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Prince!Miyuki Kazuya x Knight!F!Reader Summary: An invitation to a royal wedding in the south demands your presence alongside your prince. Before the trek, Prince Kazuya thought of you as a friend and a knight and little else—you were his dedicated Foxglove Knight. A conversation earlier in the week centered around the concept of love, a concept which Kazuya has not been able to stop thinking of, it seems. Words: 1830 a/n: @owoasis has been talking to me about BLL again and I miss it dearly. Here's a scene I wrote like, a year back.

You’ve been taking too long—much longer than Kazuya would have anticipated. On occasion, you’ve taken longer to prepare yourself, but you’ve never made him wait more than a few minutes. It’s erring on rude. If you don’t hurry, you’ll both be late to the feast.

Is it like this for Omae? Outside of Nao’s soon-to-be wife, you and Princess Omae are some of the only women in formal attendance. He’s seen your taste in garments for formal events, and he can’t imagine what would make tonight different. Watching as not one but two different attendants leave your quarters worries him.

Perhaps you’ve fallen ill? Everyone’s feeling the exhaustion from the games, so perhaps the end of the hunt meant the end of your strength. Perhaps you’re more human than you care to admit, and perhaps you need a rest, too.

The door slides open and he’s prepared a remark for you and—

Oh.

The air rushes out of his lungs and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his palms, a tingle he doesn’t know how to control. His face is noticeably warmer and he definitely feels hot where the collar of his coat sits on his neck.

He wants—

That he wants anything astounds him, but here he is, wanting.

It makes sense why you needed the additional time and why you needed the assistance of attendants, why you didn’t come to him for help.

He cannot imagine a scenario wherein you would have asked the royal seamstresses to craft you such an elegant gown, one that doesn’t allow for protective layers whatsoever. If anything, this seems an elaborate set up by Isashiki and a private commission to manufacture a romantic scenario to rival those he reads. The bodice clings to you, velvet highlighting your natural figure to the sash tied around your waist. And you, in his royal blue.

You look otherworldly, a lady fit for court rather than plate armor. It’s difficult to believe only hours ago, you were by his side, covered in mud with that look in your eye as the boar charged you both. And yet…

Shuffling uncomfortably, you rub your hands together before intertwining your fingers in a rare display of—well, he doesn’t know what to call it. He’s never seen you so… out of your element. But, for being out of your element, you look incredible.

“My prince. Surely there isn’t time for you to gawk at me. I believe we’re close to impropriety with our tardiness.”

“Gawk— I’m not—gawk?!”

“Come now.” Your smile is sheepish as you say it, eyes briefly meeting his before looking away.

It’s unusual to hear such a command from you in such a state, voice wrapping around the words with an eagerness for the night to be done. He’s suddenly wishing the night would continue. Will you wear something similar for the wedding tomorrow?

“I believe I should be escorting you tonight, not the other way around,” he says, half in jest, half with the desire to reach out and touch. His smile grows as he extends his arm, watching as you look at it before resigning yourself to his offer.

If only for tonight, you look uncomfortable with his attention.

You fit into his side easily, if not entirely too stiff. Tonight is unfamiliar for you, enough that it has him biting his tongue, stopping most jokes as they come to mind, wishing instead to distract you and set you at ease.

“Have you seen how garish Mei’s regalia is? It seems he’s forgotten that he’s a guest tonight,” Kazuya starts, leading you towards the Lodge, remembering the white fabric with red and gold accents. Startling attire in most formal settings, much less a regal wedding in the middle of wetlands. You smile and breathe out a laugh, but it’s not quite there yet. “If that’s what he wears to the wedding of a friend, I’m curious as to what he would wear at his own wedding.”

“It’s quite the shame that you would never find out.”

“That it is. Not unless relations between our nations evolved that I would be safe attending, but I doubt that we’ll see such an outcome in my lifetime.”

“I made mention of this to Archduke Hongou—”

“When did you speak to the archduke?” Mention of the leader in the northern islands sets him on edge, though he cannot place why.

“My prince, you watched—”

“Watched?” Beside him, you laugh at his incredulous tone. “What, pray tell, did I watch? I cannot recall such a time you spoke to him. You don’t mean during the duels?”

Relaxed, you feel loose by his side. Pliable, he would venture, though he cannot know for certain. This exchange, this needling, remains much more comfortable for you than the rest of what this night holds.

You aren’t given a chance to answer, not when reaching the Great Lodge, not when everyone turns to see the last to arrive, eyes lingering. Lingering on you or him, he doesn’t know, nor does he know whether they linger because of the attire or the timing. Their attention undoes what he’s spent the last couple minutes doing in a matter of seconds, but he won’t give you time to dwell on that.

Conversations start again, though a few pairs of eyes follow you, it seems. He guides you to the seats, the table next to the first, a sign of the effort he put forth in procuring tonight’s second dish. It’s charming, in an inelegant sort of way, the way you pause as he pulls out your chair, the way you look at him with novel apprehension. But you take your seat beside him, shifting closer once he sits beside you.

This is the comfort of familiarity, nothing more.

You’ve had no more to drink than the first, inescapable for it is a custom of this land’s weddings, but it’s given you enough liquid courage that you’re comfortable moving without him as you are in full gear. The feasting is done and the gifts have been brought out—at least, those consisting of alcohol.

Mei, Shunshin, and Amahisa are speaking around him, but for the life of him, he cannot repeat a word they’ve said in the last five minutes. He can, however, name those who still watch you, now with hungry eyes where there was once only polite interest.

Perhaps not. Perhaps the only hunger is his.

Why does he hunger? It cannot be more than a side effect of visiting these lands. It used to be like this in the past, too, but—

“I told you, he’s not listening.”

“You clearly know him better than I, Narumiya,” Amahisa says, voice pleading. “Do you believe he would mind?”

“Mind?”

“If I asked his companion—”

“His knight?” Mei laughs, uninhibited and not because of the alcohol. “What was her title? ‘Foxglove?’”

It’s the mention of your knightly title that earns Kazuya’s attention, forcing his attention away from you for but a moment. “What about my Foxglove Knight?”

Mei smiles with a single brow raised, smug and triumphant, his expression unchanging as he returns his gaze to Amahisa. “Kazuya doesn’t have a say in this. If you wish to dance with her, you must ask her. He cannot determine autonomy for her.”

“I’m aware of that, but I don’t wish to step on any toes—”

“You won’t be,” Kazuya says, standing with surprising fluidity given how the room spins as he does. Even as he speaks, he cannot look away from you, cannot miss the smile you give Harada or the way you turn to look at the archduke. All he knows is that he cannot bear another moment with this ugly twisting, clawing heat, eager to burst from behind his rib cage.

Amahisa’s words fade away, as does Mei’s sharp laugh, and the archduke is the first to take notice of Kazuya’s approach, excusing himself and returning to Renji’s side. Harada looks between you and Kazuya, eyes catching on something over Kazuya’s shoulders before sighing, deep and exasperated, as he does when following Mei.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

You’re the last one to notice, eyes following the hulking form of what should be your rival. When you take notice of Kazuya, you do so without a single drop of admonishment. No hint of self-rebuke for not noticing sooner. No change in expression, either. Except—

Ah.

You smile.

You smile and the musicians change the tempo and the song is much more… subtle. Encouraging, whereas the last was overtly jovial.

“My prince?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Well, yes. Sir Harada promised to share with me the secret to his flaming sword.”

“Did he now?”

“He did. The archduke was quite curious, too, and Sir Harada seemed to have no qualms about sharing the information.”

“You don’t say.”

Your smile falters, dropping almost imperceptibly.

“Is there something you wish from me?” you ask, stepping closer, brows stitching together only slightly, concern starting to interrupt your pleasance.

“Dance with me.”

His request startles you as much as it does him. “My… my prince?”

He doesn’t even like dancing. Why did he say that? More pressing, why does he feel this way?

“I asked you to dance with me.”

Why does he want to dance at all?

“You most certainly did not ask.”

No, that’s not right. He doesn’t want to dance.

“I did.”

Not by himself, anyway. And not, it would seem, with anyone else.

“My prince,” you breathe with a grin. Comfortable, familiar. “That was a command. You’re attempting to command me to dance with you.”

But he wishes to dance with you.

“I did not mean it as such.”

At least once tonight.

“You may not mean it as such, but you tried nonetheless.”

Please.

“Then how’s this,” he starts, taking your hand in his before he bows, a proper request. “Will you dance with me, my lady?”

“Lady? That’s a bit strong.” You look away from him, unable to keep his gaze, though he looks not away. Despite this, you do not remove your hand from his.

“Is it?”

“Since when have I been a ‘lady?’” When you face him again, your smile drops. He remembers the comments the others made throughout the week, questioning your lack of nobility and wondering aloud how you obtained your appointment as his personal guard.

“Since tonight. Tonight, you are not my knight. You are my companion. My lady.” His words don’t change much for you—they never have—but you’re so dangerously close to giving him what he desires. “Please dance with me.”

“My prince…” You pull at his hand, bidding him to stand and face you properly.

“I wish to dance with you, Foxglove.”

He doesn’t need to hear it, but his heart nearly stops when you adjust your hand in his, stepping closer so he may hold you for a waltz. Your smile reflects none of the uncertainties you felt a moment before, achingly soft and just for him.

“As you wish.”

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ㆍ ☾ ㆍ One Fateful Full Moon ㆍ ☽ ㆍ

☾ Nevermore Academy AU

Psychic!Isagi Yoichi x Reader

Synopsis: Nevermore AU! Usually, Isagi’s visions would revolve around soccer or his teammates, this time however… it was different. This time it involved you going to the woods and being attacked by a werewolf.

Warnings: Nudity (nothing NSFW though), violence (?), general Wednesday Netflix series shenanigans, but not everything is based on Wednesday so some things might be different, perhaps swearing.

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The weather is cold… too cold for him to be sitting outside with nothing but his uniform on. Then again, when is it not cold at Nevermore Academy?

He admits he should’ve worn his jacket, but did he? No. Absolutely not. He feared that he might’ve regretted the circumstances far too late now.

So here he sat, among his teammates, who last he remembered, were playing charades in the middle of the courtyard like no one was watching.

“Smelly breath?” Bachira guessed, earning a head shake of disapproval from Kunigami.

“A person with smelly breath?” said Igarashi. “That’s what he said you dumbass!” chided another.

“Well, then I don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to be” again, Igarashi rebuked. Kunigami on the other hand, persisted even though no one knew what he was trying to act out; flailing his fingers around his face as if it was supposed to imitate flaring. Was he trying to act out a face on fire? Isagi couldn’t tell.

“It’s not a face on fire is it?” he tried to guess, but Kunigami shook his head once again. Well, it was worth a shot.

“It’s a Demogorgon…” Chigiri chimed in unenthusiastically. Somehow his answer was correct…

He usually doesn’t mind the cold all that much, but this is too cold even for him. He wondered how the rest of his friends seem to be holding up, despite not wearing any additional cold-weather attire.

“Seriously? How’re we supposed to guess Demogorgon from that”

"I've never even seen one before"

With that, the group broke out into small rebuttals and snide remarks, but Isagi was far too occupied with holding in a shiver to actually join in on the group’s chaos.

His demeanor finally broke when a strong gust of wind blew past them, and his hands flew to his sides in a pathetic attempt of protecting himself from the cold breeze.

The bell rang, much to his delight. So he quickly picked up his bag and said his goodbyes to his teammates before walking into the school building, where the temperature is arguably warmer than it is outside.

As he pushes through the ocean of students, he notices that his eyesight starts to get blurry– usually a telltale sign that he was about to get a vision. You see, Isagi is a psychic… He had the ability to foresee the future; and around the time when he first joined Nevermore’s soccer team, his visions only became more intense and vivid.

He found a way to sharpen this ability, of course. He’s even learned to use foresight to predict his opponent’s next move. Some might argue that this is an unfair way to play sports, but when you’re in Nevermore, outcasts are encouraged to hone and embrace their uniqueness.

So using his visions as a means to an end isn’t an outrageous thing to do… not when others can use telekinesis to move the ball in their favor, or when Gorgons use their power to petrify their opposing team– not to mention werewolves tend to be super strong and fast, so they’ve got that as an advantage already.

Usually, Isagi’s visions would revolve around soccer or his teammates, since his visions only tend to occur when he’s feeling a particularly strong emotion, like being hyped on adrenaline. This time… it was different.

He’d bumped into you in the hallways, and you quickly apologized before walking away, thinking nothing of the encounter.

But from his point of view, he saw flashes of a dark sky… trees… forest… a full blood moon, and… a creature…

No… not just any creature. A werewolf… a really mean-looking one.

He saw the beast lunge at him before attacking, then the vision flashes to an image of you, laying on the ground under a tree. You were injured; mostly your body was tattered with scratches, probably inflicted by the beast he saw earlier.

He finally came to when another student bumped into him. He opened his mouth to call out to you, but the repercussion of his vision prevented him from forming coherent thoughts in his head. In the end, he could only watch you as you disappear into the swarm of students, forcing him to walk away, afraid that if he dwells on you for too long, he might be late for class.

He spent the rest of the day thinking about the vision he’d just had. Worrying over the fact that you might be in danger. True he doesn’t know you all that well; he does know your name and you’ve spoken from time to time, but that is as far as his knowledge about you goes. He doesn’t even know what kind of outcast you are, but even so… his opinion of you stands in a positive light.

Needless to say, you’re not a stranger. If there was a chance that he could stop you from being gravely hurt, he should take it. The reason why the vision came to him in the first place was probably so he could prevent it from happening, right?

Without putting too much thought into it. He set off to find you after equipping himself with appropriate things he might need later on to face the feral werewolf.

Thankfully Isagi’s used to going to soccer training after class, so Bachira didn’t really question him when he left their shared dorm after classes and told him that “I’d be out late”.

His blue eyes fell upon the bright white orb in the deep navy sky. His boots prowled through the heaps of leaves that scattered across the earth's floor. To his dismay, the sky started pouring at a rapid pace. The ground beneath him became a lot softer, and inevitably it makes it hard for him to navigate through the forest. He should’ve brought a raincoat.

The pitter-patter of the rain and the booming of thunder didn’t help make it easier for him to find his way either– but by some miracle, he stumbled upon a familiar sight of a wooden sign standing a few feet from where he stood. He recognized that sign from his vision. This is the path you took before you got attacked by the werewolf. Now the question begs… where were you?

In the distance, through the sound of falling rain, he hears a screech. Although your voice sounded strangled, he could still recognize it. So he ran in your direction, lightning speed as fast as his feet could take him. He can hear your pained screams and gurgles, mixed with occasional howls and growls; in the back of his mind, he’d hoped he was not too late.

He eventually reached a clearing, and as he halted, so did your voice.

There was no one there… he was all alone… and whatever footprint was left to help him trace your steps would have been washed up by the rain. Aimlessly, he started scanning the area. He wanted to call out to you… to someone, but he’s afraid that by doing so, he might alert the werewolf of his presence instead.

He backed up a couple of steps before hearing a loud thump behind him.

He freezes. Then… from behind him, he heard a monstrous growl. Isagi didn’t need a vision to know what was standing behind him

His body turned around faster than he could even blink, and there stood behind him was the werewolf he saw in his vision. It stood on top of a rock and its stance tells him that the monster was ready to pounce. Suddenly the memories of the vision came rushing back to him.

The vision of the werewolf lunging forward and attacking…

That vision was going to happen. The vision he saw wasn’t of the werewolf attacking you, it was of the werewolf attacking him. You were probably long unconscious somewhere, that’s why he had a vision of finding you injured.

The beast roared before charging at him, just as his prediction foretold. Luckily he dodged the attack in time. He's probably got a few scratches on his palm now, but he'll worry about that later.

He was swift enough to get back up, grab a wooden log nearby, and smacked the werewolf across the face when it jumped at him again. Though, remembering that this is probably a fellow student, Isagi made a mental note to not be so rough.

He was about to give the beast another blow to the head when he stumbled on the wet slippery concrete beneath him. Curse the rain… why did it have to rain now of all times.

When the monster came running at him at full speed, he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket to grab the one thing he brought that could possibly save him from this quandary. Sleeping Stardust.

A small amount should be able to put even a mountain troll to sleep, but sleeping stardust isn’t known to be very effective when used in the rain. Isagi could only hope for the best as he throws the dust at the monster’s direction. With his eyes closed, he waited for his demise… luckily, the Grim Reaper has yet to make a visit.

The monster jumped back upon making contact with the sleeping stardust. It squealed and whimpered, shaking its head around; presumably trying to shake away the dust that had gotten into its eyes. Eventually, the werewolf fell to its knees.

The sleeping dust is working…

Then the beast dropped to the ground and fell unconscious.

Isagi let out a sigh of relief, but he wasn’t done here yet. He quickly got up to find you, however before he could take a step, the sleeping werewolf transformed back into its human form. The figure becomes more and more familiar the more human it becomes.

Finally, once the werewolf fully transforms, realization dawned on him like an anvil tied to a piano falling from the sky.

You were the werewolf…

Once the shock subsided, Isagi rushed to your side and wrapped his hand around your shoulder to pick you up. How stupid could he have been to not realize that the vision wasn’t of you being attacked… it was of you attacking him.

He pushed those intrusive thoughts aside. Right now making sure you’re okay is his priority. “Hey! Hey you okay?” he called out, pushing a strand of wet hair behind your ear. He then presses two fingers on your neck to check your pulse.

He knows sleeping stardust isn’t lethal, but he just had to make sure.

Your body slightly squirmed in his grasp as your eyes slowly crack open. “Oh thank God…” he breathed out, then he slowly helped you sit down. You asked what happened, and he told you,

“You wolved out… I’ll explain later once we find shelter… here, can you stand?” he said extending his hand to you, and you took his offer gladly before attempting to stand up, but ultimately stumbling as you tried to steady yourself.

Isagi was quick to react and catch you before you end up falling to the ground; you thank him.

He hadn’t noticed this before with everything else practically overwhelming his better judgment, although now that your body is literally pressed against his, he can no longer ignore the fact that you are stark naked before him.

“I-I’m sorry I–” you started, “I’ve never um… this is the first time…” you tell him.

By now he’s pieced it all together– this is your first time turning, hence why you were so aggressive towards him. Werewolves tend to have that effect when they first turn. They lose control of their humanity and the beast within completely takes over. Some are lucky enough to be able to be in control from the start; clearly, that’s not the case for you…

He had it all figured out, he really did... just... right now his brain is too bewildered to even comprehend intelligible thoughts. He could practically feel his face heating up, and his mind drawing a blank.

“I…I–well uh…” whatever brain cells he had left in his head had now flown out the window.

Have you not realized that you’re completely naked? Sleeping stardust does tend to make the consumer unaware of their surroundings for a little while. But regardless of how numb and unaware you are right now, you must be freezing cold.

“Ah!” he gasped, finally realizing the most important thing at the moment. “You’re probably freezing! H-here! Take my jacket!” he stuttered profusely, as he covers your body with his blazer.

“O-Oh… thank you,” you say, finally realizing your indecent apparel. You hug the blazer tighter, hoping it’ll help you cover up, but his blazer could only cover so much. He then guides you to a cave nearby where the two of you will take cover until the rain stops.

“Are you comfy? Cold? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks. He helps you to sit down, even though you insist that you’re capable of walking and sitting by yourself. It’s kind of endearing how doting he is of you.

Once the two of you settled, you waited for the rain to stop

“So… what were you doing out here?” he asks, likely to defuse the tension between you. “Mh… I wanted to clear my head… my family uh…” you paused. “They can be overbearing during the full blood moon… y’know since I… haven’t turned and all'' Isagi felt like he was prying now, he felt bad for asking.

“Heh… I guess they don’t have to worry about that anymore though” you say, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible. “What about you? Why are you all the way out here?” you return the question.

“I dunno’ intuition I suppose” he replied, perhaps a little way too honestly than he would’ve liked; before he could take back what he said, he heard you giggle. God, you sound cute when you laugh.

“I’m glad you followed your intuition… who knows what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t here to help” you feel him stiffen when you lay your head on his shoulder. If you were fully aware you’d probably pull back and apologize, but right now you were way too tired to even notice. Before you knew it, you closed your eyes and fell asleep again.

The sleeping stardust must’ve not worn out yet, Isagi thought. So he let you sleep beside him as he waited for the rain to stop.

He prays that the rain will stop before everyone wakes up. Otherwise, he might end up getting called to the principal’s office for coming out from the forest in the early mornings carrying a naked student in his arms. That would be a difficult situation to explain.

For now though… he’ll let you sleep.

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