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eetherealgoddess · 4 months

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Pardon me,but can I get a feisty female reader in a yandere royal au who is a assassin and infiltrated their castle to kill them but gets caught and she isn’t the type afraid to die.

No problem!! Hope you enjoy it!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄInfiltrating Their Heartsꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Royalty/Assassin Au

❦You infiltrate the kingdom as vengeance for your mother and village, only to be caught up in a plan you knew nothing about❦

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

❦The guys are brothers in this story❦

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy!

Infiltrating Their Hearts

Entering the castle was easier than you’d thought it would be, disguising yourself as a maid while also playing the part for a few weeks. You knew that in order to complete your mission, you’d have to be strategic and clever. The kingdom of the rich is huge, a brighter village that holds stable buildings, access to all the favorable crops as they live lavishly. The royalty reside in the large palace that sits behind the luxurious village. You couldn’t help the bitter feeling of jealousy to take control, growing up as a peasant amongst the poor village, you grew a deep hatred for the wealthy, basking in their jewels as they disregard the commoners who sunk in their poverty, somehow still praising the evil that allows them to suffer.

At one point, you didn’t blame them because clearly they must’ve earned their spot, though when you made friends with some of the villagers in your own town, they would talk amongst themselves, revealing the corruption in the system that had been created for the rich to live and the poor to survive. The royals barely visited the commoner’s area, but when they do, your eyebrows furrow as a scowl forms on your face, watching them stride in the carriages with their pretty silks and fabrics, their jewels and markings that shine and stand out, as if to rub in your face what you’ll never have a chance to experience.

Honestly, the extra wealth does anger you, but not to the extent for the herbal medications your village lacks because of the rich’s sense of greed. Having watched your mother suffer at the hands of a disease that could’ve been cured by their help. The tears you wept as you watched her gradually wilt away, only being able to hold her as she took her last breath when you were only but a child. The deep rooted anger only had room to grow over the years, bitterness so poisonous that you promised yourself that when you were old enough, you would sacrifice yourself to take out all the royals.

You practiced endlessly, training and pushing yourself to attack and use a sword. It would’ve been a nice hobby if you didn’t have an endgame for it, passing the time as you sweat, bled, and cried, your mother being the main inspiration for this idea. You had to get vengeance, some kind of justice to fulfill your heart’s desire. Vengeance for not only your mother, but everyone in the town who is currently suffering. You’ve had enough.

The royals consisted of the King and his sons, the five princes. The pretty boys anger you every time they step foot in your village. You couldn’t wait to take them all out one by one. You begin with the King, sneaking into the throne room, the idiot napping on his throne without the realization that his time to die has come. You pull out your sword as you walk to the middle throne, staring with deep hatred as you stand in front of him.

“Time for your repentance, you greedy serpent.” You hiss before pulling back your sword, and slicing his head completely off. Your eyebrows furrow and nose scrunches in disgust as you watch the blood squirt out of his neck and ooze out of the head, some of it staining your maid’s dress. Your body jolts when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning your body, you’re met with guards running after you, snatching you by your biceps as they force you to kneel facing the beheaded king as beautiful silks flow once the princes pass by you. Not one glanced behind as they’re guided to their seats next to the king’s throne, except for the tallest one who stood as the guards grabbed the king’s body and tossed him on the floor right under the large throne.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watch the disrespectful display, the tallest now sitting on the throne with droopy purple eyes and a sly smile as one of the servants who had come in grabs the crown and sets it on his head gently, the piece fitting perfectly with his long gorgeous locks. Your eyes narrow as all of the prince’s intense gazes shift to you. You give all of them a look of disdain, prepared to die anyway, though angry you only killed one royal just for another to take his place.

“Ah, Y/n. It’s an honor to finally meet you. The one who was destined to behead our father, may his soul rest in hell.” The oldest says with a closed eyed smile, crossing his leg comfortably over the other, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I suppose the fortune teller was right, such a shame, really.” The younger twin states, leaning his cheek against his palm.

“At least her death was swift, brother.” The blue eyed one states, flipping his platinum hair.

“How were we supposed to believe such an outrageous statement? Not our faults.” The golden eyed one states as he shrugs with a smile.

“You knew all along?” You question with disbelief, not bothering to care about your interruption.

“Of course, why else would we allow a peasant girl to work in our home?” The shortest one states in a monotone voice with a bored look harboring his face.

“We even helped you out by giving father his favorite herbal tea but with a twist.” Kazutora states.

“Why else would he sleep in the throne room of all places?” Rin says with an eyebrow raised.

“Which is why we want to offer you a place in the royal palace, Y/n.” King Ran smiles. Your eyes narrow once more, frustration at your failed mission.

“I refuse.” Curved lips drop as some tilt their heads in confusion.

“Then you’ll have no choice but to be executed for your crime.” You nod, exhausted of the life you’ve been dealt regardless of the circumstances. You’re ready to meet your maker, ready to see your mother.

“You do realize this is a once in a lifetime opportunity?” Sanzu questions. You nod.

“If I must repent for my sins then I’d rather have it no other way. I shall die at the hands of the executioner amongst the crowd if that means I get to remove myself from the royal and wealthy corrupt world once and for all.”

A pause fills the silent room as a look of contemplation falls on the King’s face.

“Hm, interesting woman you are indeed. I knew it from the beginning when you first arrived. I could feel the rage a mile away.” He says, his sly smile returning with a finger placed on his chin. “You shall stay as a personal servant to myself and my brothers.” You gasp.

“Why would you want me here? A traitor? I hold no respect for this vile kingdom. I hold only disdain and disgust with all of you. I refuse to accept it!” The King’s smile widens.

“An interesting little minx you are. It doesn’t matter what you accept, only what the King rules.” Rin chuckles. You try to stand up only for the guards to shove you back on your knees.

“Are you out of your mind? I planned to kill all of you!”

“Yes, the fortune teller informed us of that as well. No problem! You can be chained until it’s time for you to complete your duties. You’ll be on watch at all times whether by us or another guard.”

In all honesty, the interest started way before you arrived at the castle. As children, they watched as you, a peasant child, dared to grab their fathers robe as he passed through the commoner’s village, begging him to help your poor mother. The guards seized you, pulling you away as you yelled curses all the while tears streamed down your face. They would never rid the image from their brains. Their interest is unexplainable considering there've been thousands of peasants who begged and cried for the help that was never given to them, not that they had the empathy to care.They knew exactly who you were when you entered the castle as a maid, having not believed the fortune teller before and slashing her neck. Now you’re here in all your glory, you couldn’t leave nor could you die.

You sacrificing your own well being for vengeance was just something that caused their interest in you to skyrocket, your rage is seductive. Emotional unavailability being the forefront of their entire life and legacy, they fed off of yours, someone so passionate and ready to die for the vengeance of their loved ones. How captivating, indeed.

“Just kill me, please! I-I committed treason! How could you allow a traitor to live? Despicable!” You exclaim with fury.

They watch in silence as you continue to berate them, continuing to disrespect their names, home, and legacy. You wanted them to feel some kind of suffering even if it had to be through such petty words.

“I refuse to follow any of your foolish rules. You’ll just have to kill me.”

“It’s never been your choice, darling.”

“It’s alright, we just need to do something about that mouth of yours.”

“Such ugly words from an angel’s face, how disgraceful.”

“It’s been finalized! Let’s go now, I want supper.”

“Guards, send her to the designated room. You should get some rest.”

“No! No! Let me go! I do not belong here!” You exclaim as you’re picked up and dragged out of the throne room, forced to stay amongst your enemies.

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finrinrinfin · 1 year

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klance wip where Keith is Prince of Marmora and Lance (aka “Blue”) is the assassin sent to kill him but surprise! (gasp) they fall in love and hmm hmm hmm do you feel me? do you? are we on the same brainwave yet?

#and maybe. maybe Lance fails to kill him #and lance NEVER fails so he’s like ok now this is personal #and he comes back to try again and again and again and they have this murderous rivalry thing going that somewhere along the way #it turns playful and fond and eventually lance stops breaking into his room to kill him #and starts breaking into his room to like. hang out #and be GAY #happy pride month #i have brainrot #Klance #assassin lance #Prince Keith #Klance medieval AU #klance royalty #wip #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld lance #vld keith #vld au #klance rivals #klance sketches #Klance fantasy au #vld fandom #vld fanart #klance fanart #they are so gay and in love and shut up I know it’s 2023 shut up shut up shut up shhh Shh shhh #happy pride 🌈#i can’t stop thinking abt this #and tell me your AU brainrot pls pls I want more #thanks in advance

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toorumochi · 2 months

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"𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞: 𝕬 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊’𝖘 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊"

A Karushuu Pirate x Prince AU

@akabane-yum if you see this, no you didn’t.

In a world where royal lineage clashes with pirate rebellion, two unlikely souls are entangled in a web of fate. As ancient feuds simmer and alliances teeter on the brink of collapse, a prince and a pirate must navigate treacherous waters of love, loyalty and longing. Bound by destiny yet torn apart by circumstance, their story unfolds amidst a backdrop of adventure, danger and forbidden desire.

In a tale as old as time, Gakushuu Asano, a scion of a royal lineage, and Karma Akabane, born into the infamous ranks of a pirate clan, found themselves locked in a generations-old feud. Initially, their animosity towards each other ran deep, both harbouring a visceral disdain that seemed insurmountable. However, fate intervened one fateful day when their paths converged at a bustling port on a remote island.

Bound by a fragile truce enforced by the island's formidable locals, the families of Gakushuu and Karma were compelled to set aside their longstanding grievances. The imminent threat of the islanders' prowess in combat loomed large, serving as a deterrent against any acts of aggression between the warring factions.

It was amidst this uneasy peace that Gakushuu's perception of Karma underwent a profound transformation. Observing the pirate's striking resemblance to his father, the prince found himself inexplicably drawn to Karma's rugged charm and rebellious spirit. There was an undeniable allure to Karma's rough-edged exterior—a magnetism that stirred within Gakushuu an unexpected and tumultuous attraction.

Karma Akabane, the son of the most powerful pirate captain known to roam the seven seas, at the mere age of 19, embodies the definitive pirate aesthetic with the weather-beaten tricorn hat, tilted daringly to one side, and decorated with a crimson feather. His once-pristine white shirt, now bearing the marks of countless battles, is adorned with faded embroidery and ragged sleeves, while a leather vest, weathered and worn, boasts brass buttons etched with intricate sea monster designs.

Burgundy trousers, rolled up at the cuffs, and a midnight-coloured coat with gleaming gold trim complete his ensemble. Multiple belts and sashes cinch his waist, each laden with pouches containing the tools and treasures of a true pirate, while beaded necklaces strung with seashells, pearls, and ancient coins adorn his neck. His fingers glitter with rings bearing emblems and gemstones, a symbol of his status and prowess.

Karma's bronzed, weathered skin, long crimson red hair cascading like molten gold, kohl-smudged eyes gleaming with mischief, and a grin revealing teeth as sharp as cutlasses, speak of a life lived on the edge of danger and adventure, with scars as souvenirs of battles fought and won, displaying strength and tenacity in the face of trouble.

As Gakushuu watches, he sees Karma's father laughing with him, playfully taking back the tricorn hat he had placed on Karma's head, revealing beneath it a bandana, a symbol of their legacy of piracy that runs deep within their bloodline.

One morning, Gakushuu spotted Karma snatching a handful of fruits from a stall before darting out of sight behind the nearby booths. He decided to follow him up until he couldn’t see him anymore. The streets were crowded so it was hard to see.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the arm, pulling him somewhere. Gakushuu was ready to fight back, but the person put their hand on his mouth to keep him quiet.

It was Karma, who was calmly grinning and eating the stolen apple with one hand and with the other, he held Gakushuu in place.

As Gakushuu's eyes widened in surprise, Karma's mischievous grin only grew wider. The two boys stood in a hidden alleyway, away from the bustling streets of the port. Gakushuu's heart raced, unsure of what Karma had planned.

"Shh," Karma whispered, removing his hand from Gakushuu's mouth. "I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't cause any trouble for our families. The locals here are no joke, and I don't want to risk any fights breaking out."

Gakushuu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why would you care about that? We've always been enemies, haven't we?"

Karma chuckled, taking another bite of the stolen apple. "Yeah, we have. But that doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt. Besides, it's more fun to mess with you when we're not fighting."

Gakushuu's cheeks flushed slightly at Karma's words, a mix of annoyance and intrigue swirling within him. He couldn't deny that something was captivating about the pirate's carefree attitude and rebellious nature.

"I don't need your protection," Gakushuu retorted, crossing his arms defiantly. "I can handle myself just fine."

Karma raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, I know you can. But that doesn't mean I can't lend a hand now and then. Plus, it's not like I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I just don't want any interruptions when I finally defeat you."

Gakushuu's lips curled into a smirk, a challenge gleaming in his eyes. "Defeat me? We'll see about that, pirate."

Karma's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I look forward to it, prince."

He released Gakushuu, who felt a subtle stirring of arousal, though he adamantly refused to acknowledge it.

Despite their families' long-standing feud, there was an undeniable spark between them. It was a connection that neither of them could fully understand, but one that seemed to draw them together despite the odds stacked against them.

As the days passed on the bustling island port, Gakushuu was unable to shake the memory of his encounter with Karma in the hidden alleyway. There was something about the pirate boy that intrigued him, something that stirred emotions within him that he had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, Karma couldn't seem to get Gakushuu out of his mind either. The image of the prince's defiant smirk and challenging gaze lingered in his thoughts, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't extinguish.

It was on one fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, that their paths crossed once again.

Gakushuu was wandering the crowded streets of the port, lost in thought as he pondered the events of the past few days.

He had tried to push thoughts of Karma from his mind, to focus on his duties as a prince and the expectations placed upon him by his family, but the boy seemed to haunt his every waking moment.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar figure up ahead, his heart skipping a beat as he realized who it was. Karma was once again standing at the edge of the bustling marketplace, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mischievous glint.

Without hesitation, Gakushuu made his way towards him, his footsteps quickening with each step. He wasn't sure what compelled him to seek out Karma, to seek out the very person who was supposed to be his enemy, but he couldn't deny the pull that drew him to the pirate boy like a magnet.

As he drew closer, Karma turned and spotted him, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, look who decided to grace me with their presence," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Gakushuu rolled his eyes, trying to mask the fluttering feeling in his chest with a look of indifference. "Don't get too excited, pirate. I'm only here to make sure you're not causing any trouble, once again."

Karma chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded Gakushuu with a playful glint in his eyes. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? Besides, I thought we already established that I’m up to nothing strange."

Gakushuu bristled at Karma's words, a surge of irritation coursing through him. "That doesn't mean I have to stand by and watch as you wreak havoc on this island."

Karma raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, so now you're concerned about the well-being of this island? How noble of you, prince."

Gakushuu scowled, his cheeks flushing with anger. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for the people who call this place home, people who deserve better than to be caught in the crossfire of our family's feud."

For a moment, there was a flicker of something in Karma's eyes, a hint of vulnerability that took Gakushuu by surprise. But before he could dwell on it further, the moment passed and Karma's usual smirk returned, his mask firmly back in place.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises, prince," Karma said, his tone teasing. "But enough talk. How about we make a deal? You let me go about my business, and I promise not to cause any trouble for your 'precious island'."

Gakushuu hesitated, torn between his duty as a prince and the strange connection he felt with Karma. In the end, curiosity won out, and he found himself nodding in agreement.

"Fine," he said, his voice firm. "But don't think for a second that I'm letting my guard down around you, pirate. I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

Karma grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wouldn't expect anything less, prince. After all, where's the fun in a little competition without a bit of tension?"

With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Gakushuu standing alone in the bustling marketplace. As he watched Karma go, a strange mixture of emotions washed over him, leaving him feeling both exhilarated and unnerved.

Amidst the longstanding rivalry between their families, their fathers found themselves ensconced in a local bar, their laughter and camaraderie echoing into the early hours of dusk.

Gakushuu observed Karma from across the room, perched in a secluded corner, thoroughly entertained by the adoration of the town's girls. His charm was palpable, he even gifted one of his penknifes to one of the girls.

Gakushuu couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy—not for the girls themselves, but for Karma.

Meanwhile, amidst the joviality of the bar, a young sailor approached Gakushuu's table, his intent clear as he sought an opportunity to secure a position aboard Captain Asano's esteemed ship. Such a feat was no easy task, as the entire port was aware of the formidable challenge it presented.

Despite the sailor's persistent flattery, Gakushuu's attention wandered, inevitably drawn back to Karma's table. Their gazes met fleetingly before being interrupted by the sudden clamour of the girls surrounding Karma. With infectious laughter and playful tugs, they whisked him away towards a concealed doorway, leaving Gakushuu momentarily captivated by the sight.

As Karma disappeared into the throng of giggling girls, he threw a small wink in Gakushuu's direction—a gesture that sent a flurry of emotions coursing through him. Confusion mingled with excitement as Gakushuu grappled with the unfamiliar sensations stirring within him, unsure of what lay ahead in this unexpected entanglement with the enigmatic pirate.

 As the night wore on, Gakushuu found himself unable to shake the image of Karma's mischievous grin and captivating presence. He couldn't understand why he was so drawn to someone from the enemy camp, someone who had caused him so much frustration and anger in the past.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Gakushuu excused himself from the sailor and made his way towards the door Karma had disappeared behind. He pushed it open cautiously, unsure of what he would find on the other side.

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You can continue reading the rest of this fanfic on my AO3 if you're interested!

#assassination classroom #assclass #karma akabane #gakushuu asano #asano gakushuu #karushuu ao3 #Pirate x Royal Prince AU #this has been sitting in my notes for so long #was physically shaking to write this #Couldn’t wait #exams are killing me #shaking #I love them #my sweet little boys 🤲🏻#Gakushuu Asano as the Prince #Karma Akabane as the Pirate #Pirate AU #Royalty AU #AO3 fanfic

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Prompt #206

“No.” The royal froze in the center of their bedroom, insides icing at the flapping coat and gleaming orange eyes lingering on the threshold of the balcony. “No, you get out right now.”

“My liege—” the all too familiar shadow of the assassin began, as purring and flirtatious as the day they left. The royal hated that for an instant their heart panged thinking about it.

“Go away!”

“Is the shouting really nece—“

“It is! And I’ll get louder unless you crawl back over that railing and hope I forget you ever attempted contact.”

In direct opposition, the assassin took a step forward into the royal’s quarters.

“Is that arrest order still in place?”

“It most certainly is.” The royal opened their mouth wide to scream, but in two rapid strides the assassin was at their side, clamping their mouth shut with one hand and restraining their thrashing arms with the other. The royal bit them.

The assassin gritted their teeth, but kept their hand firmly in place. “Can we talk?”

Royal tasted blood, and the assassin tore back, hissing a curse and tucked the wound against their chest for a few seconds.

The royal bore red-stained teeth. “We cannot. You’re a liar and a deserter, and I’m not falling for your serpent charm ever again.”

#prompt #long prompt #writing prompt #royal x assassin #royal and assassin #fantasci #royalty #fantasci prompt #writblr #writeblr

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 2 months

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blind royalty Gandra you say?

thinking about it! I’m not sure yet- I’m gonna keep looking into it and also figuring if it’s something Im able to give like. space and meaning to in the story. Not sure if she was hatched blind or if she lost her sight sometime when she was a kid- I’m trying to figure if the assassin group would want to take her if she was blind, or if she ‘wasn’t worth it’ or something. That also might lend to her character’s desperate need to prove herself and live to a certain standard. Maybe especially if she started losing her sight once she was already inducted.

because I was thinking- I wanted to give her some sort of magical version of her eyebuds in the AU (which would also explain why her eyes are blue). But I didn’t want to give her any kind of superhuman abilities with them? because I wanted her to still fit within the physics of the world. anyway. Idk if this makes sense. So I figured instead of superhuman magic eyes, her eyebuds are just magic that gives her the ability to see. Also they make her eyes blue. Again! Idk if I’m going with it but it’s an idea I’ve been playing with.

#didn’t think anyone would see those tags who would send an ask dlflgkgkgm #thanks for the ask!#anon ask #gandra dee #madfen royalty au #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #duckverse #Idk if this makes any sense but I’m also having a hard time with #Gandra is one of the more disliked characters. definitely #and she is very much a morally grey character in this au #and I don’t. want it to be that I make the character no one likes also disabled #especially because I’ve so much increased herons villainy in this too and she’s also disabled #but at the same time Mads NFenton and Della are also meant to be disabled so maybe I’ve balanced it out by #having disabled hero characters?#Idk. Does this make sense #I think if I were to make Gandra blind I should also make it so Mads has already lost his hand before he defects #but idk if that changes the story too much #but it would make sense! because he’s part of a cutthroat assassin group of course there’s a few more lasting injuries #anyway.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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Hello! I’m not sure if I asked this before but, may you write a snippet about a villainous and arrogant but charming prince flirting with a tough and diligent female assassin whom was hired to kill him?

“It’s good to see you again,” the prince said. With one look at her, all the memories came back. It had been a funny situation, actually. She’d saved him from another assassin, just so she could kill him with her own blade. Coincidentally, she’d been too injured to actually do it. In the end, he had nursed her back to health.

He had to admit, he loved her dedication.

“I’m not here to talk,” the assassin answered, her small knife pointing at his lung. “I’m here to finally kill you.”

“And yet, I am alive. You’re not the best at this job now, are you?” The assassin pressed the knife deeper into his gowns which made him groan in pain. His hand clutched around her wrist as he threw his head back and moaned. “Yeah, do it again, I like it like that.”

The assassin pulled back, completely shocked. Soon enough she found her composure though to reply.

“What the—” He simply grinned at her. It was cocky. Provocative. At this point, he knew he was toying with his own life. But it meant little to him anyways, so why not having fun for a bit?

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you get flustered by a few words.”

“I—” Her eyes went over his very exposed body — he was in his nightgown after all — as he noticed a slight blush creeping onto her face. It was adorable.

She’d always been the great assassin to him. Someone he was supposed to fear but the truth was, she wasn’t even much older than he was. They were still too young to be bothered with politics or assassinations. He wasn’t even twenty yet and people had tried to murder him a dozen times already. He was getting tired of it.

“Why are you dressed like that?” she asked. The prince didn’t know if it was his imagination but maybe her voice was close to trembling. He couldn’t deny that it was his desire to be loved by her.

She was strong and determined. She was independent and successful. He’d heard many stories about her proficiency. The prince on the other hand was lavish all day.

“I wanted to go to bed,” he said. “I didn’t expect any visitors today.”

Her knife wasn’t anywhere near his body anymore. Instead, she was more curious than bloodthirsty. Or at least, she acted like that.

“But where the hell are your guards? Where’s your protection? I could’ve killed you so easily.” He shrugged his shoulders, losing interest in the conversation slowly.

“I told them to go away.”

“Do you have a death wish or something?” she asked. No one had ever asked him how he was doing. Sure, his servants always tried to keep him alive when people tried to murder him. But that wasn’t because they cared. It was because they needed an heir.

The prince looked at his unfairly beautiful assassin. If this was his last night and if this was his last conversation, then why not? Why should he lie? The assassin was efficient. She was fast and clean. He’d die a good death.

“Last week, I got poisoned,” he confessed. “It was my first time and it hurt so much, it was so brutal that for the first time in all these years, I wanted to die. No one cared about me. They only wanted to keep their future king alive. Not the boy who likes poetry and animals.”

Staring at him, the assassin took a step back. She let him continue.

“I just decided not to care anymore, like everyone else. So, kill me, darling. I know you won’t let me suffer.”

She tilted her head, as if she was weighing her options.

“No.”

“No?” he asked.

“This is a kidnapping now.”

Oh.

#baby I’m a sucker for princes with tragic backstories #writing snippet #kingdoms and royalty #assassin #prince #assassin x prince #prince x assassin #an answer for an ask #request

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shieldherostuffs · 10 months

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Assassin or Concubine?

Royalty AU - RaruFumi

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Naofumi is an assassin sent to kill the king of the Kingdom of Sickle, L'Arc Berg, once his contractor gives the notice. Until that notice, Naofumi is to play and pretend to be the King's newest concubine of the royal harem.

However, Naofumi's plans start rolling downhill when he gets to know the king.

Handsome, sweet, kind, caring, respectful, honorable, occasionally silly; the best man Naofumi has ever (and probably ever will) met.

Naofumi has fallen in love.

From the gifts L'Arc personally chose, to the dates he takes Naofumi on, to all the nights they spent together whenever L'Arc wasn't working or required to spend the night with another concubine.

Every night with the opportunity, Naofumi would hold a dagger beneath his pillow, sometimes even taking it out to point it at L'Arc's neck.

What he didn't know, was that L'Arc had known Naofumi had been sent to kill him from the first night. Every time Naofumi would point that dagger at his neck, 'At least the last thing I see will be his beautiful face' would be L'Arc's thoughts.

But, Naofumi could never bring himself to do it, and so, a few months after the contract had been signed, Naofumi broke it, sending the requester back the money for breaking it. The money and broken contract had been sent together with an invitation to the coronation of King L'Arc's new consort, Naofumi Iwatani.

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A few months after Naofumi has officially become L'Arc's consort, he requests to go visit his family for a month or two, and L'Arc says he'll do the same.

Naofumi is really going back to his family because an incredibly important person has requested their best assassin to get rid of someone for them.

L'Arc is going to visit his outer family to get rid of whoever has been sending a continuous stream of assassins after him, enough for his husband to start losing sleep over it.

The two can only stare in shock as they're led to the same room, L'Arc as the one paying for the assassination, as Naofumi as the one to carry it out.

Naofumi: L'Arc: Naofumi: Well, you could've just asked me. L'Arc: I thought you wanted to keep it a secret, and you were losing sleep over it, and I wanted to do something nice for you! Naofumi: Naofumi: You knew this whole time?! L'Arc: That you tried to kill me? Yes. That you're a contract assassin? No. Naofumi: Well, who do you want to get rid of then? L'Arc: You already know, don't you? Naofumi: Yeah, but I want you to say it, husband. L'Arc: I want you to assassinate Takt? Naofumi: I'll give you a discount because you're my husband. Their families, in the background, watching: ...

#the rising of the shield hero #rising of the shield hero #naofumi iwatani #l'arc berg #rarufumi #royalty au #king l'arc #assassin naofumi #shield hero prompt #shield hero

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zuzypiia · 3 months

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by the way would you guys believe me if i told you I am in the process of literally rewriting the Cold War alongside with World War 1&2 and the French Revolution... for a modern royalty au of rivalsduo + dnf centered fanfic?

#dreamblr #rivalsblr #dreblr #dtblr #rivalsduo #rivals duo #i wanted to make a modern royalty au but it was so hard to worldbuild right #so i accidentally created an alternate universe where everything is the same except #the british monarchy alongside other monarch systems were never constitutionalized #therefore the cold war happened so much differently with a tripolar power structure undergoing ideological rivalry #instead of bipolar #capitalism bloc lead by the US #communism bloc lead by the Soviet Union #and absolutism/conservatism/monarchy (no idea what to call it yet) bloc lead by Britain #gnf & techno were previously from the monarch bloc #gnf being the prince of england #techno created a rebellion group to take down the monarchy #the US secretly funds them bc they're just like that (literally did this to multiple countries like Indonesia for example)#techno doesnt know where the money comes from but money's money & its support for taking it down #he doesnt support capitalism or any type of government though #fully anarchist #and george is like. he gets an assassination plot so he gets kidnapped but then he was taken in by techno & the gang #so hes basically their sniper 404 #dream & sapnap were george's royal guards before #yk where this is going

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Window

Without thinking, the spy leaped from one ledge to the next.

It helped not to think, to keep the mind blank. Fear might have gripped them otherwise, a natural emotion they couldn’t shake. Hide it? Yes. Rid themselves of it entirely? No.

And they found, in their line of work, most people were afraid of something.

Primarily, the fear was of death, especially when the concept came face to face with the individual, unsuspecting and demanding.

It would be no different now, the spy was deciding, keeping their back flat against the wall as they creeped closer towards the window their informant had left open for them.

The princeling would be afraid, not knowing his death was coming. The spy would show no fear, and had none to spare, as far as anyone was concerned.

There was always an air of silence that followed the spy, even when the open window creaked gently, it was only the wind, and that’s all it could possibly be, for no human could be swallowed by their surroundings like that.

It was dark, which the spy liked. They had an ongoing deal with the dark – they did not disturb it’s peace and it cloaked them well.

Yes, most of the palace would be quiet at this dark hour, the few who were still awake would be in the lower levels, making little trouble for the spy.

Foot and ground met, step after step, that inhuman pocket of silence moving along with them.

And then there was noise that was most definitely outside their creation of quiet.

They turned, and they would have struck if not for the familiar sensation of metal against their throat.

“I’m giving you a choice.” Their target said, voice low. “Drop the dagger, and we could have a civil discussion.”

He looked at them, and the spy was forced to look back.

They didn’t make a habit of eye contact, especially not with the people they were meant to kill, but when a knife was presented to one’s neck so gracefully, well, habits could change.

“You said a choice.” The spy made sure to keep their voice level, drawing on that blank slated mind. “What’s the other?”

“Let’s not play pretend. We both know why you’re here. The other choice is to carry on, try and kill me.”

The spy could almost feel their blood rushing, a challenge.

There was undoubtedly a consequence of this action, so the spy took advantage of the silence the targeted prince provided, and listened.

No one else in the room, they were sure of that much, but outside the door…?

There it was, a small clank of metal.

The spy’s eyes snapped back onto the prince’s.

“So that the guards can rush in when they hear you scream? Clever little princeling.”

The prince smiled. “They told me you were good. Most other assassins never quite looked around enough, never listened. In and out, not a challenge.”

Not an assassin. The spy corrected sharply in their mind. I don’t just kill.

But the prince didn’t need to know that, he didn’t need to know more than what he believed, and if he believed them an assassin, so be it. That meant he didn’t have the whole picture, not yet.

“Well?” He said expectantly. “Drop it.”

The dagger clattered on the ground, but the knife at their throat stayed in place.

“Such formalities.” The spy tsked. “I did as you asked.”

“And you expect me to believe that was the only weapon you brought? If so, perhaps I overestimated you.”

The spy’s jaw tightened, and that blank slated mind turned nearly to anger, only nearly.

It wouldn’t work, this tactic of his, trying to get under their skin.

There had been a hundred before him, and there would be a hundred after him. He was not special.

“I have an offer for you. It pays well, allows you to live, truly a fantastic deal.”

“You want me to kill for you?” The spy laughed. “I have allegiance elsewhere, princeling.”

Though in the dark, they could see his face contort with something that wasn’t fury, not in it’s entirety, not yet.

“As do I, assassin.”

He seemed to know how much that phrase angered them.

“Which is why I need this job done.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“But imagine if you did. We have similar goals–”

“I doubt that, princeling.”

“Listen.” The prince pressed the knife ever so slightly further against their neck. “You don’t want me on the throne, you and your little party of thieves and beggars. Do this for me, I’ll abdicate, and you can put your pretender in the throne.”

“How do you know about–” The spy cut themself off, thinking, thinking, thinking. “You left the window open.”

The prince winked. “Clever little assassin.”

“Why?”

The prince’s face turned serious again. “Ask me. Ask me who I want dead.”

The spy’s voice dropped to a whisper, curiosity eating at them, horror growing.

“Who.”

“Her majesty, the queen. My mother.”

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