Thunderbolts series. But. I love an exploration of the symbiote's fall from grace, and how even with Mac Gargan it wasn't so... shall we say... symbiotic. I think there's always going to be a little bit of Mac that's a little bit scared, and a little bit just wants to be protected, but he also wants to FEEL like he's tough and respectable. He's really a rather tortured man, and he and the symbiote found each other at really awful times in their lives. But also, the symbiote being gross is funny, and I like the colors in this panel a lot. It's also worth mentioning that there was some Psychic Manipulation™ happening during this arc, so... take that as you will, as far as how the symbiote's acting.

Venom (2016) #4 (W: Mike Costa, A: Juanan Ramirez)

You thought I was going to close this out with a Flash panel, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU? Well, joke's on you, because this panel with Lee Price literally lives in my brain rent free and has for the past six freakin' years. It's just hysterical to me. The little symbiote manifestations on his shoulders. The symbiote literally pleading with Lee to make the right decision. The knowledge that his little shoulder angel/demons are just in his brain because Black Cat is sitting like four feet away. Hilarious. I love it.

So yes! I hope I had a couple unexpected surprises for you here, because occasionally I do like to showcase just how many Venom comics I've read. For the record, I can't really recommend any of these comics (except for maybe the last one, because Lee Price is an interesting twist on the host-symbiote power dynamics) but I will happily cherry-pick them for my favorite moments.

#asked and answered #venom #eddie brock #lee price #mac gargan #kita talks comics #runner ups were a couple panels from secret avengers and a shot from space knight 1 that i really like #but i talk about SK a lot and flash in general so i decided not to #so while these are not my top three venom panels of all time #they are three panels that live in my head rent free but i don't talk about often #thanks as always for indulging the question MC #i almost left eddie out completely and did an angelo panel instead 😂

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tag dump: fate

#world's best coward;RITSUKA FUJIMARU #one eyed lord of sendai;DATE MASAMUNE #mage and detective;LORD EL MELLOI II #date clan vanguard;KOJURO KATAKURA #sage and servant;GRACIA HOSOKAWA #the rabid hound of tosa;IZOU OKADA #the other master of chaldea;MIYABI TOKIWA #he who blooms in adversity;RANMARU MORI #the fleeting dream;ROMANI ARCHAMAN #forsaken king of knights;ARTHUR PENDRAGON ALTER #a tiger dressed in a white haori;ISAMI KONDO #the crux of the real and ethereal;ABE NO SEIMEI #ad astra infinitas;KAMO NO YASUNORI #mend maim madness;FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE #magus of avalon;MERLIN #his right hand;KITA KATAKURA #the crimson war hero;YUKIMURA SANADA

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The White Knight - Chapter Eight

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Summary: A relationship between a Lady and her knight always seemed impossible - but perhaps there is someone in the castle to prove that assumption wrong.

Words: 2,882

Warnings: none

Your Point Of View 

Of course you had caught a fever. After exhausting yourself so much despite your wound, it really came as no surprise. You now had regular visits from the physician, maids and even your father, who was now sitting beside your bed, checking your temperature with his palm, even after you assured him that it had gone down already. 

“You should have rested, sweetheart,” he scolded you. “I even told your knight that he should make sure you rest.” 

“Father, I was not truly resting until I saw Alysane. I was only worrying about her. He knew that.” 

“Well, now you know that she is alive. So rest. Alright?” 

“Yes, father.” You smiled at his worry. It was endearing to see him care for you so sweetly. It was a rare sight, one you cherished. “Where is Ethan, anyway? He has not come to see me yet.” 

Only the day of the attack had your brother visited you, albeit very quickly, excusing himself shortly after his arrival. And now that you were sick, he had not come to see you despite your father coming in to see you every day. Did your brother not care about your recovery? 

“Your brother is very busy surveilling the men working in the castle. He wants to make sure that no one else commits treason like Garret did. But he asks about your health every time he sees me.” 

“I wish he would come and see me himself, though.” 

“I know, my love. But you are still weak. Maybe too many visits would be too much stress for you anyway.” Your father gave you a sympathetic smile. “Speaking of, I wanted to ask if you want me to postpone Garret's execution until you are feeling better?” 

Your stomach twisted and cramped at your father's words. Watch Garret's execution? No way. You could not do it. 

“No, father, it's fine.” You forced a smile onto your lips. “You can go ahead without me.” Please leave now before I start crying over this, you thought. 

“Fine, fine.” Your father planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “I'll leave you to rest then.” 

Holding yourself together until he left was hard enough, but when you saw Clara peek her head into the room, you just waved for her to leave while you pulled the blanket over your head. 

With one hand pressed to your mouth, you muffled your gasps for air as tears streamed down your face. Another man was going to die, because of you. One dead body after another littered your path. Everything you touched turned to ash and dust. 

Garret deserved what he got, you knew that. But it still hurt, it still felt like it was your fault. You could hear the sword swinging to kill him, you could hear his body hit the floor. You could see his blood drip down onto the floor, creeping up your legs. Every part of you was covered with someone else's blood. Everything was your fault. You were killing yet another man. 

Still, Kita wanted you to see the good in the world. Weren't you the one making things worse all the time? One day there would be nothing good left.

—

Kita's Point Of View 

Kita was running late. He hated making people wait, but today it was worth it. He knew how much you wanted to know how your friend was doing and although Clara made sure to make sure she got all the gossip from every possible person, he thought it would still be a good idea to check in himself. There was no denying the fact that Kita also felt a sense of reassurance when he knew that Alysane was doing well - considering the circumstances. 

It had been almost four weeks since the attack and although you had recovered very quickly - despite the fever you had caught - you still were still not allowed to visit Alysane. When you had been to her room right after she had been injured, she was not awake, so it did not really matter whether you were there or not. But then, after she regained consciousness, it was determined that she needed as much rest, peace and quiet as possible. So no visits were permitted, not even by the precious princess of the kingdom.

Though still weak, Alysane was awake a lot now and even able to speak and hold a conversation. She was clear headed and her injury was healing well, showing no sign of infection. The first time she was strong enough to, she had asked about you. When Garret attacked her, he had told her what he had done to you and although Osric had assured her that you were fine, you two were very alike. Neither one of you seemed to be able to rest while not being completely sure that the other one was fine. And since she was still too weak to leave her bed, she had to satisfy herself with recollections of the events. 

Every time that Kita saw Osric now, who was now guarding the Lady, he asked him how she was doing and was satisfied to see his friend smile at him and tell him with an almost euphoric tone about how Alysane was able to speak more that day or ate a few spoonfuls of soup all by herself. They were all small things but it was clear just how happy it made Osric, how invested he was in your friend’s recovery. Every small thing that she did made him beam at his friend and lit up his face like he was the sun itself. He truly was in love with her. 

Those recollections were all that Kita knew about Alysane but he would tell you about it every time, knowing that you were dying to hear any good news. Today, during breakfast, Osric had told him big news: Alysane was allowed to have visitors from now on - if she felt well enough that day! 

Knowing how desperate you were to see her, Kita accompanied Osric on his way to the Lady’s room after they had finished their breakfast. Kita decided that since Osric was going to go to her room anyway, he might as well go with him, see for himself how she was doing. She was probably just as excited to see you as you were and if he found out if she was doing well that day, your reunion would be made possible even sooner. 

Upon opening the door to her chamber, the two men were met with a surprise: Not only was Alysane awake, she was sitting up on her bed, a feat she had not been able to tackle on her own since her injury. 

The happiness due to her quick recovery was huge, as was the worry that she might be putting too much of a strain on herself and worsen her situation again by doing too much too fast. In all the chaos Kita had forgotten the time and was now hurrying to come back to you again. Though he hated being late, he was sure that you would not be angry with him, especially not when he would tell you the good news. He could already imagine the way your eyes would light up and the way your teeth would show themselves when you smiled up at him. The image of you so happy was something almost completely new to him. Ever since he had met you, you had been sad - so sad it made his heart hurt, too. 

And now, after the attack, you seemed to be even sadder than before. He had tried to tell you that everything would get better and he even found you looking out the window every now and then, seemingly looking for the beautiful things he had told you made him happier. But still, you weren't happy. Your mood seemed to worsen even more after Garret's execution - if that was even possible. But, Kita still found a way to make you smile, despite everything. Every time he told you about his talks to Osric and how well Alysane was recovering, you would smile up at him, giving him an expression he had rarely seen before. He wanted to see it every day now. 

And although he made an effort to tell you as many good news as possible and succeeded in making you smile quite often (considering the circumstances)  he still did not feel like you were any happier. The only time he saw you smile was when he talked about Alysane's recovery. He often felt like all you wanted to do was rest, but whenever you went to lie down, you just laid there and stared at the ceiling with the same exhausted expression you had before. Something else was weighing on you, something Kita didn't seem to be able to lift. At least not like this, not if you didn't tell him what it even was. Was it your mother's death? Was it Garret's attack on you? Was it worry for your friend? Was it something different? He did not know and neither did he dare to ask. It was clear that you were too tired, too exhausted to talk about it. Not to mention that it was not his place to ask. So if he couldn't help you figure out what was going on, he could at least make you feel better for a moment by telling you how well Alysane was doing. 

A small smile crept onto his face as he imagined how you would look at him, with wrinkles around your eyes and your teeth showing as your mouth widened into a smile. He loved how you looked in those moments. Even if you still looked exhausted, you always seemed to enjoy those conversations of yours. 

Quickly, he made his way to your chambers and relieved the knight on duty. He knocked on your door, hopefully hitting it just so that it wouldn't wake you if you were still resting, but still loud enough to be heard if you were indeed awake. 

“Come in,” you answered from inside. 

You were sitting at your table, a small breakfast in front of you. You were dressed in comfortable clothes, simple enough to lay down in comfortably, but still sensible enough to look presentable for potential visitors. Slowly but surely, you were returning to normalcy. The wound was still bandaged and Kita did not know what it looked like underneath now, but he calmed himself with the knowledge that you were gaining more and more strength every day. 

“Princess,” he bowed down before stepping further into your room. Was the smile still plastered on his face? 

“Sir Kita,” you looked back down at your plate with a shy smile. “I was actually just wondering when you would arrive,” you confessed in a small, soft voice that sounded like music to his ears, though he still felt a pang of guilt at making his princess wait. 

“I'm sorry I'm late princess, but I was visiting the Lady Alysane.” 

“Oh,” your face lit up as you faced him again. “Is she allowed to have visitors now?” Had you had more energy, you would have probably jumped from your seat. 

“Yes, princess,” Kita confirmed. “And she would be very happy to see you.” 

—

Your Point Of View 

Alysane's face was still covered in bandages, giving her just enough space to open one eye and her mouth to eat and speak. Still, she was sitting on her bed, asking you how you were feeling. 

“Alysane, you're insane!” You scolded her. “You nearly died and you're worrying about me!” 

“Didn't you do the same?” 

“Well..” You pouted, looking away from her. “My injury is not as bad as yours. I've been able to walk around and even go outside for a while now.” You looked back up at her. “How is your wound healing?” 

“Well,” she tried shifting on the bed, which was obviously quiet a feat for her. Gently, you took her arm and pushed a hand into her back to help her. Once she got into a comfortable position, she continued. “It is healing well but.. no matter how well it heals, it will leave me ugly and scarred.” 

“Alysane-” 

“No, y/n, it will! It is deep and huge. My whole face will be taken over by a huge scar. You might not think me ugly, but many other people will. There is no point in denying it.” She was serious and determined to bring her point across, even though she was already breathing harder from the exhaustion after she worked herself up so much. You did not expect her to be able to raise her voice like that. “I will have to write to my father,” she said, now quieter, sounding defeated. “I will not be able to make a good match. He will probably tell me to come home, too. He'll think that there is no point in me being here anymore. No man will want me now and I will just be a disgrace if everyone at court sees me with this huge scar.”

It pained you to hear that her own father might think of her this way and it hurt you to hear her speak of herself so lowly. “You are not a disgrace. And it does not matter if other men do not want you because the only man that truly matters does want you: Osric wants you.” 

Of course he did. You knew he did because recently, after your fever had been cured, while you were taking a stroll through the gardens with Kita (with permission from the physician, of course), you had encountered Osric, picking flowers. 

“Lady Alysane can't go outside, so I thought.. maybe I'd bring the outside to her,” he had said, a faint blush and a big smile on his face. He rambled on about how well she was recovering, how strong she was and how happy he was to see her alive and you were sure that he could have (and wanted to) go on for hours, but he excused himself because Alysane was waiting inside and he did not want to leave her for too long - even though you knew that another knight was guarding her when Osric wasn't there. He just did not want to leave her side. It was obvious that he was in love with her. At least to you it was. Alysane apparently did not think like you did. 

“You should have seen the way he looked at me after my bandages got changed,” she said. “He walked in while they were off and the wound was exposed. He immediately left the room to stand guard outside. He didn't come back in for almost the entire day and then, when he did, he barely even looked at me.” Alysane sniffled softly. “He thinks I'm disgusting.” 

There was no way in hell that he would ever think that. Just now, when you came to visit her, Osric had been sitting next to her bed, talking to her, a big smile plastered on his face. 

“Alysane, he very obviously enjoys spending time with you.”

“He's just being nice.” 

Grabbing her hand, you stared into her eyes so intensely you thought you might just pierce through her skull with just the intensity of it. “There is no man in this castle ho is more in love than Osric. You can believe me or not, but that is the truth. And if you keep running away from it, you will just hurt him and yourself. Do you really want that?” 

 Alysane shook her head. 

“Then you have to do something about it,” you said. “In a way, this scar might be a good thing for you.” 

Alysane just raised her one exposed eyebrow at you. 

“Well, if you cannot make a match with a rich Lord, I am sure that your father would not object to you being betrothed to an honorable royal knight, would he?” 

Your friend looked at you with an almost blank expression before the realization dawned on her. 

“You mean.. I could actually.. marry him?” Tears filled her eye and her voice was quivering. 

“Yes,” you said, rubbing her hand comfortingly. “I think you could. But, like I said: you have to do something about it. You can't let other people determine your fate for you all the time” 

She looked up at you. “But what could I possibly do? I'm a sick woman chained to her bed who can only talk for a little while. I'm already exhausted.” 

“Well..” You got up and let go of her hand. “I think you still have enough breath for a short conversation, don't you?” 

And with that, you took a few long steps and reached the door, pulling it open before Alysane could say anything else. 

“Sir Osric?” you questioned. “Lady Alysane wants to discuss something with you.” 

And with that, you gave Alysane another glance before leaving. Her face was pale, but her hands were gripping the bedsheets in determination. She was not looking at you, but at Osric, who was now slowly making his way into the room. She knew what she needed to do.

-> Next Chapter

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[loveephia]

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! some of the inarizaki boys seeing you in a . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . princess dress for their school festival's play. (atsumu, osamu, suna, and kita.)

⚠ warning/s: none.

ATSUMU MIYA

- you were in the dressing room getting ready while atsumu was pacing around outside

- HE REALLY WANTED TO SEE YOU

- the door FINALLY opened, and there you were

- atsumu literally gasped

- you were radiant

- "hey princess, you in need of a knight in shinin' armor?" he gives you his infamous smirk

- that's funny because he got the role of the knight

- "don't even start with me, 'tsumu." you reply

- during the entire play, he had to improvise most of his lines because they kept slipping out of his mind every time his eyes fell on you

- literally, no matter how many times he's looked at you, HE STILL FORGETS

OSAMU MIYA

- you look and felt just like an actual princess

- osamu also felt intimidated by your elegance LOL

- "y/n, is that really you?" he jokes, trying desperately to hide his disbelief

- you punch his side.

- unlike his twin, he wasn't cast in the play (because he didn't audition), so he was working on the backstage effects instead

- and it just so happens that he was in control of the lights

- so, you know, the spotlight was on YOU the entire play.

- EVEN WHEN YOU WEREN'T SPEAKING OR IF THERE WAS A SOLILOQUY GOING ON, HE WOULDN'T STOPPP

- he eventually got scolded by his schoolmates backstage for the unwanted favoritism, but hey, could you really blame him??

SUNA RINTARŌ

- when he saw you, he audibly said a cute & small "woah"

- he has candid pictures. a lot of them.

- even sets his favorite one as his background (it's of you looking flustered with a rose in one hand)

- "tarō, did you really have to take so many pictures?" you ask

- he only shrugs, "who knows when i'll be able to see you like this again."

- he doesn't know if it's just him or the lighting, but your eyes looked twice as sparkly than it did a while ago

- you were just glowing

KITA SHINSUKE

- of course, we can't forget the actual prince to the princess

- his reaction was the most low-key from all of the boys

- though his round cheeks were tinted a nice shade of red

- "..how do i look, shin?" you ask, worried

- and every single adjective had run through kita's mind like sonic on multiple power-ups

- he settles on, "ethereal." feeling breathless

- "you're on in a few minutes, you two." the backstage manager says, leaving you alone with kita

- kita raises your palm to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand, "let's go."

- man, if the makeup team had forgotten to add your blush, then they definitely wouldn't need to worry now

© lowercase intended | loveephia

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[tsukkiibaby]

voice;

feat: miya osamu

genre/warnings: sfw, fluff, royal!au (i'm trying here so don't judge), guard!osamu x princess!reader, one character looking down reader's dress

wc: 2900+

. ｡˚others may not be able to tell the difference between the miya twins, especially with their helmets on, but you can˚｡ .

~

osamu knows this is a bad idea. 

he’s at atsumu’s post, standing still at the top of steps that lead to the gardens looking straight ahead at them, atsumu himself on the other end of the lavish fields, the two watching intently for intruders, or anyone who could pose as a potential threat. if any of the palace’s staff were to walk by, they would barely spare osamu another glance - with his helmet on, no one can see his tufts of gray hair underneath, their only other determining physical feature being their eyes, and he’s sure that none of the staff would even be able to recognize the that difference between himself and his brother. 

except you.

currently out in the gardens with one of the princes from a neighboring kingdom, nohebi, he thinks, a grim expression painting your face from the moment your father whisked you towards the front entrance of the palace to greet him. osamu didn’t particularly like the smug smile plastered across the black-haired prince’s face as he exited his carriage, nor did he miss the way the man’s snake-like eyes stared down the top of your dress as you greeted him with a curtsy. from his position at the top of the steps to the palace, osamu could only watch in disgust as he sauntered by him and his twin to follow you and your parents into the palace.

while osamu still would have been able to see you from his original post that atsumu is occupying, his current spot on the outskirts of the palace gives him a higher, better view of you and the sly prince. he can see you clearly as you move throughout the gardens a few paces ahead of nohebi’s crown prince, gaining traction as you lead the man further towards osamu’s normal post. should things go wrong and someone spots them, he supposes he could just blame it on atsumu. they are twins, after all. and it was his idea, his brother jabbing at his bicep with his elbow as they watched you and the prince retreat towards the doors that led to the garden. “ya wanna take my spot on the steps?” he had whispered, leaning into his brother’s body. “might be a little easier for ya ta keep an eye on her.” 

but he knows you wouldn’t fall for the “atsumu started it!” excuse. they’ve been your guards since the age of 13, hand selected by your parents, the king and queen, to watch over you as you begin to age into your teens, wanting extra protection for their youngest daughter. their only princess.

you didn’t have any objections to it, not when both of your brothers had been assigned personal guards when they first reached double digits. you couldn’t imagine seeing your brothers without aran and kita a few paces behind them, their protective eyes always ensuring you were also safe within their line of sight. just as they protected your brothers, they protected you as you grew, right up until you reached the same age and were to be granted your own protection. enter the twins.

hailing from a small village in the vast kingdom of inarizaki, the same village that aran and kita grew up in, it seemed as though the twins were raised for the job from the second they arrived at the palace. you remember seeing them hang around with the two older boys from a young age, tirelessly training with the other guards and knights from sunrise to sunset; neither twin faltering under the intense pressure they were faced with. surely they never knew who or what they would be tasked with protecting until their assignment when they became of age, but the two were dedicated to their craft, hell bent on proving their worth to the royal family. luckily (and unbeknownst) for them, they proved their worth from the first time you saw them. 

“i hope i’m not assigned to guard the princess.” one boy groans.

someone else chuckles. “yeah, me and you both.”

from your hiding spot behind one of the many large columns lining the outskirts of the palace near the training grounds, you feel your heart drop, and you sink back to fully hide behind the massive beam. you try not to let the words of some silly guards - some silly boys, that is, bother you. it always seemed to be like this - no matter how many guards your family brings in to train as personal protection, they never seemed to have any interest in protecting you, instead choosing to help protect your brothers, parents, or simply going off to serve in the kingdom’s military. 

“why not?” another voice pipes up, his tone almost accusing? when you peer back around the column, you see one of the group of boys standing with his arms crossed, a stark contrast to the rest of them, scattered and sitting on the steps. though not facing you directly, you were able to catch a glimpse of his blonde hair before he stepped in front of one of his fellow guards in training. “ya don’t wanna be around the princess?”

another boy, sitting on the bottom step, huffs. “it’s not like she even needs the extra protection,” he laughs wryly. “at least the princes get to practice sparring and fighting! all she does is sit in the palace, attend her lessons, and play in the garden. it’s boring.” he puts emphasis on the word boring, almost spits it. 

gripping on to the ridges of the column, you push your head a bit further out to see more of the boys and their conversation, a scowl on your face. another stands quietly, moving to stand next to the blonde and mimics his actions, crossing his arms over his chest. he turns to face the the other boys who were sitting, cocking his head to the side. “it’d be an honor to protect the princess,” he says pointedly. “ya don’t know how lucky ya’d be.”

with a sharp turn, the boy begins to walk off, in your direction no less, ignoring the frantic shouts of what you assume must be his name. “samu!” the blonde boy calls, but it does him no good. the gray-haired boy ignores him, stalking past you without so much of a glance, his matching gray eyes staring straight ahead. the blonde, who looks eerily similar to the one he was calling after, comes running after him.

if only you knew that in just a few short hours, the two boys who came to your defense would soon be tasked with protecting you daily.

from his spot at the top of the steps, osamu can just quite make out the top of your head as you stroll through the gardens, a few paces ahead of the black-haired prince. no matter how quickly the man walks, he can’t seem to catch up to you, not when you spin around and speed up through the lush fields to evade his ever present hands reaching out to grasp your arm. though quite far away, osamu can see how frustrated prince daishou is getting, pausing briefly to take a deep breath before following after you. osamu chuckles to himself.

as you and the prince disappear further into the tall hedges, osamu hopes that at least atsumu or one of the other guards patrolling the lawn has an eye on you. these meetings tend to go the same way every time - your parents arrange for a prince, or duke, or nobleman from a neighboring territory to come to the palace and get to know you, to escort you through the gardens, and pitch themselves as to why they would make a suitable husband and possible future king. to secure some sort of political alliance. however it always ends with you giving your parents an indifferent smile and a shrug, much to their chagrin. too tall, talks too much, bad breath, it doesn’t matter. your excuses are endless.

osamu can’t wait to hear what you have to say about this one.

though tasked with ensuring your safety, the twins eventually found a way to weasel themselves into a more casual relationship with you. with atsumu’s overbearing and childish nature and osamu’s calm and collected one, you had almost no choice but to allow the informalities, finding yourself more and more lax in their presence. always quick to defend your status or position to outsiders, ready to help at the lift of a finger, and even popping their heads in and out of obligations that you dread, ready to whisk you away with a claim of someone important needing you, the princess, right away. and who are your guests to deny your excusal? you are the princess, after all. ever perceptive, the two seem to know exactly what you’re thinking at all times. 

almost always. 

osamu didn’t realize how much he must’ve been daydreaming. not until he feels a rush of air and the sounds of heels clicking down the marble floor of the palace invade his senses, snapping his attention back to the scene unfolding before him. his eyes fly into the palace to follow the sound of the heels, the back of your long, lavender dress swaying behind as you angrily stomp down the halls. 

“lady l/n!” 

prince suguru is quick, but osamu is quicker, stepping in front of the swift man to stop him from following after you. it’s not like you to rush out of something with no say, not without himself or his brother pulling something out of their asses. the prince sneers down at him, snake-like eyes narrowing at him. he moves to step around osamu, but he’s right there, blocking his path again. “will you get out of the way?” the prince spits.

osamu opens his mouth to speak, but atsumu is quick to beat him to it. “as the princess’s personal guards, i’m afraid we can’t do that,” he says from behind the prince, who scoffs at him. atsumu flashes them a sly grin, jutting his chin down the halls you had just passed through, eyes drifting to his twin. “you go find lady l/n and make sure she’s okay.”

the words are barely out of atsumu’s mouth before osamu is all but running down the hallway in the direction of your clicking heels, eyes darting around the palace quickly. it’s not long before he catches up with you, slowing to match your pace a few steps behind you and stands up straight, gently clearing his throat. “my lady-”

“i do not feel very well, my lord.” the words are rushed coming out of your mouth at the same time that osamu speaks, a stark contrast to your normal speech patterns, always so eloquent and concise. you stick your right hand out a bit behind you, not quite far enough to reach osamu, and your voice is shaky as you speak again. “i must ask that you allow me to retire to my room at once to rest.”

osamu’s steps quicken until he’s walking backwards in front of you, arms reaching out gently in your direction. “it is only me, princess,” he says, louder than before, letting out a soft breath when your steps slow until they stop completely. you glance up, allowing your eyes to meet for a brief moment before they dart back down to your shoes. 

“osamu,” you whisper, your eyes avoidant. you pause, your chest rising and falling at a faster rate than normal. “i need to rest.” 

you begin to walk again, passing him, and he lets you get a few steps down the hall before he’s turning and following you slowly. “i understand, my lady. but one of us must accompany you at all times.”

huffing, you glance over your shoulder with a slight pout as the two of you approach the door to your room. “at all times,” you mutter softly, before turning to the guard at your door with a blank smile. “i’m not feeling too well, so i must ask that you allow me some privacy while i rest.”

osamu smiles wryly at the guard as he passes, allowing you a few moments in your room before he steps inside. “is everything alright, my lady?” his gray eyes follow you as you pace around the room, fiddling with the decorative clip that pins up your hair. your back to him, you don’t turn, other hand reaching up to play with the strap of your day dress. he steps in further, shutting the wooden door behind him, and you whip to face him immediately, taking a tentative back. “princess, are you alright?” he repeats. “did something happen with prince suguru?”

your eyes meet his when he says the prince’s name, and osamu slowly reaches up to remove his helmet, not breaking eye contact. now given full view of his face, you glance down at your shaky hands. “one of us must accompany me at all times, huh?” you ask, repeating what you had said under your breath just outside your room. “why weren’t you at your normal post?”

he pauses, eyebrows furrowing. “what do you mean?”

you exhale through your nose, meeting his gaze once again. “my parents and the others may not be able to, but i can tell your voices apart,” you mumble, crossing your arms and looking back down at your feet. “that creep of a prince was looking down the top of my dress the whole day and the second he figured he was out of your sights he thought he’d try to stick a hand down it.” your voice increases as you speak, throwing your arms out at the end. “and when i loudly asked him to step back, it wasn’t your voice that called out to me asking if i needed assistance, it was atsumu’s.” 

osamu is frozen in front of you. sure, his normal post is stationed at the first fork in the gardens, much closer to you in proximity than atsumu’s, but he was sure that the higher ground of his twin’s post gave him a better way to keep an eye on you as you moved further into the gardens. now, he feels like a fool for going through with such a silly thought.

“i was only trying to have a clearer view on you, princess,” osamu takes a hesitant step closer to you, and another when you do not flinch or back away. with a deep breath, he continues. “i’d like to think i have better eyesight than my brother.” falling back to sit on the chaise situated at the foot of your bed, you exhale sharply through your nose, and osamu can’t tell if it’s to express amusement or distaste. though, with the way you’re still avoiding his watchful eye is having him lean towards the latter. he takes another step forward, then another, until he’s but a large stride away from your seated figure. “can i ask why you were so disheartened to hear atsumu’s voice instead of mine, princess?” he asks, not missing the way your fingers, currently lightly rubbing at your temples, freeze in their actions. “surely, he is just as capable of protecting you.”

your hands find refuge in your lap, fingers fiddling with each other as you straighten your posture. “o-of course he is.” you rebuke, turning your head slightly so that you’re staring out the window. “i was simply asking a question. you’re lucky no one noticed that you two were at different posts. you both could have gotten into trouble.”

osamu chuckles softly, taking another step towards you, finally drawing your attention back to him. your lips part slightly as you slowly glance up at him, and the corners of osamu’s perk up at the sight of your soft gaze. “well, it’s just like you said princess,” he coos, and your eyebrows furrow, cocking your head to the side. “you’re the only one who can tell us apart by just our voices.” osamu’s voice drops as the words leave his lips, stepping back towards the door as your eyes shoot back towards him.

your mouth drops fully open as if to speak, but no words come out. osamu can’t help but feel warm at the sight of your reddening cheeks, struggling to find the words “w-well, of course i c-can!” you sputter. “i’ve known you both for years! i, um, didn’t want you to get into trouble with anyone.”

the warmth in his chest spreads, and osamu hums softly to himself. “i appreciate the concern, my lady. allow me to go find atsumu and ensure that prince suguru is dealt with accordingly.” you nod quickly, eyes trained on your hands in your lap. “you should rest, princess.” you nod, but make no effort to move. “i will return once he is dealt with.”

and after personally escorting prince daishou suguru of nohebi to his carriage with atsumu, osamu does return, only to find you asleep in the same lavender dress, hair sprawled across the array of decorative pillows that you hadn’t even bothered to move before making yourself comfortable on top of your fully made bed. osamu chuckles to himself, gently pulling at the blanket that sits at the end of your bed, far enough away from your feet that it lays untouched. he drapes it over your sleeping figure, ensuring that your arms, legs, and feet are covered before a soft smile spreads across his face. hesitantly, his fingers reach out towards your face, slowly brushing away a piece of hair splayed across your cheek, breath catching in his throat when you let out a soft whine. however, you don’t move, nor do you say anything, your chest continuing to rise and fall with your even breaths, and osamu lets out a sigh of relief, a smile poking at his lips. 

“sleep well, princess.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu fluff #miya osamu fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #osamu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

[epilary]

after school activities w/ inarizaki | headcanons

masterlist | requests are open

shinsuke kita

- he tends to spend time at home after practice - he would join another club but doesn’t have the time - between volleyball and helping his grandma - so to get in some time with you.. you’ll walk home together - you’ll go to your club and then the two of you will head out - sometimes grabbing a snack on the way - he’ll have hand sanitizer so that you won’t get sick - usually you’ll take some of his food - which he finds unsanitary (not that he’d say that to you though) - for both of you it’s a short walk - but it gives you a chance to catch up - ‘thanks for walking me home, see you tomorrow’ [you] - ‘yeah.. see you tomorrow’ [kita]

aran ojiro

- dude is pretty focused on his academics outside of volleyball - so you’ll spend your time together in a library - working on homework or studying for a test - he likes to share his earbuds with you - but then you’ll fight over what type of music to play - ‘we’re not playing mitski while studying for math’ [aran] - ‘well we’re not playing imagine dragons’ [you] - you’ll settle with lofi and just chat - you become a terrible influence on him - making him study separately as well…

atsumu miya

- the only way you get him to do anything is by passing a volleyball - ‘tsumu we’re not passing it while walking to the store’ [you] - but somehow he always convinced you - even if you’re trying to study you’ll just kick it back to him - cause it’s his passion - even if some of it is rooted in ego and fame - so you indulge him occasionally - ‘what’s the square root of 256? atsumu? miya?!’ [you] - ‘what- oh sorry, trying to get my spike down pat’ [atsumu] 

rintarō suna

- ‘rin…’ [you] - ‘y/n.. i see your pawn and take it with my knight’ [suna] - you two try to play a board game almost every night - after practice you’ll meet up with some two player game you can find - even if he’s not the biggest fan, he knows you like it - so he’ll take the time to learn - and he’ll be so ridiculously good at it - like no training at all and he’s acing it - suna is also really humble about it - he can jab at the twins but he can’t do it to you

osamu miya

- he takes a cooking class!! - he doesn’t tell anyone else - but he joined a cooking class that he drags you to every other day - and it’s so clear that he loves it - cooking is his element - of course he’s good at volleyball - but his seared salmon dish?? delicious - it’s something that he likes to share wholeheartedly with you - and no one else - ‘so it’s half a cup right?’ [you] - ‘yeah, let me grab the measuring cup for you’ [osamu] - sweetest guy in the kitchen - and he likes sharing that with you

#inarizaki #aran ojiro #shinsuke kita #osamu miya #atsumu miya #suna rintarō #suna rintaro #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #headcanons #headcanon #x gn!reader

[elluia]

Choose Your Legends 8 ended with lots of surprises, and it's time to celebrate!

I've seen concerning amounts of salt and bashing on the games involved or not, so this will be a positive post! I'm tired of the fandom's dumb takes and toxicity so let's praise everyone for the amazing scores and stories that unfolded during this vote!

First let's start with the link to all the official CYL art since Year 1 of FEH, enjoy the trip down memory lane!

https://fire-emblem-heroes.com/fr/sp/illustrations/

(I nabbed that chibi Soren right away, bless Kita Senri)

CYL 8 Male winners:

🥇1: Alfonse | A beautifully deserved win for our well-written OC lord who keeps the story of Heroes entertaining with his crazy one-liners and unhinged plans, with more tender moments with his family and friends to soften him. I hope we get to see him grown-up like Legendary Veronica.

🥈2: Felix | I love seeing non-lord characters emerge from the voting. His voters have shown their supports 4 years in a row and it paid off! Especially nice win because Felix has been shafted by IS with a silly seasonal and an ok god-sword pre-TS unit.

CYL 8 Female winners:

🥇1: Bernadetta | Just like Felix, her voters lost to circumstances (aka the surprise Gullveig sweep), so I'm glad for them! Plus her post-TS personality should force the writers to tone down the moe nervous trait that flanderizes her character.

🥈2: Female Robin | She's finally free to be in the common summoning pool as herself, not Grima! She has too few alts to her name, and she marks the first time both genders of an avatar have won CYL, so good job!

About the Engage non-sweep, don't get disheartened! The votes for Engage were equal to Three Houses, but they were split between A LOT of fan favourites for both genders, while the FE3H fans rallied one last time for 1 male and 1 female representation, without competition from their lords. It's a respectable result, and the bashing on Engage is disingenuous and undeserved.

I've seen the top 5 from each game and I'm happy to see Finn up there for Thracia and Mae for Echoes. I hope to see Linoan soon, and other alts for Berkut and Rinea. People rallied for Athos to get in the game already, for Lloyd to have new art, for Seth and Titania to get the stats they deserve...

Fan favourites like Lyon or the Black Knight still score high. Azura received love. Even Elincia who's already been very lucky in 2023 got in the top for PoR and RD! I love to see people rally for a Sentinel Nephenee too.

We continue to see Leo and Takumi side by side, chilling in the male top 20 like BFFs. It's adorable.

This CYL8 follows in the steps of CYL7 with no main lords, only favourites and avatars.

Next year I hope to see Jugdral and Elyos win, but for now I'm happy with the 4 we have 🥰

#feh #fe heroes #cyl8 #positivity #fire emblem #The salt I see for top 20 characters is pathetic #It's fine if Engage doesn't win year 1 guys... #But the Engage/Three Houses bashing needs to stop #Be happy for the Felix and Bernie fans who are finally free #Fucking be nice to each other we're all nerds here

[lunaevangeline]

to devote

{knight!Kita Shinsuke x princess!reader} (sequel)

Written for Laura @ohtokki ♡

Summary: for him, to be with you is a prohibition, but he's determined enough to cross the line (cw: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, breeding, mention of blood and alcohol)

Never in your life have you seen Kita Shinsuke in this state. He tried to keep his stoic facade, his lips pursed tightly to keep the words from falling.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. You see in your beloved's eyes his heart falls to the ground, breaking apart slowly. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes blinking frequently to avoid mourning.

He gulped in disbelief, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"As I said before."

"I-"

You sweep your gaze across the hall, making sure no one is watching over you.

"I'm going to get married soon. The King, His Majesty, has given His words."

You pause, biting the inside of your lower lips.

"We should end this-"

Your eyes are burning but with all your might, you try to look into your lover's eyes with all determination left in the corner of your heart. This should be the right time to break your secret relationship with the knight commander.

Your heart aches. Your feet are cuffed by the heavy weight of the crown, a price you have to pay as a part of royals. You live a sumptuous life, get the best education and all the magnificent gems, but your circle and social life are merely a political party.

Kita Shinsuke, the commander of the royal knights, never broke the rules once. Always chivalrous and honorable, with gallant manners and speech. Firm as a rock but kind as a dove, virtue shown in his actions. His comrades were loyal to him as he served the kingdom.

Kita is your father's favorite. He appointed him to be your personal guardian for some important ceremonial events, where you got closer to each other for the first time. Not only for his notable skill across the country. He had shown his loyalty during the revolt.

Cold eyes pierced the remains of his opponents, his hands and sword were stained with someone else's blood. The entire kingdom spoke of a ruthless knight commander, with fox eyes that would frighten every member of the forest. The rumor has it, never been a witness on how they turned warm to his closest one, and tender, especially to you.

It must be a major sin for you, the princess of the kingdom, His Majesty's one and only precious daughter, to grow such emotions in him, to intoxicate him with a strange infatuation. He had tasted alcohol all over the country but was never drunk. It wasn't like your smile that made him falter, not like your voice which melodiously and politely asked him.

You bear a forbidden fruit, the moment you caressed his face and innocently planted a kiss on his cheek when he was kneeling before you to devote his life unto you. When instead of taking his sword and ordaining the sacrament, you asked him to stand up and said you wanted to claim his heart with the sweetest smile poured like honey.

His heart and life have been bestowed on you. A respectful kiss on the back of your hand turned into a passionate kiss on your untouched lips under the moonlight. His hands rested casually on your side during the rendezvous on a starry night with his lips ghosted over your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "May I?" was all the words that you remembered clearly, resonated before they became hazy and you lost in the night.

Kita was the one who always been courteous, asking for your consent before he touched you. With eyes darkened and lingered a little too long beyond your eyes. He gestured whether it was okay to untie your corset, for his lips to explore your mounds, or to fill your inside with his secretion.

But you always burned for his touch, wanting him to call you by your name, instead of addressing Your Highness. The moment 'Shin' escaped from your mouth was when he knew he would do anything for you to call his name all over again, both in the softest or in the most sinful tone. You have him wrapped around your fingers.

That night you let all your emotions free. Kita benevolently helped you to undo the corset, unraveling the layers before sliding down your undergarments. He was in awe the moment you shied away with your hand trying to cover your intimate part as much as you can. He whispered with the softest mellifluous voice, telling you're the most beautiful girl in this land.

You eased, encouraging him by tugging his silver black hair when his lips were on your mounds, nipping your sensitive buds. Your mind was on cloud nine, with his fingers sliding into your fold. Your downside was drenched already by the stimulation. You muffled your whimper with the satin-covered pillow, whispering your secret about how much you love the man before you.

Your name slipped out his mouth the moment he thrust into you. Brown eyes locked with yours, his heavy breath tickled your skin when he nestled his head on your clavicle. The man became undone and vulnerable under your touch. You traced his toned torso and reached up to leave featherlight kisses on his scar, letting him know he was just as beautiful. Making love to him was fireworks of emotions.

You gasped the moment he pushed his full length unto you, kissing your cervix deliciously. The view of you stammering and chanting his name repetitively was heavenly. He stifled your cries with a kiss on your velvety lips. He went feral, aiming for the part that sent you to see the stars. His low moans and grunts dissipated into the cold night air. The thrust became slower and deeper before the knot within you untangled.

Oh, how glorious it is to see you in such a state under the chandelier. The king would certainly execute him right away if he discovered, with his head hanging at the entrance of the palace - the very idea caused him to shudder. But your sweetness was too dreamy that his mind went blank. He can't think anything more than to let you cum all over again and fills you up, his stamina was more than enough to rail you the entire night. He soothes your figure, reassuringly tracing your spine and kissing you goodnight. You were sleeping soundly in his arm before he left the room.

What if your father found out? You questioned. The night of passion left you both with fluttery feelings and fear. As much as you longed for him there would never be a chance for you to obtain his blessings. The knight won't get the right to marry the princess.

You know beyond his reserved facade, Kita really loves his job. If someone learned about your secret relationship, he will be despised. Not only expelled from his rank but he will also be banished from the kingdom. He might be accused of seducing the princess.

"May I have your assurance that you will be happy, Your Highness?"

He asks with concern. Even if it crushes him, he'll let you be as your happiness is his priority.

You avoid his soft gaze with teary eyes, clenching your fist.

"I have to-," your voice croaked, not really answering the question. 'I want to be with you' is what the heart really whispers.

He takes your cold hand delicately, brushing his lips against your knuckle. Kneeling before you, he still held your hand with grace.

"I would do anything for you. All my lines and rules. They mean nothing when it comes to you. It’d cross and break them all just to make you happy."

Kita is a man of his word and he never failed to show his devotion.

Your happiness is being with him, on how your eyes gleam in his sight. When you talk about mundane things like the sound of the bird in the morning or share the part of the poet you really love. Or when you trace an imaginary line across the stars telling him about the asterism. He will protect them at all costs.

You see the determination in his eyes.

"I fear not of anything. Say again, would you stay in this royal palace or run away with me, my love?"

(masterlist.)

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyu x reader #hq x y/n #hq imagines #hq drabbles #hq kita #haikyuu kita #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita headcanons #kita scenarios #kita x y/n #kita x you #kita smut #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x y/n

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER EIGHT - AVATAR OF MAYARI, PROTECTOR OF THE NIGHT.

As you stepped into the threshold of your manor house, the chill of the evening air clung to your skin. The soft glow of lamplight greeted you, casting warm shadows across the hallway. You cannot help but let out a huge smile on your face, still on high from the wonderful dinner night you’ve spent with Steven Grant. He was a very easy pick from the pool of candidates you’ve had for the tour guide position, and you look forward to letting him know that he will start working with you from next week.

“Good evening, Lady Carter”, Bill greeted you at the doorway, taking the liberty of taking your coat. “How is your evening?”

“It went pretty well, Bill”, you smiled serenely before your phone suddenly chimed from your bag. You got it and slid the lock screen open, immediately reading the text message you’ve received from an unknown number as it lit up your screen. 

Hey, Marc Spector here. I’m really sorry to do this, but something urgent came up for me and Steven tomorrow. Rain check on our coffee lunch?

You frowned, your heart sinking as you read the text. But you did not allow that feeling to consume you, trying to focus on the fact that it might be a real, personal emergency that he needed to attend to. Your thumbs moved deftly over the screen as you tapped out a reply, the disappointment hiding behind your understanding words.

Of course, Marc, I hope it’s nothing too serious. We can definitely reschedule, just let me know. It's no problem at all.

You tossed your phone back to your bag and sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment. But before you have the chance to dwell on it further, a familiar voice echoed in your head, a gentle, ethereal whisper that pulled you from your thoughts.

"Mira, aking tapat na lingkod" the echo of a haunting voice reverberated in your mind - the voice of your patron goddess, Mayari. “Sinasamo kita”

Mira, my faithful servant. I summon you.

“Bill”, you called, prompting your trusted companion to stand at attention. “I’m being summoned by my patron goddess. Please advise the staff and tell them I am not to be disturbed at the third floor”

“As you wish, Lady Carter”, Bill nodded, well-aware of your nightly duties as the avatar of Mayari. He knew the drill well and would ensure your privacy while you attended to your divine obligations.

With a sense of duty and curiosity, you excused yourself from the entryway and made your way up the staircase, your steps echoing through the dimly lit corridor. The study awaited on the third floor of your grand ancestral home, with its balcony overlooking the moonlit garden. You pushed open the ornate wooden door, entering the room as your surroundings were bathed in a soft, silvery light.

The room itself is a repository of ancient knowledge, lined with shelves filled with dusty tomes, relics, and artifacts from generations long past. It serves as your tranquil sanctum, a harmonious bridge between the ancient traditions of Filipino indigenous spirituality and contemporary living. In one corner, an altar stands adorned with images and statues of your ancestral spirits and indigenous deities, where flickering candles and offerings of fruits and incense create a tangible link to the spiritual realm. Throughout the room, an array of healing tools, from crystals to rattles, bear witness to your transformative practices. 

With a deep breath, you close your eyes and summon your powers. A warm, soothing energy envelops you, as if the very essence of the moonlight seeps into your being. You can feel the presence of Mayari, the ancient moon goddess who has chosen you as her vessel. It's a connection that transcends time and space, and you revel in the privilege of being her earthly conduit.

You open your eyes, and the transformation begins. Your ordinary attire fades away, replaced by the ceremonial robes of your past life as a punong babaylan (head priestess). Intricate patterns of maroon and silver thread adorn the black fabric, glinting like stars in the night sky. A headdress of woven fabric and moonstone crowns your head, a symbol of your divine lineage.

Kneeling on the floor, you turn your gaze toward the balcony as you await her arrival, the night air cool against your skin. You can hear the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets, all harmonizing with the symphony of the universe. It's a moment of profound tranquility, a connection between the mortal and the divine.

“Diwatang Mayari”, you begin to utter the sacred words, the incantation passed down through generations. “Tinatanggap ko ang iyong pagsamo bilang isang tapat na lingkod”

Goddess Mayari, I accept your summons as your faithful servant.

And then, as if the heavens themselves have heard your call, Mayari descends from her celestial abode. She appears as a luminous figure bathed in silvery light, her presence filling the room with an otherworldly grace. Both her blind and good eyes, like twin moons, fixate upon you with a mixture of wisdom and compassion.

"Mira, aking anak" she says, her voice like a gentle breeze, "Tumindig ka at magbigay galang”

Mira, my child. Rise and pay your respects.

With great reverence, you stand before the moon goddess, the weight of your role as her avatar sinking in as you lower yourself in a deep bow. 

"Ikinagagalak ko ang iyong pagparito, Mayari”, you say, your words imbued with sincerity. "Anong maipaglilingkod ko sa inyo, aking diwata?"

I am humbled by your presence, Mayari. How may I be of service to you, my patron goddess?

Mayari's gaze softens, and she gestures for you to rise. "Isang mortal ang nangangailangan ng iyong pagtatanggol. Siya ay minsan mo nang natulungan sa isang dayuhang lupain, at ngayo’y muli niyang kakailanganin ang iyong tulong”

There’s a mortal who needs your protection. You’ve helped her once in a foreign land, and now, she requires your aid once more.

Your heart quickens as you absorb her words. "Nasaan siya, Mayari?"

Where is she, Mayari?

“Nakikita ng aking balintataw na siya’y nasa isang madilim na kalye sa parte ng Tondo”, the goddess's radiant form seems to shimmer as if she's peering into the threads of fate. “May mga masasamang loob na nagnanais wakasan ang kanyang buhay”

I see in my divine eye that she’s in the dark streets of Tondo, pursued by nefarious beings who seek to end her life.

“Paroroon ako ngayon din”, you spoke next, actively tracing her location through the protection spell you’ve placed, which has now been activated.

I will be there right away.

You summoned a portal with your moon magic, and it opened before you like a rip in reality. Stepping through, you found yourself in the dimly lit alleyways of Tondo, where the witness was cornered by her pursuers. 

As you arrived at the scene, the air was thick with tension, and the flickering street lights cast eerie shadows on the narrow alleyway. Your heart pounded in your chest as you surveyed the situation. The witness, a young woman, cowered against the graffiti-covered brick wall, her eyes wide with fear. The assailants, three menacing figures clad in dark attire, closed in on her.

You took a deep breath and focused your energy, tapping into the ancient power that flowed through your veins. Moonlight bathed the scene, and you began to weave your moon magic. With a wave of your hand, you exerted your will upon the assailants, seizing control of their bodies. Their movements became sluggish, as if they were fighting against an invisible force. They soon stumbled and fell, their weapons clattering to the ground.

Summoning your own ceremonial suit of armor, you adorned yourself in the traditional garments of an ancient warrior from your own time. Your white and gold baro and tapis magically wrapped around your body, while the baluti (metallic breastplate scale armor) started to materialize and clung to your form. Your hand woven headpiece cloth was secured around the base of your head, and your ebony hair streaked with white blonde highlights was meticulously arranged in a low bun. 

With your dual yantok (escrima sticks) held firmly in both hands, you approached the witness's assailants, your heart pounding with the adrenaline of battle. Moon magic flowed freely from your weapons through the intricate carvings on its surface, infusing your strikes with a celestial power. Still under the influence of your moon magic, the assailants moved awkwardly, their bodies betraying them. You moved with grace and precision, your training in the ancient martial art of arnis evident as your weapon sliced through the air and striked with lethal accuracy.

The first assailant lunged at you, but you effortlessly sidestepped their attack, delivering a swift blow to their chest. The assailant crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as the moon's magic flowed freely from your weapon. The other two assailants, realizing they were facing a formidable adversary, tried to regroup and attack simultaneously. They came at you from both sides, their movements still sluggish under your control. With lightning-fast reflexes, you parried their strikes and deflected their blows. You countered with a flurry of strikes, hitting them with calculated precision. One of them stumbled back, clutching their arm in pain while the other collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand the relentless assault. The moon's magic surged through you, infusing your every move with strength and power.

Finally, the alley was silent, save for the ragged breaths of the fallen assailants as they were knocked out. You turned to the frightened young woman, who gazed at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude. She recognized you as the interpreter that assisted her in your previous assignment.

“Sino ka? Paano mo nagawa iyon?” her voice trembled as she asked.

Who are you? How did you do that?

You offered a reassuring smile and spoke with a calm, soothing tone. "Ako ay sinugo ni Mayari, ang diwata ng buwan," you replied. "Narito ako upang protektahan ka"

I am an avatar of Mayari, the goddess of the moon. I am here to protect you.

The young woman's fear began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of relief. "Maraming salamat," she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Pero papaano sila? Masusundan ba nila ako ulit?"

Thank you. But what about them? Will they come after me again?

You considered her question carefully, knowing that your actions had consequences. "Hindi," you said firmly, your voice filled with conviction. "Hindi ka na nila muling masusundan."

No. They will not come after you again.

Her eyes held a glimmer of hope, but there was a lingering concern. "Matatandaan ba nila ang mga nangyari ngayong gabi? Matatandaan ba nila ako?"

Will they remember what happened tonight? Will they remember me?

You gazed down at the unconscious assailants, your brow furrowing in concentration. With a wave of your hand, you extended your moon magic to erase their memories of the night's events. Their unconscious minds were wiped clean, and any knowledge of the witness and their sinister intent was gone.

"Wala silang matatandaan," you assured her. "Ligtas mula sa kanilang mga kamay ang iyong katauhan at ang mga naganap ngayong gabi"

They will remember nothing. Your identity and the events of tonight are safe.

The young woman nodded, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "Maraming salamat muli. Hindi ko na alam ang mangyayari sa akin kung hindi ka dumating."

Thank you, again. I don't know what I would have done without you.

You offered her a reassuring smile before turning back and starting to walk away. Before you could take your leave, the young woman's curiosity got the better of her. "Sandali, makakalimutan ko din bang nakita kita?"

Wait, will I forget seeing you too?

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much to reveal. Protecting your identity was paramount, but a sense of trust had been established. "Patnubayan mo ang guhit ng kanyang kapalaran, aking diwatang Mayari." you replied cryptically, leaving her with the same parting words as your last.

Guide the lines of her fate, my goddess Mayari.

END OF CHAPTER EIGHT.

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#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #mcu moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight #marc x avatar f!reader #steven x avatar f!reader #jake x avatar f!reader #moon knight x avatar f!reader #moon knight system #philippine mythology #philippines #ancient egypt #egyptian mythology #mayari #khonshu #anubis #layla el faouly

[suguwu]

minors and ageless blogs dni i am an 18+ blog

been thinking a lot about knight kita and how his stark, unfailing sense of duty sways for the first time when he's assigned to the queen's favorite (but troublesome) lady-in-waiting—you.

fem reader, knight au, forbidden romance, fluff

It’s almost May Day.

You’ve been bubbling about it for weeks, now, chattering to your fellow ladies with a pleased smile that rivals the sun’s golden glow. You croon to the seamstress about the abundant bouquets, how the flowers spill across the stands like a waterfall, vivid streams of delicate petals quivering in the wind. She laughs, your seamstress, delighted by your joy, and coaxes more from you, until you’re shining under her attention as you tell her about each little flower the queen has ordered.

Kita listens carefully.

He takes in the rise and fall of your voice, a melody he knows by heart. He sees the way your smile gentles when you whisper to the seamstress about peonies the size of your hand, their petals ruffled like the hems of a courtier’s dress, beautiful ripples of delicacy.

(They’re expensive, he discovers, raising a brow at the price the flower seller names, but he hands over the coin without thought. He squirrels them away in his quarters, a shock of pink against his own belongings.

This time, he might even give them to you.)

Then you disappear the day before the festival.

Kita isn’t particularly surprised—honestly, he should have known. You’re a strategist at heart, and there’s nothing easier than fading into the bustling tide of servants and courtiers alike. And apparently, he is more distracted than he knew, to not even see you slip away as he usually does.

It is his duty to fetch you, though he knows it will make his stomach twist to see the way your face falls when you catch sight of him. It’s an expression he never wants to see, much less because of him. But he cannot abandon his duty.

He cannot risk your safety.

The courtyard by the gate is teeming with bodies, a veritable ocean of humanity. Kita stands back in the stone archway, his amber eyes roving the crowd.

He doesn’t find you on his first look, though he catches Atsumu’s eye from where the knight is chattering at a pretty lady-in-waiting. The blond shrinks under Kita’s gaze. Still, Atsumu lingers a moment more, surreptitiously tucking a strand of hair behind the lady’s ear.

It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, but Kita supposes he can hardly scold him.

He returns his attention to the crowd, ignoring any bright flashes of color marking a courtier’s dress. You’ll be dressed like a servant, he knows, and in a different outfit than last time. You’d started changing them each time after he caught you before you’d left the castle gates for the third time. He’s never been able to find where you stash them. He’d find it annoying, but there’s little room for anything aside from a gentle admiration of your clever ways.

Movement catches his eye.

Kita steps into the crowd, weaving delicately through it, light on his feet despite his intense focus. It’s hawk-like, you’d told him once, the way he fixates on what needs to be done and does not err from his course.

He catches you just before you break free of the crowd.

You gasp as he pulls you to a stop. He keeps his grip on your elbow gentle but firm, guiding you to the side of the crowd to shield you from any prying eyes.

“My lady,” he says. “You’re not meant to leave the castle grounds.”

You pout.

“Sir knight,” you say. “Am I not meant to have any joy, either? Please, I just want to go to market.”

“You know I cannot let you, my lady.”

You sigh. “I would commend you on your sense of duty,” you say, “if it weren’t such an annoyance to me. I suppose you’re above bribery, as always?”

“Yes.”

You grumble, but allow him to lead you back towards your quarters. He takes the back ways, unwilling to subject you to more gossip. He wants to apologize, but it is his duty, and besides, he will not apologize for keeping you safe.

You’re almost halfway to your quarters when you break your sullen silence.

“How did you know it was me?” you ask.

“I would know you anywhere.”

It isn’t until you halt, whirling towards him with an expression he can’t quite name, that he realizes exactly what his words sound like. He hadn’t even tasted the confession when it was on his tongue.

You gaze at him with that look of yours. He sees it often, and it reminds him of the ancient languages, something only half-understood, familiar and foreign in the same breath. A language he thinks he understands better now, in this moment.

Your eyes are glossy under the torch light. He’s not sure you realize you’re leaning into him, like a flower turning into the sun.

“Truly?” you ask, breathless.

It’s the most fragile he’s ever heard you.

Kita brazenly leans forward and presses his forehead against yours, hearing your breath catch.

“Truly.”

#bee writes hq!! #kita x reader #.kita #idk i just think he's neat

[aerotunee]

HOW DATING THEM WOULD BE LIKE

hq ; sakusa kiyoomi, kita shinsuke, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu

part 2 here!

his sight never deceits him, and as denial struck him, the way his heart beats from staring into your eyes always proves sakusa wrong.

with how his clothes seems a tad softer when you're the one who wears it, letting you to show off around his teammates. how they will call you "the one" for him because they swore they get to see him soften around more once he is with you.

he likes to be very close to you, with all those quiet, little words he spoke to you, leaning very close to your ear, not wanting anyone but you to listen to his wishes.

your fingers playfully curl around his soft hair while he holds you close, his gaze is nothing but affection whenever it looks at you.

others may say that you put him under a spell, but it's always just that kiyoomi yearns to have a partner to wake up to. to have a partner who can make his house feel a lot more like home. to have a partner he can have a laugh with.

for that, his heart is all yours to keep.

"just how more perfect kita can be?" is what other people ask about him, but the second you decide to stick around, you realize how wrong they are.

because behind all the mr. perfect act lies a fragile, soft heart, showing sweet, loving affection that are bound for you to see.

how he brew your tea or coffee to cheer you up on your bad days. how soft his hands rub around your shoulders and/or back to soothe you. how the stern, yet soothe voice, and heart warming words of his fall to your senses.

his grandma greets you with open arms as if you're family, and tells you the many rants Shinsuke went on and on about how lovely you are.

and that, he'll always be able to proudly call you his partner, especially to his families. he'll keep a secret album to put every cherished milestones in your relationship. he listens to you, relishing your relationship with joy, a refreshing breath of air filled within your lungs.

"he can't be more perfect than how he already is" you answer for yourself,

"and I can't be more than happy to be with you, my dear..."

iwaizumi is a men who knows how to keep his act and words cool.

it shows with how he took long measures to keep promises with you. it shows with how strong his hold on you, as to never let harm get its way to you. it shows with how he keep on smiling for you, even if he had a bad day.

you are his prized possession, with the way he looks at you softly despite his rough features, with the way he sways your hips into little dancing session and got carried away into each other's presence, he treats you as fragile diamond, something that is worth everything he got.

you are the royalty, and he is your knight. laying your burdens on him, and he'll be right there, gripping on you tight to let you remember someone that you will have for however and whatever you wish — him.

you know what they say, "never judge a book by its cover," so don't just look at how intimidating his eyes are, don't just look at his resting poker face that can scare even the delinquents of people, because his soft spot can only be triggered by you.

brows immediately lifted up, crinkles loosen up, and frown turned upside down, he ruffles your crown head with a cute grin, "hey babe, got any place in mind for our date today?"

osamu finds the sweet delicates of life with you.

he finds your smile as enticing as ever as you munch on his cookings. He finds his arms always sliding on your back or waist with his hand pulling you closer to him. He finds his day gets a little bit brighter when he hears the bell to his shop only to found you coming to him.

being with him never bores you, and you could never bore him, even when you two just quietly cooking for dinner together, even when you watch the same series on tv all over again, being in each other's presence is already enough for him.

he likes having you to dinner with his family, atsumu teases the life out of you both for being "not lovey dovey enough" but that's just because he hasn't seen the way you made osamu melt in a second.

he likes being able to hold you, especially in his sleep, because good dreams always came from a good feeling, and he got those feelings when he's with you.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq fluff #hq drabbles #hq #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #kita x reader #kita shinsuke #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #osamu x reader #miya osamu #[💿—tuning in]

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The White Knight - Chapter Six

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: Your father wants to protect you, no matter at what cost. But what does that mean for your future? Can you still be with the man that you love if your father has different plans for you?

Words: 3,521

Warnings: talks of arranged marriage, wound treatment (not graphic, mentioned), angst, talks of death

Your Point Of View 

The needle pushing into your skin stung, no matter how many times it happened. The royal physician rushed to your room as soon as he heard what had happened. The news of what had happened to you had spread throughout the castle like a forest fire after a maid walked past your room and was alarmed by Kita shouting for her to get help. 

Your knight had not moved from where he kneeled by your bedside. When the physician came to deal with your wound, he only shuffled a bit to the side to give the other man some room to work. But he did not leave. Just like he promised. Maybe he wanted to leave, to find the man who had done this to you, but you held onto his hand so desperately that there was no room for any questions: You needed him here, with you. So he stayed. 

Other knights had already been sent out to capture Garret anyway, so Kita could best serve you by helping you stay calm during the painful treatment of the wound. It was hard to stay still when every time the skin on your collarbone was touched, when even the air that brushed against it seemed to burn. But that wasn't what you focused on. You focused on the hand that was holding yours, on the only touch that you would ever need in your whole life. Had anyone else's touch ever felt this good? You could not remember. It was like his hands were the ones you had been longing, waiting for your whole life. Nothing else mattered. Not even the pain, not the fears. They all vanished the moment you closed your eyes and focused on the man beside you, on his breathing, on his skin on yours. There was no other feeling that mattered but the love you had for him. Even if he didn't feel the same way. Even if it could never be. At least you could love him now, you could bask in his presence now. And you would continue to do so for as long as you could. You hoped it would be a long time.

The door to your room was shut again, but not locked. Under normal circumstances, Kita would have left the room as to not disturb the work of the physician,  but now, you had insisted he stayed. After all, you didn't know who to trust anymore. No one argued with you about that. Your safety was the most important thing right now, anyway. If they thought that him holding your hand was improper, they did not mention it. At first, Kita had tried to pull his hand away from you, but you held onto him firmly. You needed him. 

Other people could interpret the touch as something romantic, as a sign that there was more than an appropriate relationship between the two of you. You knew that, of course. But that did not change the way your whole being longer for him. You still wished that he would hold you longer, tighter. Wrap his arms around you like he had done when he had carried you to your bed. If he would just touch you like that again, everything would have been worth it, just to feel his touch for one second again, you would go through all of this fear and danger all over again. So you held onto his hand, whimpering as another stitch was made. If having a wound was what would make him keep his hand onto your skin, you would gladly take that pain. His touch made you forget all of the bad things that had just happened to you. The only thing you could feel in that moment was him: His warmth, his skin on yours. 

With a concentrated look on his face, the physician finished the last stitch on your wound. In order for him to be able to work on it properly, he had to remove your dress from your chest, leaving you in only your underdress. Your chest was still covered, but the cut of the underdress was much deeper, exposing just the tiniest bit of the soft swell of your breasts that was usually hidden by your clothes. Like the gentleman that Kita was, he turned his head, averted his eyes and locked them onto the ground. 

And as you looked at him, you couldn't help but wish that he didn't look away. That he looked at you the same way you looked at him now. That he, too, would try and map out every little detail of your face. 

You took in the way his hair fell. The way his ears turned a slight shade of pink, just the same his cheeks did. By now, you had committed him to memory. It was impossible for you to forget the way his cheeks rounded out or the way his nose curved. Even though he had a more stoic manner most of the time, you had never missed the softness in his features. Maybe it was because he had always been so kind to you or maybe it was just your affection for him that made him even more handsome, but what you saw when you looked at him was the most beautiful, handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon. 

Everyone else saw a knight, one that had even admitted to being afraid of dying. They saw a man who they thought would not be able to protect you the way that he was supposed to. But you didn't see that, you never had. You had always seen a man that knew the dangers of his duty and faced it anyway. For you. Who cared about you. Who deserved so much more than you could ever give him. He should ride by a Lord's side, by your father's side and receive all the honor in the world. But instead, he was stuck with you and no honor worthy of him could ever be bestowed upon him by your hand. 

“There,” the physician said. “All done. I will let your maid wrap the bandages around your chest so the wound is protected. Make sure to rest as much as you can, overworking yourself can lead to the wound opening up again.” He shot you an apologetic look as he gathered his things. 

Your maid stepped towards you while Kita helped the physician to the door. It hurt you to let go of him, but he really could not stay with you while your maid undressed you to bandage the wound. The whole time he kept his face turned away from you, making sure that there was not a bit of your exposed body that he could see. But you could still see the red tips of his ears. In all of this mess that you were in now, the small bit of red skin that shone through his hair seemed like a little glimmer of hope. It was the one thing that made the edges of your lips curl upwards, not a real smile, but some piece of happiness nevertheless. The maid wrapped the bandages around your chest and shoulder so that the whole wound was covered in it and protected before helping you into your clothes again. There would probably be some visitors, your father and brother, maybe Alysane if she was allowed to see you, so you had to be somewhat decent. As if you really cared about being decent in front of your family after almost dying. But, well.. it wasn't you making the rules.

“Do you need anything else, princess?” 

“No, Clara, thank you.” You gave her an exhausted smile. All you wanted was to rest, just rest. 

“I will check back in with you in a bit, just in case.” She squeezed your hand gently. In the time that she had been your you had really grown to appreciate her. Clara wasn’t someone who hid her emotions or pretended to be someone she was not, like so many people around you did. So when she acted like she cared about you, you knew that she did actually care. It was always nice to know that the people close to you want to help you. And though, yes, she could be quite talkative at times and loved to gossip, but that wasn't always bad. She loved to hear and share new information, but she never did it with bad intentions (even if gossip often led to bad things in your world). It had actually given you a lot of useful information about some people at court and helped you steer clear of many bad people. Sadly, it hadn't helped you now. 

Clara stood up to leave and Kita returned to your side. He could not see it as he was standing behind your maid, but you did not miss the way that she glanced at you before turning to leave. It was just a split second, but you could practically see the questions that were going through her head spelled out on her forehead: "Is he always this close to you? Does this bother you? Do you like it? Is this something more than just him protecting you?"

Of course, she did not say any of that out loud. As nice as she was to you and as much as you liked and appreciated her, it was not her place to ask you such things. Maybe in another lifetime, you could have been friends and she could have asked you. Maybe in a different world. But not not in this one. In this one, there was always an invisible wall separating you from everyone else. Even from Kita. Even he did not dare to ask you about the thoughts running through your head. 

And there was nothing you could do about it. There was no way for you to tell him that it was alright to be close to you because it wasn't. He wasn't allowed to ask you such things and you weren't allowed to tell them to him, not because it was what was best for you, but because that was just the way that things were. And you did not make the rules. You never would. Your life would never be the way that you wanted it to be. You would never be able to be as close to Kita as you wanted, you would never be able to give him what he deserved. All that you had done since meeting him was make him feel bad for not protecting you well enough, make him uncomfortable with your panic and stupidity and steal his handkerchief. You were completely useless. 

“Princess..” Kita’s voice was gentle, careful. “It’s alright. It's alright.” His hand was on your arm and it felt like the most natural thing for him to do; like his hand had been molded just to hold you. 

The tears streaming over your face did not stop under his touch, if anything, they got worse. He wasn't supposed to be doing this. Or, he was supposed to be doing this, if the way this felt was any indication. He was made to hold you. It was just that someone had decided that it wasn't appropriate for him to be doing this. Well, not someone. Your father. He decided what was appropriate for you to do. He decided everything, for everyone. And there was nothing you could ever do about it. You could never love Kita the way you were both meant to. 

Everything was horrible. Everything was pain again and not even Kita's touch could make you forget about it. 

As if your father could hear you thinking about him, he walked in, flanked by two of his guards, another one no doubt waiting outside with the two knights already ordered there for your protection.

“Your Grace,” Kita immediately moved to greet him, bowing down. He shot you an apologetic look. Did he miss touching you just as much as you missed his touch? He had to. There was no way that a love like yours could be a coincidence. It was a force bigger than you, pushing you towards him. Of God wanted you to love him, he had to make him love you too. Right? 

“y/n! I heard what happened, my dear.” Your father walked up to your bedside, his guard following him. 

With so many people now filling the space, Kita had no choice but back up and make room for the three other men now demanding your attention. But your attention wasn't on them. You tried and follow Kita with your eyes but the broad bodies of the king's guards obscured your view. Reluctantly, you looked up at your father. The tears were still wet on your face, but you held yourself back from spilling even more now. 

“Oh, my dear.” He repeated as he sat down on the side of your bed, a hand on your forehead. With gentle motions, he brushed stray hairs and sweat from your forehead. His hand felt warm against your skin and it reminded you of when you had been still a child and had your parents comfort you when you were sick. When was the last time you had felt this kind of touch from your family? Not since your mother's funeral. The thought made the tears flow again all by themselves. 

“Oh,” your father whispered again. “Oh, sweetheart.” His hand didn't stop brushing over your skin as he turned around and quickly motioned for the other men to leave you two alone. 

It was like a wave that came crashing down on you. It wasn't just what had happened today, it was everything. Your mother's death. The loneliness you had felt for so long. The pressure coming down on you from all sides. The expectations. The way you didn't know what your future held for you because you didn't know what man your father would choose for you. The love you had for a different man, that you could never have. It was the nightmares you had every time sleep overcame you. It was the fears that haunted you. It was everything. Everything hurt. 

Only when you had calmed down enough to breathe steadily again did your father speak up again. “I am so sorry this happened to you, love. I promise you: I will make sure that Garret is punished for what he did. And your knight, too. How could he let this happen?!” 

What? “No,” you gasped. “No, it wasn't the knight's fault!” 

Your father raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I heard that the knight on duty this morning let you go into your room all by yourself.” Oh. Oh, he wasn't talking about Kita. Thank God. But still - it still wasn't the knight's fault!

“He was right outside the door, talking to the maid like I commanded him to do.” Your heart was still pounding in your chest. Would you have a broken rib by the end of this, too? 

“He should have known better than-” 

“Father.” You looked deeply into his eyes. Eyes that weren't cold, but angry and clouded by worry for his child's safety. “Trust me. It wasn't his fault. Do not punish him. For me. Please?” 

He hesitated for a moment. But then, his eyes softened and he sighed. “Alright.” He kissed your forehead. “If that is what you say happened. But I'm still not happy with him.” His eyes turned serious yet again. “And what about Sir Kita? Should I be happy with him?” 

How could he even ask that? Could he not see how perfect Kita was? “Yes, father.” You tried not to blush. And probably failed miserably. “He saved me. I would probably not be here without him right now. Or.. Garret’'s plan would have worked out.” 

“I am sick and tired of men trying to weasel their way into a marriage. With you, especially!” The tone your father now used was one you rarely heard. One of anger and frustration. “I am trying to keep you safe. I -” He choked up for a second. You knew what he was about to say. 

“I am safe, father.” You squeezed his hand. “Mother knew that you would keep us safe after her death. You kept your promise to her.” 

“But you are not safe.” Did you see tears glimmer in his eyes? “Look at you!” He motioned to your bruised and hurt body. “I promised to keep you safe and yet here you are, wounded on bedrest because I could not keep you safe!” 

“This is not your fault. You can't-” 

“This will not happen again.” The emotional look vanished from his face and left you with your father like you saw him almost all the time: A calm, distanced king who ruled over everyone and everything. One who would not take “No” for an answer.

“There will be no more men coming to try and grab at your hand because I will decide on the man who will marry you. I was wrong to postpone this. The sooner I decide, the better.” 

No. No, no, no. No! This could not be happening. You weren't ready yet. You needed more time! More time to be with Kita, to love Kita, to give him what he deserved. Even if just quietly, you needed to love him. To do something good for him. To change for him. You needed more time. Time with him. 

“Father, I don't think that-” 

“You do not need to worry about this.” As harsh as the reality behind his words was, the way he said them was soft, gentle. Like he was reassuring you instead of shutting you up. Perhaps that was what he thought he was doing. “You do not need to worry about any of this. Soon, you will be safe. I will keep you safe. Always.” He kissed your forehead. “Rest now.” 

—

“You're supposed to stay in bed.” Clara's hands were gentle but firm as they pushed your shoulders back onto the bed. 

“But I need to see Alysane.” You had been crying for God knows how long. Your head felt as if it was about to explode and not a single thought seemed to be coherent. Everything was a mess and you needed someone to help you sort this out. There were only two people who could help you with that: Kita or Alysane. And seeing as your feelings for Kita were pretty much the reason behind your distress, he was probably not the best choice.  

“She hasn't come to see me yet.” You felt like a sulking child. You probably sounded like one, too. “Why hasn't she come to see me yet?” Your father had been here, your brother too. So why hadn't your best friend been there? 

 “I don't know, your highness.” Clara’s eyes avoided yours. Quickly, she moved to place the covers over your chest again. Oh, but she did know. And you knew that she knew. If anyone in the whole castle knew, it had to be the maid who gossiped with everyone, about everything. She probably knew any news before even your father did. 

“Why hasn't she come to see me?” You asked again, this time more intently. 

She still avoided your now piercing gaze. “I'm not supposed to tell you.” 

That was it. You have had enough of people telling you what was right and wrong! You swung your legs out of your bed, pushed her to the side and rushed out of the room. 

“Princess?” Kita sounded almost panicked. “Where are you-? I don't think you are supposed to-” 

“I do not care what I'm supposed to! I want to see my friend, so I will see my friend!” Your scream echoed off the walls of the hallway. This was improper behavior for a Lady. For a princess, this was horrific behavior. But what did that matter now? What did any of your behavior matter now that you had fallen in love with your knight? There was nothing you could do that could be worse. At least not in the eyes of your father, your brother, every other Lord and Lady in the kingdom. Everyone else, too. They would all think that it was a bad, distasteful thing for you to do. Oh, if they only knew that it was the best thing you had ever done. 

“You need to rest.” Kita held onto your arm. 

He was right. You were weak and could already feel your knees getting weaker every moment. The rush you had gotten just a few seconds ago was wearing off and left you feeling even worse than before. 

“Please,” you begged him. “Please tell me what is wrong.” 

You could see the pain in his eyes. What was hurting him so much? And what could you do to help him? 

“You are not the only one Garret wanted to kill today,” Kita whispered. He couldn't even look at you. But he still caught you when your knees finally gave in.

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