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katsukiizmoon · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader | 18+ | Royal ! AU

Synopsis: The years have flown by with Katsuki, who fills your body and mind with fire. You'll keep him with you till the day you die and then after that, thanking whatever deities there are for him. Maybe you were put on this earth to love him, like every other lifetime.

Tags: Prince!Bakugo, Characters aged up, Reader & Katsuki are sexually inexperienced, Virginity loss, Smut, Unprotected sex, lovey dovery, mushy gushy, parents don't approve, kissing, flirting, general cute shit, fluff, happy ending, praise

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Holy fuck I wrote this in one day. I don't even know how I just kept writing and writing. I need to go get food now because I forgot to eat. This is so sickingly sweet your teeth are going to rot man. One suggestive scene, one smut scene, and a lot of praise. Kinda wanna do a part two to this...

Your feet press into the grass below you, twisting as you turn to view Katsuki. His face glows in the morning sun, specks of what looks like stardust grace his cheeks and your breath catches in your throat. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on in your twenty-three years of existence. For a moment, you truly soak in the idea of being put on this god forsaken planet just to meet him. Him, who sweeps your feet out from under you and lets you fall instead of catching you. There’s something otherworldly about his entire being and you’re positive you’ve loved him in every over life you’ve lived.

You run, feet digging into the dirt and thin dress bouncing as you do so. And you turn again, just to look at him. Who stands tall and broad, shoulders square and eyes forward at all times. Who raises a brow at you with a scoff as your hand reaches toward him. And your feet catch up under you, tripping on one another as you plummet to the ground. Dirt smears onto the side of your leg and a sprig of grass presses into your nose. Air knocked out of you, you lay heaving and looking up to where the stars once were and where they will be again.

“Goddamnit! I told you not to go running around, clumsy ass.” Katsuki hurries over in a few quick strides and peers over at you.

And god may the heavens, the hells, and anything between save your poor soul. His hair falls from his forehead, deep garnet eyes bore into your own and you think you’re going to die. You’ll do anything for him, in any moment, for just a taste of his partially chapped lips. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, then he releases the poor flesh, and his mouth opens. Then closes. Then it opens again and closes. This time, however, his jaw clenches as he does so. A thick palm reaches towards you for a moment and you take it.

“That was fun.” You gleam, with a toothy smile.

“No, honey, that was you being a dumbass.” He reminds.

“Oh yeah?” You grin, teeth dipping into your bottom lip as you ponder a thought. His brows raise before his eyes narrow. The cherry irises dig a hole in your soul and call it home, planting little seeds of wanderlust there. He knows you’re planning something.

Katsuki can tell by the way your fingers twitch like you’re resisting an inch, the uncontrollable grin spreading across your face. What he doesn’t know is what you’re planning. The gods have truly blessed him with a wild one, he thinks. Of all the rules he is expected to follow within the kingdom he lives, you are not one of them. His parents threw a toddler sized hissy fit when they started noticing the blush spreading across your cheeks when he was around. Their voices raising in anger, fists smacking down on the thick oak table that was meticulously crafted for only the most exquisite dinners. He denied it over and over, still to this day does, swearing on every book of worship he can that there’s “nothing there”.

But you both know it’s a lie. Hell- everyone- knows it’s deception. His mother, who cannot for the life of her understand, and his father- whom pinches his nose in stress every time he gets home late. They can see it in the glances you steal from the world towards one another. Or the extra plate he fixes himself, only to excuse himself to his “room” and not return for another three hours. After what felt like decades of fighting, it seems they’ve began to give up, on him. On the idea that he would drop your fragile, beautiful beating heart to the ground and allow it to weep and mourn the death of your blossoming union. As he’d rather kill them both, stealing the crown for the two of you, than he would lose your trust.

Within the few seconds he spent, gawking at the beauty of your everything, he forgot something important.

You were planning something.

Were.

Your hands grip onto him, foot, sliding to the back of his ankle to sweep him off his feet and onto the ground. Katsuki lands hard and you fall atop him. With a yelp and a groan, he looks at you incredulously.

“What the fuc-“ Katsuki starts.

You do not budge, allowing your body to lay between his bent legs, pressing your hands on his chest to keep him still. Your palms slide over the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the muscle underneath, and up towards his throat. Your fingers make claim around his jaw area, two behind his head and thumbs directly on his jaw. It is there that your lips and teeth profess their yearning for every piece of his beautiful being. Every part of him, you want to drown in. You breathe in his essence and soak it deep into the marrow of your bone, where it will stay forever. Traveling up your lovers throat and jaw, you make your way to his lips.

Neither of you thought you’d crave someone saliva so much in your life. But his lips, his tongue- your lips, your tongue- is sweeter than any syrup made from flowers and honey. It is a miracle the two of you have not simply passed away from being without one another. It has only been a week since you’ve kissed, only one. He swore he’d be back and you swore you’d kill him if he didn’t show. And when his tooth nips the right corner of your bottom lip, something feral and raw bubbles up in your blood. It’s hot and thick and makes you want to cry and beg and confess your love all at once.

Something about it drives you crazy and you truly feel like banging your head against the thick, stone walls, of the castle would be of use. Maybe it would soothe the ache that wells deep within the pits of your tummy and rushes down your legs and up your spine like fire. Where it controls you, takes over you, consumes you. And you’ve felt it once before, when he’d pressed you against a castle wall near the kitchen and kissed you so hard your lips felt like they’d bruise. Before he stalked down the hallway, head high, shoulders back, nodding to the person rounding the corner. He left that day, for the week- his mother sending him somewhere for swordsman skills.

A moan bubbles in the back of his throat when your hands lay purchase in the tufts of his thick hair. You pull, wanting him to be closer than ever before. His solid arms wrap around your torso and squeeze as the two of you begin huffing thin breaths of air into your lungs. You still feel as if you cannot get enough of him, like something is missing, and you’re going to go insane. The stars above have graced you with a lot of things- patience is not one of them and never will be. So your lips begin to suck on the crook of his neck, wanting to live there for eons.

Blue and purple blossoms against the skin and electricity shoots through the marrow of your bones when a groan escapes his pretty lips. Fuck. You want to do it again, and again, and again until your lips are sore and cannot go on. So you start again and relish in his fingers pressing future bruises into your hips. The charcoal grey top he has on turns a deeper shade, almost black, with the sweat from the both of you.

“Oh god-“ He whimpers out, as you pull your body up closer to him, thigh dragging across his crotch. His hips buck into the touch and you squeal, pulling back to take a breath.

With that, the two of you begin to call it quits, laying between the grass and stray dandelions, heaving. Your chests rise and fall sporadically and Katsuki is spending an extra moment gathering himself. The sun his high in the sky and when you straddle him he thinks he’s in heaven with the glow around your figure.

“Told you it was fun!” You giggle out, thumb grazing over his jaw as you marvel at his beauty.

Katsuki thanks the stars, the moon, the grass, the sun- everything for you. The wild spirit that told him to “take it easy” and shoved him down on the ground to claim his soul as hers. He’d spent hours training, doing anything and everything his parents asked of him. Sit up, walk straight, elbows off the table. But there was something burning in his core that begged to be fed, to be given just a twig here and there, something that allowed him to feel free. Then you, you came strutting through the castle with a basket of his clothing already folded. Muttering to yourself about how stupidly big the place was and how he was an asshole for not knowing how to “fold his own fucking draws”.

When you yelled at him for messing up your pile of neatly folded clothing, he thought he was hearing things. At first he was angry, as the prince, it was not your place to speak to him that way. But the other part of him wanted to worship you for seeing him like any and every other human being on the face of the earth. So he requested you more and slowly the bickering between the two of you became play fighting. The play fighting made its valiant transition into a peck on the lips here or there, or red cheeks while the other did even miscellaneous tasks.

His mother and father had always urged him to find love, offering him suitors of all shapes and sizes and races and kingdoms. They were all pretty in some manner, like Lillia, who made a crown of flowers for him as a gift. But he couldn’t bring himself to be anything other than angry with them. They wanted a spot on the throne, which was okay, it was the way of the people. However, Katsuki felt nausea bubble in the back of his mouth like acid reflux any time they did anything for him or attempted to get near him. Eventually, family determined he would just be without marriage, and would be required to lie with someone eventually for grandchildren.

You, however, oh lord, you. With angry words and a quick temper, soft plush lips and eyes that made him feel small. You were wild and broke every fucking rule set in front of you. He begs, for you, and only you. He’d break every bone in his body thrice and be confined to mashing grapes for the finest of wines for eons if it meant you gave him the time of the day. He’d do anything.

Later, the two of you are minding your own, going about the day without worry. You’re tending to some treats he requested for the room, a platter of sweets and fresh tea. When he waltzes into the room in a daze, amazed at your skill in pastry making once again. He checks behind him and closes the door.

“You, my love, will be the death of me.” Katsuki sighs, taking a bite out of a fresh fruit tart. He begins placing three sugar cubes into the glass to his right and one in his own, with a clink. You’re a sweet thing and your taste in tea is no different.

“Hmm? How so?” You ponder, stretching your shoulders.

Katsuki pulls off the shirt he’s wearing, a new one, to reveal multiple splotches of red and purple across his skin. Your mouth falls agape, in awe. You reach out to him, lightly smoothing the pads of your fingers over the bruising. Part of you feels guilty while something crude in your mind grins at the sight.

“Oh- fuck- I’m sorry! I got carried away.” You mumble, making a note to receive a fresh pack of ice to tend to it soon.

“It’s fine, asswipe.” He rolls his eyes.

It wasn’t the normal for the two of you. You’d never done that before. A peck on the lips here or there, occasionally if he was leaving off somewhere he’d kiss you harder, but you’d never gone that far before. Never had you’d allowed the beast in your soul to begin taking over, for a short amount of time. But god, you craved it again, again, again. He’d never find that out though, certainly. As you’d keep it locked away tight in the confines of your mind.

You return back to your duties for the day and do indeed make sure he receives a pack of ice for the bruising. He thanks you with another eye roll but you miss the way he stares at your body as you walk away. The day is filled with miscellaneous tasks such as tidying your own cabin, clearing plates and dusting the halls of the castles. As you approach the dining area, tea cups and kettle in hand, you overhear conversation.

“And what in heavens name is that on your collar, Katsuki?” His mother inquires, clearly unhappy. The metal clinks against the glass plates as someone sets a utensil down.

“Burned myself when I was working on blacksmith skills, damn.” Katsuki bites back.

“Uh-huh. I don’t believe you, have you been with Lillia?” She wonders loudly, taking a last bite of her dinner.

Your chest stings at the thought but you remind yourself that it is not your place. The dining area smells of fresh roast and potatoes, drizzled in gravy, and light dust from workers walking in and out of the room.

“Now why the hell would I be with her? I told you, I don’t like any of them, fuck off.” He grits, taking a gulp of water as he does so.

You take this as your chance to enter the room, tea tray in hand. As you do, you give Katsuki a pointed look, before placing the tray on the center of the table and grabbing any excess dishes to hand off to the dishwashers. Katsuki grabs a sweet off the tray and places it, not so gently, onto the smaller plate in front of him.

“These are amazing, my favorite.” He murmurs, grabbing three sugar cubes and placing them in the tea cup.

His parents watch in awe as he does so, only to see him realize his mistake and take two out, putting them back in the glass container full of the little cubes. He grabs the fresh mesh sachel of herbs, tossing them into the ceramic and slowly pours piping hot water over them. The small spoon to his right is used to stir the sugar in and he waits for it to steep.

“Thanks, y/n.” He says, and you begin walking away with the dishes after a quick nod of your head.

“Dear god the tension in this room is so thick I can cut it with a fucking knife!” His mother gawks, flabbergasted at the sight in front of her. Her own tea has began to steep by this point and you continue making your way to the exit of the dining hall. As soon as you walk through the door, a sigh of relief escapes your lips and your mouth speaks without your permission.

“Fuck.” You groan, leaning against the castle wall.

It is later, with the sun saying goodbye as it sets across the horizon, you sit after a fresh washing in a floral nightgown. A knock at your door startles you, until you hear the familiar grunt of Katsuki’s presence. Swiftly, you make your way to the door and open it with a creak.

You couldn’t really complain about your job, working at the castle. You were provided with a cabin, with all the essentials and excellent thick blankets to accommodate for winter. Your pay was small, but gave you more than enough to buy necessities and some amount of décor to keep your humble home looking alive. Possibly the best part, however, was the small garden like are that came with the cabin, fenced in. You spent all of your first pay, years ago, buying essential seeds and garden accessories. It truly helped more than anyone could ever imagine when times were tough.

Katsuki steps in, taking care to lock the door behind him as he kicks his shoes off and begins taking the unnecessary items off of his body. He keeps the earrings, though, that are shaped like moons and cling to his ears in a cuff. The thin gold chain stays wrapped around his neck, but everything else is taken off and tossed to the side. He pulls down the backpack like tote from over his shoulder and places it on the floor, along with a big paper bag that crinkles as it sits.

“Whatcha doin?” You wonder, reaching your hands around his back to pull off the thick belt his parents make him wear.

“Brought a couple things, wanted ta see you. We only got a couple hours today and I’ve been gone for a fuckin’ week.” He grumbles and begins reaching into the bag.

You head to the small sofa to your right, picking up a steeping cup of chamomile tea off of the coffee table in front of you and sitting down. The sofa is a little rough, but you bought a nice throw pillow or two and some plush blankets to increase comfort. You take joy that Katsuki has never mentioned the state of your home, except when you first began living there. He was an ass about it, then, but only because you had no allowance for food in your budget that week and he thought you were god awful at budgeting due to it.

He sits with you, propping his feet on the table and pulls out a fresh container full of pot roast for you to eat. Next, a bunch of seeds and fertilizer for your garden. Finally, he reaches deep into the bag and pulls out a thin, long box with velvet across the top of it. His name is engraved atop it, in gold lettering.

Your brows quirk up at that, body perking at the idea of what could be in that box. Your prayers to the stars are answered when he opens it to reveal a thin, dainty anklet. Gold, like a chain, with rubies in the shape of diamonds grace it. There’s a thin plate, with his name engraved into it on one side and on the other, it says “to eternity”. Your jaw begins to drop as confusion and shock spreads its wings across your face. He picks it up with thick fingers, and then grabs the inside of your calf, pulling it to the side and lifting up your foot. It’s subtle, the anklet. Not many will notice what it is, or care enough to see that it’s even there.

His fingers fiddle with the little piece of jewelry and you realize he is nervous as he fixes it around your left ankle.

And oh, Katsuki is. He’s so fucking nervous he feels like his heart is going to explode. None of his lucky stars told him it would be this terrifying to do something like this. No one warned him about the way his palms would sweat, the room would heat up, and his heart would lurch into his throat and make him want to run. But you’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever needed in life. He’s never been good with words, never been affectionate, and god he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re around. His soul suddenly feels fragile, like it never has before. As if it is a thin cylinder of glass in the palms of your dainty hands, that could shatter at any moment. You’re looking at him, confused, pretty little mouth open and cup of tea still in hand.

When he finishes, he thinks about saying he’s going to take a bath. But his hair is still wet from the one he just took in his own home. He only had all that junk on because his mother didn’t want him walking out of the castle without it. So when his eyes meet yours, he croaks. He means to speak, means to tell you all the things he loves about you. From your hair, your nose, lips, personality, love for nature- everything. But he doesn’t, he just wordlessly gawks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

Your lips are on his, hot and heavy. Your cup of tea is all but forgotten as you smacked it down on the table. It has taken you both 8years to get to this point, four to be exact. Never did you think you’d be launching yourself onto the princes lap and trying to press your very souls together. He gasps out in shock and you lay purchase on his chest, sliding your hands under his shirt and up, touching anything you can get your hands on. Your lips trail down his jaw, behind his ear, and the expanse of his neck.

His throat feels like it’s going to close up, blood hot from your body pressing against his. One of your legs swings over onto each side of him, pressing your middles together while you leave more purple bruises up and down his throat. Both of your middles are hot, you think you might melt into him. Like hot lava, that same electricity jolts through your body as you’d accidentally pressed your crotches together and rocked forward. And oh, that felt good. He’s making noises underneath you, fingers digging into the skin of your plush bum and he thinks he’s going to hell in a handbasket.

And he’ll do it happily if he dies like this.

Your nightgown leaves little to the imagination, which certainly doesn’t help him out in this situation. He’s as hard as a rock and never experienced pleasure on this plane of existence before. Typically pleasure for him was spending a little time tucked away in his bedroom, with his hand and his imagination. He never really thought about anything, though. Occasionally he’d think about the way your lips felt on his and begin to wander with those thoughts, before calling himself a an uncouth man and avoiding it. His parents never really talked with him about.. pleasure so to speak. They spoke of lying with someone as a chore, a duty, never mentioning that it could be pleasurable even once.

But now? He’s addicted to you. His body feels hot all over as you lightly grind the your clothed crotch against his own. His trousers are thin, as are your undergarments and he thinks he’s going to explode because you’re wet. You’re so wet you’re beginning to seep through the thin fabric of your plain, cotton panties and he thinks he’s on fucking fire. He can feel it. Your lips and tongue are all over his neck and he’s breathing heavier than he did when training for hours in the summer heat.

He’s spent his entire life chasing a high only to find that his one and only drug is feeling in love. And god, he needs his fix of you, or he’ll go mad and destroy kingdoms until the day he dies searching for you. His body feels like it’s been pulled on a string, the center of his chest lighter than it has ever been in his twenty four years of life, may he forever feel this.

Your break away from him to take a moment to breathe and in the process yank off his shirt. Muttering “I need to see you or I’ll die” and he swears he hears you whisper the words “so beautiful” when it finally comes off. Your arms wrap around, up under his own to drag your nails down the planes of his back. He lets out a gasp, sitting up and flipping you onto your back, hand cradling the back of your head so it doesn’t hurt. You look at him like he created the constellations in the sky and he almost cries when you moan. His cherry eyes, deep and startling, rake down the picture of you and focus on your lips.

They’re puffy, slick with spit and he needs a taste or he’ll starve to death.

By the time his lips are on yours, your lips flutter shut and he’s muttering out praise between kisses. Your nimble fingers slide into his hair and grip like you’ll float away without it. His hips kick forward at that, sliding against your covered and slick folds in the process. A moan falls off your lips and it wraps its lustful embrace around his throat because he makes a strangled noise. The deities, whomever, whatever they are must be real because he’s experiencing euphoria and heaven and hell all at once and it must be punishment and reward for his past lives.

“You’re so fucking- fuck” He gets out, and when you hear a whimper leave his lips something takes a hold of you like you’re a puppet.

Your hands move on their own, reaching down between you, for you to do something licentious, that if anyone in the kingdom knew about they’d call you names. And they make their way between your bodies, gripping onto his erection and moving your palm up and down a little. It isn’t a lot but it’s enough that Katsuki moans like he’s desperate and almost in pain. His fingers find stability in the plush blanket beneath you and he grips for dear life. And oh, my god, you feel the electricity in the air now. You can almost see it.

You’ve never wanted something so bad as you want him. In every meaning of that word, you want him. You yearn for him to claim your body like it is his, and only his, and you’d die happy. His fingers release their death grip on the blanket and instead, one hand trails up your night gown while the other props his thumb on your cheek. Your body is hot all over and you already need another bath after this, you think. You’re not thinking clearly, fog clouds your discretion and you begin acting rather than thinking. Inhibition lowered, you guide his thumb to your lips and palm at him a bit more roughly.

His jaw drops open at the sight in front of him. Your hair is a mess, nightgown hiked up, and you begin to suck on his thumb with spit slick lips. Your eyes peer into the depths of his soul as you do it, half lidded, and intentional. It is lewd, provocative, and he’s on cloud nine. Your ministrations are becoming more sure, more certain with every second that passes by as sounds leave him. But he’s always been a bit competitive, a little proud, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel good, too.

Your lips forget their task when his fingers press between your soaked, cloth-clad, folds. A sound you didn’t know you could make tells him he should keep going and he begins testing the waters. First he moves up and down, from the top to bottom, in the center, and you respond okay to it. It feels good but like something is missing. So, he tries something new, using two fingers to work in circular motions, feeling around. Something about it feels right even if he has no idea what he’s doing.

Your hips jolt, legs shaking and you begin singing expletives in response to his movements. His cock jumps in his pants with every sound you make and it takes everything in him not to jolt forward and press the tip of it against the heat in front of him. At this point, you’re biting on your lip, when you use your hands to yank him closer to you, nails digging in. He continues working you and you find sanity by biting as hard as you can into his shoulder, hiccupping from pleasure that is so good it almost hurts.

“Fuck- I love you. God I love you .” Katsuki pushes out, voice hoarse and searching for your response.

When you say it back, you repeat it like a broken record. Hiccuping, as a tears begin to well in your eyes from how good you feel. But you could feel better and you know you could. You both know you could and fuck it. You both need this. You’re addicts who can’t stop getting high off of one another’s scent and existence. Inhaling sweet fruit tart like aromas you both can’t get enough of. Your lungs burn when he isn’t around, your body aching and begging for the love of your life to come closer again. You’ve never been a romantic, never in your life, but this has to be love because you’d rid of every star in the goddamn sky to make room for him to be the brightest.

The sun pales in comparison to what happens next.

You squirm under his touch and remove his hand, he pauses, confused. Worry walks its way across his face and his mouth opens to say something until you hook your fingers into your panties and begin sliding them down. The moment he realizes where you’re taking this, he loses all control of himself and rips the side of them so that they hang off of your right ankle. You take pride in how desperate he becomes when he searches your eyes for an answer. You confirm and he is holding onto his sanity with a very thin string.

The string is going to snap one day, and, when it does, he’s going to take everything his kingdom has to offer and give it to you. He’ll search every corner of the earth and give you anything you wish for.

“I want you inside me, Katsuki” You whimper out and the string gets pulled a little tighter, a little closer to snapping.

“Oh my god.” He groans, yanking his own bottoms off and crawling between your legs.

Katsuki figures you’ve never done this, like him, but he read a book once that said it can hurt if you’re not prepared. So he starts slow, with one finger, sliding it in and out. One finger becomes two and he begins feeling around until a certain “come here” motion has you throw your head back and gasp. Your legs begin to shake and he’s so unbelievably in love, he realizes. Because as much pleasure as it brings him, he thinks about getting you another pillow so your head won’t hurt.

“You’re-“ You gasp, and he sits back on his heels.

He grip his cock with a firm hand at the base, pushing the tip in and he’s big. He’s so much bigger than you’d thought. You’re so full, to the brim, going to spill over if he keeps going and it stings but you don’t want him to stop. You can’t fathom this high ever ending.

He begins talking you through it, while he tries to grab onto the last little inkling of his sanity.

“Such a good girl- so good- you can do it baby you can do it.” He mutters out, kissing all over your face. When his fingers come down to work in circular motions, you’re done for. Something has you pulled up by rope and everything goes black for a moment, and you’re floating. Nothing in the world matters as much as him, to you. Nothing matters except here and now where he’s got his length fully pressed to the hilt in side of you.

When you start squeezing inside of him, repeatedly, his hips speed up, and he realizes he’s going to cum. His mouth betrays him and he starts rambling on, desperate for release. His hips frantically smacking into yours as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head. You keep saying you love him, that he’s good, that he’s perfect, muttering it all to yourself and you don’t realize he can hear it all. The praise fills his veins and courses through his heart like it is made to be there. It has made itself a home in his soul and he will never let it go. He doesn’t care if he has to lock it down in a cage and throw the key away.

“Gonna make you mine-you’re mine. My pretty girl, my love, g’nna steal the stars in the sky n give ‘em to you- fuck, you’re so pretty, I love you, love you.” He rambles, filling you to the brim with cum.

The pair of you sit after and bask in post-sex glow. You’re going to take the water from the sea and find a way to turn it to wine, so he’ll understand how drunk you get off of looking at his eyes. You’re going to give him anything and everything he’s ever wanted in this world because he is all you have ever wanted. The moon sits high in the sky, watching over the two lovers she blessed herself, gracing them. You’re going to start a shrine out of gratefulness, for him.

His hair looks like the sunrise and his eyes remind you of cherries straight off the plant, attitude like fire and chili peppers, and his body is made of only the most beautiful minerals.

He looks like he’s going to cry when he has to leave early that morning, to tend to all of his duties. But he kisses you hard before he goes, saying he’ll miss you like the stars miss their loved one when it goes nova. And when you watch him walk away flowers bloom in your chest. The thorns prick at your heart and you tell them it’s okay. He leaves straightens his shoulders, keeps his eyes forward and walks through the castle halls later that day with a grin. His parents begin to chastise him for being out late again and he promptly tells them to kick rocks.

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ethereal-night-fairy · 4 months

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Heavenly saviour

This short fic was inspired by this artwork.

What if we had a reverse Knight Au where the reader is female knights similar to valkyries in the Thor movies. And Ghost gets to be the pretty prince who's been unfairly kept and tortured only to be saved by his darling. (Tbh I have no idea who's kidnapped ghost but I just want to see him be saved by a female knight)

I know I said female knight but I wrote this as gender neutral to include everyone who wants to play the saviour for ghost.

Prince!Ghost x GN Knight!reader

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Words: 1k

Warnings: MDNI, gore, blood, torture, trauma, love at first sight, pining if you squint.

The dungeon is cold, dark and decrepit. The smell of mold and iron was suffocating. But he had no other choice but to breath it. Thankfully the darkness shrouded his mangeled body. Hiding it from his own view for the time being. But the mutilated images persisted in his mind. Simon heaved the air collapsing in his lungs. They had left him hung and from his ribs, red crimson liquid pooling at his feet. The hook so meanly embedded into his tender flesh. He was no better than a pig hung after slaughter. Though his captors weren't as kind to put him out of his misery. He wouldn't be surprised if it was his father who had sold him to these people for some cheap entertainment. The kingdom was on the brink of collapse anyway, the fucker was probably hoarding as much money as he could. Nor him or his brother could do anything to protect anyone from their fathers wrath. He vowed if he got out of here alive he'd do anything in his power to save his people and family from demise.

His muscles screamed from being pulled and stretched unnaturally. His vision blurry from the pain and stray tears. His pale body scarred beyond recognition. Red hot slashes decorating his supple flesh. His breathing becoming laboured as he whispers his mother's name thinking this was the end.

In his delirium he thinks he hears distant screams followed by shouting. Heavy footsteps by the dozen clambered down like thunder over his head. Their boasterous movement rung out through the manor vibrating down to the dungeon. Had someone come save him? Had God sent him a saviour? Had salvation finally come? If he could scream he would have screamed and shouted until his vocal chords tore but he was fatigued and barely able to keep his head up. If this truly was a hallucination he wishes to see his mother caressing his cheek before he passes. If he truly wasn't forsaken, God would grant him this small request before his last breath.

The screams died down, maybe it was all in his head after all. It was hard to tell if anything was real anymore. Maybe he was already dead and this was his purgatory. All he could see was the congealed blood at his feet. The same blood painted his skin an awful shade of red. He heard heavy footsteps descending the stairs. Ones he would often dread. So he waits patiently for whoever had decided to put him out of his misery.

When the crash comes he desperately opens his eyes to look at the broken entrance to the cellar. Trying to figure out if it was a friend or foe. There you stood in all your glory. The light coming from the lit staircase bounced off your armor creating a celestial glow around you. The tears in his eyes caused the light to distort making it look like the heavens had blessed his knight with golden wings.

He watched you walk towards him with confident steps. Your expression ghastly, a bloody sword clutched in your hand. He couldn't quite make out your features; he was too delirious at this point. But you look like an angel; here to enact divine justice. Everything felt fuzzy and shapeless the closer you got. Like he was floating away.

But that changed the second you touched his mutilated skin. You brought him crashing down to reality. Like Icarus plummeting to his demise, the only difference was you were here to catch him. Every nerve ending springs alive to throw him back in the cycle of his never ending pain. Your words are soft and soothing as you try to get him to settle. He wished he could make out your features properly. Wished he could burn your image into his mind. But fresh tears obstructed his view. Gasps and groans spill from his cut face when you pry away the hook that's lodged between his ribs, taking the brunt of his weight.

You lower his body to the ground as you tell you've got him now. That you'll take care of everything from here. He shows you a smile so kind and sweet you wondered how anyone had the heart to harm him. Though It didn't matter anymore they were all dead now. Laying in pools of their own blood when you had chopped them down like the animals they were. You watch the prince go in and out of consciousness as you tie rags to his most open wounds.

“Captain! King Price has sent word! The castle has been captured! All occupants were killed before the arrival of our army. Reports say the previous King went on a murder rampage before fleeing with a small entourage. Prince Simon wasn't found among the dead bodies!”, one of you soldiers comes down to report to you waiting at the entrance of the cellar. Your body obscuring his view of the person you were tending too. You take the handkerchief off on your arm as you go to tie it around the prince's face making sure not to obstruct his ragged breathing in any way.

“Go now tell the King all noble houses have been dealt with…Prince Simon wasn't found among any of the bodies”, the soldier leaves immediately at your words as you lift the Prince's body in your arms. Ready to carry him to safety. You'll report the truth to the King later. But there was no way you'd let this poor prince suffer any more humiliation than he had already experienced.

His brother and mother didn't deserve to die the way they did. And you'd do your utmost to make sure you'll protect the prince, like he had protected you when you were only but a mere peasant. His smile never changed, not even after all the torment he faced. Even though they had tried to carve it out of him; no bruise or scar could ever take away from his radiance.

This was a new era for him. One in which you plan to be his sword. To be his shield, to be his…just his. He could use you however he sees fit. You will stand by him regardless; come hell or high water.

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gurugirl · 21 days

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how is mean king harry coming along bestie? x

I'm chipping away at it!! I'll be honest... I'm trying to keep the story period appropriate (I'm imagining this being like 1800s??) but it's difficult - the language, the common items, plus all the stuff that goes into what royalty deals with... So it might take me some time because I've been researching things for it, but I've got a chunk of it written up!

Here's a tiny bit of what I have (unedited totally so please bear with me) to get a feel for what the story is going to look like (at least the first part). This takes place before he meets Y/n.

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“Your Majesty, we apologize for the intrusion, but it is time to get to the order of official business.”

“You wouldn’t have to apologize if you weren’t intruding, now would you?” Harry’s groggy voice spoke as he remained sprawled on his back in his warm velvet bed with three naked women lying draped over his limbs still fast asleep and unaware of the two men standing at the King’s chambers door.

“May it please Your Majesty if we return in one half-hours’ time? Our Lord Mayer and the Orders of Council are awaiting you in the Great Hall. This is a very important meeting, Sir.”

Harry knew he had a meeting set up. He knew it was important to keep it and he understood the levity of it all. But he couldn’t resist when he took three lovely young things with him to his chambers and they each let him do as he pleased. He’d just been crowned King for Christ’s sake! He deserved to sew his wild oats before things got heavy and real and it was time to get down to the nitty gritty of his new stifling responsibilities.

“I will find myself in the Great Hall in one half-hours’ time. No need to return.”

“Yes, Sir. And what should we tell our Lord Mayer of your tardiness?”

“Fuck’s sake! I don’t care! Tell them I’ve got my privy member sallying forth and I’m in the sack with three concubines if you like! Our Lord Mayer can wait a half hour. Give him a thumb of brandy. Tha’ should keep him with a smile.”

It was this very attitude that had the folk of Thornekeep nervous. Harry’s proclivity for saying what he pleased with little regard for the people he was saying it to.

#ask #mean king!harry #king!harry #royal!au #harry styles x reader

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nordie-scribbles · 8 months

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More Royal!Au but based on the #kacchakoweek2023 prompt “Firsts”

Scene inspired by “shall we dance” from the King and I

#royal!au #ochako uraraka #bakugou katsuki #bnha!au #kacchako

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daydreampending · 1 month

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The Lost Princess

Years after running away from your kingdom, escaping your regal duties and joining a pirate crew, you find yourself back under the hand of a royal realm. Forcefully entwined amongst a palace’s workers, you struggle to hide your true identity.

An identity that once had the entire seven seas searching for you. An identity that grew up accustomed to stately etiquette and its rules. An identity that once belonged to the heir of a throne.

Pairings: Eddie x Princess!Reader, Pirate!Eddie x Pirate!Reader, Prince!Steve x Pirate!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Mutual Pining | Hidden Secrets

Main Masterlist

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 (coming soon)

Moodboard

#eddie munson #steve harrington #pirate!eddie #prince!steve #pirate!au #royal!au #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x you #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #princess!reader #pirate!reader #princess!pirate!reader

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kalmar-202 · 9 months

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Yappy‼️

Some AUs for you guys but with Julie YAYYY

(Small tw:: eye contact)

Usually in different AUs people pay attention more to Wally, but I like Julie so much and in some AUs she is just soo gorgeous‼️‼️‼️😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲

So here some of 'em:

Royal!Julie (@neonross )

Playhouse!Julie (@memento-sori )

IE!Julie (@deep_sea_angel (TikTok))

Golden Apple Rivalry aka Pirate!Julie (@yashielynn073 (TikTok))

Reboot!Julie (@bloodrediscream )

#my art #artists on tumblr #welcome home #welcome home fanart #welcome home art #wh art #julie joyful #welcome home julie #royal!au #reboot!au #playhouse!au #IE!au #pirate!au

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kiwi-solace · 10 months

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Devotion’s Fall (Teaser)

Brief: While living may not be as easy and comfortable as many, it was just fine to Y/n. Resigning herself to the circumstances, she’s come to accept her life and the future. When assisting a friend in attending the annual party of the kingdom’s prized royalty in finding their final soulmate for the first time, she expects a few days of playing pretend of what she wishes to be. But one should always be careful with the words you speak into the world.

Word Count: 993

Warnings: moderate injury, yandere (you know the drill), controlling behavior

A/N: Would you believe me if I said this was supposed to be finished in March? Btw Italics are not being spoken out loud! It’s in her head that’s all. Anyways, feel free to message me (￣∇￣)

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Keep moving.

That’s all she could think of as she navigated through the dense forest that surrounded the kingdom’s domain. Seeking safety was top priority even if it brought her further away from a place she almost called home.

Dodging the various roots and vines of the forest floor had taken a toll on her bare feet. There was no time to care about something as simple as shoes when there was rarely a moment of opportunity for this getaway. Deluded were she, to ignore the signs and fall victim to their sweet nothings and reassurances. There had to be a catch. It was stark in hindsight.

Lungs has since yelled for her user to stop for a simple break, but that’s too much of a luxury to afford for the situation, let alone being in a simple nightgown. The alarm bells keep the adrenaline pumping, knowing you only had a small headstart. You can hear the storming footsteps behind you even on this stormy night. The thunder unable to drown out those sent after you–those coming after you themselves. They’re getting too close for comfort.

“Find her now! If you come back without her you’ll have bigger problems to deal with than finding a mere human.”

“We’re tired of this game of cat and mouse love.”

“It’s too dangerous outside for you— stop running.”

There it was. Those damned commands they started using within you. Their blood is the cause of this. The entire connection is cursed. Why had she been chosen for not just one, but eight creatures that have sought not just her heart, but her unconditional love and obedience.

Fighting the command with all her might slowed down her pace, a splitting headache begins in dismay of her disobeying. I will listen to you no more.

Being within a 50 mile radius of just one of them— let alone the eight of them— was more dangerous than the outside world. It’s sunshine and rainbows compared to them. With that thought, she attempts to speed up once again, only to trip on a slippery root infront of her beyond the kingdom’s wall. While the rain did aid in masking her scent with its downpour, it came to be her downfall when traversing haphazardly. It mocks her really. To know that you’re so close to being free from their jurisdiction, but even then there’s only one question: what happens? She laughs to herself at the thought. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or she’s losing it completely, but what’s to stop their pursuit even after fleeing the kingdom. They’ve proven to know no bounds when it comes to getting their way. Manipulation. Lies. Murder. It’s nothing new.

Groaning from the fall and newly acquired bruises, she attempts to get up again only to give out as another command is forced through. “Stop Now.”

Everything begins to hurt as you try to resist again, but it’s futile. Finally, with her knees to the grown and head hung, she stops.

Things never went accordingly. From your failure in aiding your friend in being chosen all the way to the hell that was to come as being the “missing piece” in this kingdom’s royal bloodline. It’s a curse. She doesn’t know who she wronged in life to be given such circumstances, but they succeeded in making her life miserable and seemingly temporary.

This was never her wish. Her words were twisted from a mere joke. It just goes to show how a person should always be careful with what they put out into the world. She can hear the gods laughing at her.

“Surround the area, I’m approaching!” Not like I can move.

She knows she won’t be let off easily this time being caught. Feigning innocence isn’t possible in this situation when knowingly disobeying the commands of her lovers— the king and his seven princes. The very beings responsible for the well-being of the kingdom and its prosperity.

Beings that promised when they found their missing bond, would they cherish and take care of them wholeheartedly. They’d know nothing except leisure and comfort as they delivered on their word of giving them the love they deserved. Thinking back, is this what she deserved? Tension, anger, exhaustion, skittish, helplessness—all things you’ve felt since your life had been uprooted from its natural continuance of a humble life.

“What did I deserve?” She spoke to no one.

Death seems to be the only way out from here. Her humanity a reminder that she still has something against them—something she can proudly claim. A way out. Maybe she should’ve been one of the many men and women throwing themselves at them. It looks like they got the better end of the stick with just dealing with rejection rather than this. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, she brings her knees to her chest slowly so as to not disturb her injury and rests her forehead atop her knees. The rain still pelting around her seemed to mask the approaching footsteps, or maybe she just didn’t care anymore. There’s no time to decide which one it is when said figure crouches beside her and places a hand on her shoulder.

“Did you finish your little adventure?”

Yeosang. It wasn’t said aloud, either to let the others into the conversation through their connection or because he knew she wouldn’t reply verbally. She didn’t care.

Met by silence, Yeosang sighs before repositioning himself to lift up his prize as the fragile princess he believes she is. The trek back wouldn’t take too long for him even with her in his arms.

“As much as we love you, you know the others will not let this go so easily,” he said out loud knowing it didn’t matter if there was a reply. Effective enough, the threat alone made her shiver because she knew what was waiting for her back in the castle would be the final descent into madness they’d want. Full compliance.

Their heaven, her soon to be hell.

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elexaria · 3 months

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thinking abt writing drabbles for a royal! au with king mactavish <3 he’s a great king to his people, comes across as a right miserable bastard when the three english kings pay him a visit — king simon of mercia, king john of northumberland and king kyleric of wessex. the english, och.

it’s a proposition for the kingdoms to all unite under the growing threat of invasions from ancient colonies. king mactavish laughs at the idea, his fingers stroking his thick beard with a grin. “aye, let ‘em try!” he roars, his royal consort erupting with laughter. the three english kings side eye one another, and king simon has to stop himself from reminding john and kyleric that, well, he told them mactavish wouldn’t want to unionise.

(i need you all to know that neil ellice rn is the inspo. big hairy man…. im foaming at the mouth)

#elexaria writes #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #gaz garrick #tf141 #royal!au #royal! 141

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piakae · 9 months

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not disappointed ☆— c. soobin

synopsis ➔ you don’t want to go to a royal party, soobin understands.

pairing ➔ prince!soobin x princess!fem!reader

genre ➔ fluff, comfort, royal!au

word count ➔ tba.

warnings ➔ spelling mistakes ???

i can barely breathe and i am hideous. it’s soobin’s favourite colours, red and gold, but it pales me, and i feel as though i am stuck in a tight box and expected to enjoy it. i try to convince myself that it will be over in a few hours, the party, the talking, and that soobin will be there to comfort me. but it doesn’t work.

i stand in front of the mirror, piercing myself with my own insecure and uncomfortable stare.

he enters my room, closing the door carefully and turning towards me before smiling uncontrollably. it makes me jealous and even sad. his eyes crinkle and he lets out a sigh,

“you are beautiful.”

he has this way of words that make would my stomach curl and twist and bend until it’s misshaped, if it didn’t already feel this way from the tightness of the delicate yet strong corset. i smile nevertheless, making eye-contact with him through the mirror.

soobin looks fantastic. he’s clad with red and gold fabrics with tiny intricate details that only the creative would notice. his figure is intelligently shown off with a juxtaposed regality that only he could hold. his hair is fixed to only show the left side of his forehead, the rest pushed back –except for one stray, which i will push back later.

he approaches me and presses a kiss to my neck, hands laying on my waist careful not to disturb the beautiful dress i’m adorned in. though i wish he did disturb. i wish he ripped it off me, and not for lustful reasons, but for the simple reason of that i was utterly and uncontrollably uncomfortable. the back of the golden buttons dug into my flesh, the gorgeous corset felt as if it was breaking my bottom ribs, and the colour paled me, i looked sick. i did not look beautiful, nor feel it. that’s why i didn’t reply to his compliment, instead turning into his body heat for comfort and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“are you ready to leave, darling?” he asks, a caring, small smile displayed on his face, before it suddenly disappears. the insecurity has over taken me and i turn from him expecting him to realise my makeup was unsettling, my dress unappealing, or my face weaker. “what’s wrong? you don’t seem like yourself.” soobin asks, following my body with his hands.

i only turn my head, and nearly crumble at the sigh of his obvious concern that’s ruining his perfect visuals. uncertainty pushes my gaze away and causes my fingers to play with a top layer of crimson silk. i look back at myself in the mirror, avoiding soobin‘s stare, and realise it’s not only the dress that’s turning me away from this seemingly enjoyable party. i feel sick, i’m tired and anxious. i have never been the party type, but i faked it to make my parents and friends happy, to make h/n happy. i have never once turned down a ceremony or party.

“you don’t want to go?” he says, lowly. and i cannot lie, so i stay silent. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“i do want to go. i do… it’s just…” i turn to him, shoulders slumped, “i don’t know.”

“do you feel sick?” he asks, coming closer as i shrug. “don’t lie to me, y/n. if you don’t want to attend then we will not. it’s not a big deal.” he grabs my hands and leads me to sit down on my plush vanity chair. “we can lay down and talk, you can get out of the dress you obviously hate,” i give him a look, “yes, i could tell. and we can stay home.” he reassures me with his signature smile and i can’t resist to mirror it. i nod, searching for some kind of disappointment in his eyes. i frown when i find some.

“you are disappointed in me. you do not have to stay home, you can go to the party - i’m perfectly capable to stay home - or i will just go to the party. i truly don’t mind-“

“i’m not disappointed that you don’t want to go to the party. i’m disappointed that you’d lie to me, that you’d sacrifice your own comfortability for my personal enjoyment. don’t get me wrong, you look gorgeous right now, but you obviously don’t feel it.” my eyes well with tears, he continues, “now go take off the makeup and the dress, i’ll go make tea.” soobin smiles, kisses me on the cheek with tenderness and love, and exits the room to leave me in a happy, love sick mess.

tags — @i520cm @raevyng @enhacolor

a/n — royal au’s have my heart

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lov-kitty4peanut · 1 year

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Our love in every timeline

Synopsis: To everyone's knowing, in every universe Mammon and Mc are meant to find each other no matter what (in the original timeline of Om!swd, in the timeline of S3 and aswell as in Nightbringer), so they're like soulmates right? So what if they met in a sort of Royal!AU, with Mc being of a royal family and a villager Mammon trying to seduce them?

Characters; pairing: Mammon x gn!Mc Warning/TWs: None I think

Genre/Tropes: fluff; established relationship

Content: gn!reader; gn!mc; they/them pronouns

You were attending a buffet at the castle, surrounded by lords and ladies from all over the kingdom. As a member of the royal family, you had grown accustomed to these types of events, but you still found them to be tedious and boring. You were about to excuse yourself from the party when you saw him.

He was standing in the corner, a little bit out of place among the nobles. He had a mischievous grin on his face and his eyes were sparkling with mischief. You couldn't help but be drawn to him. You made your way over to him and struck up a conversation.

His name was Mammon, and he was from a small village on the outskirts of the kingdom. He and his brothers had come to the castle to try the food at the buffet, which they had heard was the best in the land. You found his story fascinating and you enjoyed talking to him. You were surprised to find that he was funny, charming, and intelligent, despite his rough exterior.

As the night went on, you found yourself drawn to Mammon more and more. You couldn't explain it, but there was something about him that made you feel alive. You laughed at his jokes and listened intently as he talked about his life in the village. You could tell that he was nervous around you, but he tried his best to hide it.

As the night wore on, you and Mammon found yourselves talking more and more. You didn't even notice the other guests leaving, so engrossed were you in each other's company. You talked about everything from politics to the latest gossip in the kingdom. You found yourself fascinated by his opinions and his insights.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself reluctant to say goodbye to Mammon. You knew that you shouldn't be spending so much time with a commoner, but you couldn't help yourself. You were falling for him, and you knew that it was dangerous. You could see the same feelings reflected in his eyes, but he tried to hide them as best he could.

Over the next few days, you found yourself thinking about Mammon constantly. You had been spending more time with him lately, and you were starting to realize that you had a lot in common.

One day, while you were walking in the castle gardens, you saw Mammon sitting on a nearby bench.

"Hey," you said, walking over to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to run into you," he said, smiling. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

You felt a little nervous as Mammon spoke. You had been enjoying spending time with him, but you weren't sure what he wanted to talk about.

"What is it?" you asked.

Mammon took a deep breath. "I know that we come from different worlds, but I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me."

You felt a little surprised by Mammon's question. You had been enjoying spending time with him, but you hadn't thought of him in a romantic way.

"I don't know," you said, feeling a little uncertain. "I mean, I like spending time with you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for a relationship."

Mammon nodded. "I understand. I just wanted to ask. Maybe we could start as friends and see where things go."

You smiled at Mammon, feeling a little relieved. You had been worried that he was going to confess his feelings for you, but you were glad that he had suggested taking things slowly.

"I'd like that," you said. "Let's start as friends and see where things go."

Mammon smiled back at you. "Great. I'm looking forward to it."

You spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the gardens with Mammon, feeling a little more relaxed now that you knew where you stood with him. You weren't sure what the future held, but you were excited to find out.

One night, you were sitting alone in your room, trying to focus on your book, but your thoughts kept drifting to Mammon. You couldn't stop thinking about him and the time you'd spent together.

As you read, you found your mind wandering to memories of Mammon. You remembered the way he had looked at you when you first met, how he had made you laugh, and how he had held your hand during your walks together.

You couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about Mammon that made you feel alive and happy.

You put down your book and sighed. You knew that you shouldn't be thinking about Mammon so much. After all, you had only just met him. But you couldn't help the way you felt.

You got up from your chair and walked over to the window. You looked out at the beautiful view of the castle gardens, but your mind was still on Mammon.

You wondered what he was doing right now. Was he thinking about you? Did he feel the same way you did?

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You knew that you needed to focus on other things, but it was hard when your mind was so consumed by thoughts of Mammon.

As you stood there, lost in thought, you heard a knock at the door. You turned around to see Mammon standing in the doorway, a small smile on his face.

"Hey," he said, stepping into the room. "I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk?"

You felt a jolt of excitement at the sight of him. You couldn't believe that he was here, standing in your room.

"Sure," you said, trying to hide your smile. "I'd love to."

As you walked through the castle gardens together, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. You knew that you were still getting to know Mammon, but you couldn't help feeling like you had found something special.

You didn't know what the future held, but you were excited to find out.

As you reached the end of your walk, you turned to Mammon.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," you said, feeling a little sad that your time together had come to an end.

Mammon nodded, but he didn't say anything. You could tell that he was lost in thought.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking at him with concern.

Mammon hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said, but you could tell that something was bothering him.

You didn't want to push the issue, so you said goodbye and began to walk away.

As you walked, you couldn't help but think about Mammon. You wondered what he was thinking about and if he was okay.

Meanwhile, Mammon was lost in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about you and the way he had felt when he was with you.

He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him. He didn't know what to do with these feelings, but he knew that he couldn't ignore them.

As he walked back to his house, he thought about all the things he liked about you. He liked the way you smiled, the way you laughed, and the way you looked at him.

He also thought about all the things that scared him. He was afraid of getting hurt, and he was afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way about him.

But despite his fears, he knew that he had to take a chance. He couldn't let his feelings for you go unacknowledged.

As he reached his house, he sat down and began to write a letter. He poured his heart and soul into every word, telling you how he felt and how much you meant to him.

He sealed the letter with a kiss and sent it off, feeling both nervous and excited about what might happen next.

A few days later, you received a letter in the mail. You recognized Mammon's handwriting on the envelope, and your heart skipped a beat.

You tore open the envelope and began to read:

«My dearest MC,

I hope this letter finds you well. I have been thinking about you constantly since the day we said goodbye, and I realized that I couldn't keep my feelings to myself any longer.

I know this might come as a surprise to you, but I have fallen deeply in love with you. Everything about you makes my heart skip a beat, and I can't imagine my life without you.

I know that we come from different worlds, and that there are many obstacles that stand in our way. But I am willing to do whatever it takes to be with you. I want to hold your hand, kiss your lips, and wake up next to you every morning.

I know that this might be too much too soon, and that you might not feel the same way about me. But I had to take a chance and tell you how I feel.

Please let me know your thoughts.

Yours always,

Mammon.»

As you finished reading the letter, you couldn't help but smile all the way to your ears. You had never felt this way about anyone before, and you realized that you had fallen in love with Mammon too.

You grabbed a pen and paper and began to write your response, pouring your heart and soul into every word. You wrote about how you felt about Mammon, and how much you wished that you could be together. You wrote about your fears and doubts, and about the obstacles that stood in your way.

But as you read over your letter, you realized that you couldn't send it. You wanted to tell Mammon how you felt, but you knew that words on a page could never truly express the depth of your emotions.

Instead, you decided to wait until you could see Mammon in person. You wanted to look into his eyes and tell him how much you loved him. You wanted to feel his arms around you, and to know that he felt the same way.

So you folded up the letter and put it away, deciding to wait until the time was right. You knew that Mammon was waiting for your reply, but you hoped that he would understand why you had decided to wait.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. You missed Mammon more than ever, but you knew that you had made the right decision. You wanted to tell him how you felt in person, and you didn't want to risk the chance of miscommunication or misunderstandings that could come with written words.

Finally, the day came when you and Mammon were reunited. You saw him waiting for you at the train station, and your heart leapt with joy. You ran towards him, and he caught you in his arms, holding you tightly.

As you looked into Mammon's eyes, you knew that you had made the right decision. You didn't need words to express your love - it was written all over your face.

You spent the day together, exploring the city and catching up on all that had happened since you had last seen each other. And as the sun began to set, you found yourselves sitting on a bench in a quiet park.

Mammon turned to you, and you could see the love and adoration in his eyes. He took your hand in his, and you knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.

"I know that I said a lot in my letter," Mammon began, "And I don't want you to feel like you have to say anything back. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

But you couldn't keep quiet any longer. You looked deep into Mammon's eyes and said, "I love you too, Mammon. I have been waiting to tell you in person."

Mammon's face lit up with joy, and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You knew that there would be challenges ahead, but you were ready to face them together.

As you walked hand in hand through the park, you knew that this was just the beginning of your love story. And you were grateful that you had waited to express your feelings in person, rather than through a letter.

As your relationship with Mammon continued to grow, you knew that it was time to meet his brothers. You had heard a lot about them, but you had never met them in person.

Mammon was nervous about introducing you to his brothers, but you reassured him that everything would be fine. After all, you had already met Lucifer, who was a friend of your family.

The day of the meeting arrived, and you found yourself standing in front of the door to the House of Lamentation. You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

The door was answered Lucifer who greeted you warmly and led you through the house, introducing you to each of the brothers in turn.

You met Leviathan, who was shy but friendly, Satan, who was quiet but polite, Asmodeus, who was flamboyant and outgoing, Beelzebub, who was quiet but kind, Belphegor, who was sleeping, and Mammon, who was nervous but excited to see you.

Throughout the meeting, you could feel Mammon's nervousness slowly melting away. He was proud to introduce you to his brothers, and you could see how much they meant to him.

As the meeting drew to a close, you found yourself feeling grateful for the opportunity to meet Mammon's family. You knew that they were an important part of his life, and you were glad to have finally met them in person.

As you said goodbye to each of the brothers, this was just the beginning of your journey with Mammon. And you were excited to see where it would take you next.

Next, You were excited to introduce Mammon to your family. You had talked about him with your family before, and they were eager to meet him. On the day of the meeting, you picked Mammon up from his house, and he was dressed in his finest clothes. You could tell he was nervous, but you assured him that everything would be okay.

As you arrived at your family's home, you could feel the tension in the air. Your family was not very welcoming to Mammon, and you could see the disappointment in their eyes. They had heard stories about Mammon's reputation, and they were not impressed.

Despite their initial reaction, you tried to make the best of the situation. You introduced Mammon to your family and tried to make small talk. However, it was clear that they were not interested in getting to know him. They asked him questions about his past and his work, but they seemed to be looking for reasons to judge him.

Mammon tried his best to be polite, but you could see that he was uncomfortable. He didn't feel welcomed by your family, and he felt like he was being judged unfairly. You could see the hurt in his eyes, and it broke your heart.

As the meeting came to an end, you tried to smooth things over. You thanked your family for their time and asked Mammon to come with you. You could feel the tension in the air, and you knew that it would take time for your family to accept Mammon.

You felt bad for Mammon. You knew that he was a good person, but your family's reaction had made him feel like he wasn't good enough. You wished that your family could see him the way you did, but you knew that it would take time for them to accept him.

As you left your family's home, you put your arm around Mammon and told him that everything would be okay. You knew that he needed your support, and you were determined to stand by him no matter what.

As you walked Mammon back to his house, he thanked you for standing up for him. You could tell that he was still upset about the meeting, but he appreciated your support.

You talked about the meeting and how it made you both feel. You could see how much Mammon wanted to be accepted by your family, but you also knew that it would take time for them to see him the way you did.

You reassured Mammon that you loved him for who he was, and that you would always stand by him. You knew that he was a good person, and that your family's reaction was unfair.

Mammon thanked you for your support and told you that he loved you. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it made you feel grateful to have him in your life.

As you said goodbye to Mammon, you knew that your journey with him was just beginning. You were excited to see where it would take you, and you were determined to support him every step of the way.

You knew that your family's reaction had hurt Mammon, but you also knew that it wouldn't stop you from being with him. You loved him, and that was all that mattered.

As your relationship with Mammon progressed, you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You talked about marriage, and you could see how much it meant to him.

However, you knew that your family would not be happy about it. They had not accepted Mammon yet, and you knew that they would be against the idea of you marrying him.

You had a difficult conversation with your family about your plans to marry Mammon. They were not happy about it, and they told you that they did not approve of your relationship. They reminded you of Mammon's reputation and warned you that marrying him would be a mistake.

You tried to explain your feelings to them, but they would not listen. They were determined to stop you from marrying Mammon, and it put a strain on your relationship with them.

Despite their opposition, you knew that you wanted to marry Mammon. You loved him, and you knew that he was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

You and Mammon decided to get married, and you had a small ceremony with just the two of you, his brothers and his brothers's friends. It was a beautiful day, you still made the marriage promises and vows, and you felt so happy to be with him.

After the wedding, you went to see your family. You could see the disappointment in their eyes, but you also knew that they loved you. They were not happy about your decision to marry Mammon, but they accepted it.

Over time, your family started to see Mammon in a different light. They saw how much he loved you, and they saw how happy you were with him. They started to accept him, and they welcomed him into their home.

It was not an easy journey, but you were happy that you had married Mammon. You knew that he was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you were grateful for your family's acceptance.

As time went on, you and Mammon built a life together. You faced challenges, but you always worked through them together.

Your family's acceptance of Mammon made a huge difference in your life. You no longer had to hide your relationship, and you could be open about your love for him.

Mammon was grateful for your family's acceptance, and he worked hard to build a relationship with them. He knew that it was important to you, and he wanted to make sure that your family knew how much he loved you.

As the years went by, you and Mammon grew old together. You had a family of your own, and you were happy to see that your children loved Mammon as much as you did.

You knew that you had made the right decision in marrying him. He was the love of your life, and you were grateful for every moment you spent together.

Looking back, you knew that it had not been an easy journey, but it was worth it. You had found your soulmate, and you had built a life together that was full of love and happiness.

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