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sailortongue · 1 year

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The King's Bargain (VIII)

Pairing: King!Ushijima x Princess!Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, fluff, angst

Summary: As a princess, you were always expected to eventually marry royalty, but never did you think that you would be engaged to the very king who declared war on your kingdom.

WC: 3.5k

TW: pregnancy

notes: the long-awaited chapter 8! i know a lot of people dont like the pregnancy trope so apologies to those who don't but i hope it doesnt prevent anyone from continuing to enjoy this story. also if i missed anyone on the taglist please let me know!

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When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to find yourself with an arm wrapped securely around your waist and your back flush against a surface that couldn't be anything but Wakatoshi’s chest. Heat immediately rushed to your face as you recalled the events of last night. You brought a hand up to cover your face and groaned, embarrassment flooding through you.

“Oh, you are awake,” observed Wakatoshi from behind you, his voice still husky with sleep. You felt him raise himself on the arm that wasn’t around you and lean over you to see your face. A soft smile grew on his face, your bashfulness nothing short of adorable in the eyes of the king. The arm that had previously been draped across your waist was lifted to try and pull your hands away from your face. “My wife wouldn’t deny me the pleasure of looking at her beautiful face, would she?”

You slowly uncovered your face and were met with the loving eyes of your new husband. He really was nothing like you’d expected him to be. You couldn’t believe you used to think he was the tyrant the stories made him out to be.

“Good morning,” you greeted.

“Tell me, what do you think about spending a week in the mountains? I am told it is customary for newlyweds to vacation together.”

“It’s called a honeymoon. But you’ve already been away for some time, do you think it’s okay to leave again so soon?”

“Reon is more than capable of leading in my stead.”

“I don’t know…” you said apprehensively. “If you’re really certain that it’s okay, then I would love to go to the mountains with you.” If you hadn’t already been hot in the face, then you definitely were now. You were convinced that the broad smile on his face could bring the angels from the sky. The pure happiness radiating from your husband was enough for you to stop second guessing his decision to leave the palace again. Satisfied with your agreement, he settled back in behind you, once again draping his arm over your waist and pulling you into his chest as he drifted back to sleep, as content as could be with you held in his embrace.

The next time you woke, Wakatoshi was no longer with you. You dressed quickly and went out to look for him, only to be met with Semi standing guard at the bedroom as soon as you opened it, his back to you. Hearing the door open, he turned to you, bowing deeply, and greeted, “Your majesty.”

The new title was still so foreign to you that had he not been bowing directly in front of you you would not have even realized it was you he was addressing.

“Good morning, Sir Semi. Do you know where I might find my husband?”

“He’s in the council room speaking with Tendou, Reon, and the higher ups of the military. I’d be happy to escort you there, if you wish.”

“The military? Is it something serious?”

“Nothing you should concern yourself with, My Queen.”

You frowned slightly at his response. Your husband may have disproved the rumors about his personality, but none could deny that Shiratorizawa was a country forged from bloodshed.

You knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d follow you regardless of where you went, and you’d look foolish if you tried to navigate the massive castle without the aid of someone who was familiar with its halls. With no alternatives, you graciously accepted his offer and, without wasting a second, Semi was leading the way.

Every now and then Semi would have to look behind him to make sure you were still there since you kept getting distracted by the art lining the walls. After countless twists and turns, and several occasions of Semi nearly leaving you behind, he finally stopped in front of a pair of doors. The council room, you presumed. “We’re here, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you, Sir Semi. Am I permitted to walk in?” You were unsure if it would be acceptable for you to enter, or if you had to knock and wait for admission.

Semi had to suppress a slight grin at your question. You were the queen, afterall. Who could possibly tell you no? It definitely wouldn’t be the king, if the way he looks at you was any indicator. And if not Ushijima, then certainly no one else would be foolish enough to criticize his wife.

You knocked anyway, just to give the room’s occupants notice that someone was walking in. You poked your head in first, and Tendou’s bright hair was the first thing you saw before your eyes inevitably sought out those of Wakatoshi amidst the semi-crowded room. “Do you need something, Yn?” he asked, his full attention on you.

You faltered, truly not having a reason to have gone out of your way to find him. “Um, no, I guess not. Was just curious where you were is all. You were gone before I woke.”

Ushijima’s eyes melted at your innocent admission, and it appeared as if he was going to say something before one of the generals decided that interrupting a conversation between the king and queen was a good idea. “Who do you think you are to interrupt an official military meeting? Know your place, maid.”

“Get out,” came Ushijima’s instant response, his voice cold and steely. “From this moment on you are no longer welcome on palace grounds, and you are to be removed from your post effective immediately.

The now former general blanched, not expecting such harsh treatment for berating what he believed to be a maid. The shock on face became even more comical when Ushijima spoke again, “Before anyone else mistakes my wife for a maid, I’d like to formally introduce Queen Ushijima Yn.”

“Perhaps he could be forgiven?” you asked. Firing a general just for insulting you was flattering, but unnecessary. “Only monarchs and aristocrats attended the wedding. He couldn’t have known what I looked like.”

“Even so, such blatant disrespect will not be tolerated, whether it be towards you or an actual maid. Now, if there is nothing you needed me for, please wait in the dining room. I will be there shortly to have breakfast with you.” He addressed Semi next, “ Semi, please escort Yn to the dining room and have Hayato monitor Mr. Watanabe as he packs his things.”

Recognizing your cue to leave, you curtsied and left. The man who got dismissed was escorted out with you. When the doors were once again firmly shut, the former general shot a glare at you, “This is your fault!” he hissed through gritted teeth, positively seething. You wouldn’t be surprised if he started foaming. Lost in his rage, he raised a hand, only for his wrist to be caught in Semi’s deathgrip. The red drained from the man’s face, anger being replaced by fear. “You don’t learn, do you? You would dare to lay your filthy hands on the queen? A mere insult cost you all but your life, and even that may be in jeopardy now that you made to strike her.”

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you got a sick joy from watching the man go from intimidating general to shaking chihuahua under the calculating eyes of your knight. Semi had known what the man was going to do and stopped it before you even processed what was happening. Wakatoshi had assigned him to be your protector for a reason.

“If you don't mind, Your Majesty, I’d like to bring Mr. Watanabe to Sir Hayato to be taken care of first.”

You agreed quickly, wanting to see the hateful man being taken away with your own eyes. The entire walk to the West Gate, where Hayato was stationed, Semi maintained a strong hold on the other man’s arm to be sure that he didn’t try to escape or make another attempt to harm you. As Semi was handing Watanabe over to Hayato, he told Hayato of what had transpired both in and out of the council room. Hayato didn’t even bother to hide his shock at the audacity of the former general. “Does King Ushijima know?” he asked.

Semi shook his head, “Not yet. But rest assured, he will before the hour is up.”

With the transfer complete, Semi asked if you were ready to meet Wakatoshi in the dining room, which of course you were more than ready to. When you arrived, Semi held the door for you and followed you in. The room he brought you to was the informal dining room, the one for everyday use rather than the grand one used when entertaining guests. You remembered Tendou telling you that despite Wakatoshi’s exorbitant wealth, he preferred a simpler lifestyle. Unfortunately, that wasn’t entirely possible when you had the title of king on your shoulders and the weight of a crown on your head.

You sat across from Ushijima and he waved a hand to dismiss Semi, wanting a little privacy with his new wife. Semi obliged, but not before telling the king that there was something he should know. This sparked Wakatoshi’s attention, and he told Semi to continue.

“After we left the council, Gen- Mr. Watanabe made to strike the queen. I stopped him before any harm was done, but-”

“I’ve heard enough,” said Wakatoshi curtly. He looked to you, his expression murderous, “Is this true?”

You nodded.

“Find Hayato. Watanabe is no longer permitted to leave. He is to be imprisoned for treason. Go.”

Semi bowed and rushed out to make sure he was able to inform Hayato in time.

Wakatoshi slumped in his chair. He looked so worn out and it was yet early in the day. He sighed before speaking, “There has been word of Karasuno rallying troops, many of them being stationed near the Shiratorizawa-Karasuno border. It’s quite concerning.”

Despite not having much military knowledge, you did know that Shiratorizawa didn’t have many allies, so any kingdom getting too close to the border felt like an attack in the making. He continued, “In the meantime, we’ve decided to instruct our own forces to stay on high alert and have sent word to King Daichi that his troops need to be farther from the border or Karasuno will be regarded as a threat.”

He didn’t miss the uneasy look on your face. Afterall, Seijoh had only recently come to good terms with Karasuno after a long and bitter rivalry between the two kingdoms. “Do not fret, my love. You are safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

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The honeymoon phase was pleasant, and mostly spent in the bedroom, but like all things it had to end. The rising military concerns were increasingly taking more and more of Wakatoshi’s time and your duties as queen were taking more and more of yours. Weeks went by like this, but it wasn’t all bad. You both made it a point to have meals together since your schedules kept you apart for the majority of the day. During those meals, he would update you on the activities of Karasuno and you would tell him about what you had been doing.

Weeks like this went by, until during one lunch he told you that there was a high possibility of Karasuno preparing to attack, as they had been observed to be recruiting more and more soldiers, and King Daichi was importing large amounts of iron from Dateko. The iron could potentially be for infrastructure reasons, but the possibility of it being used to forge weapons could not be dismissed.

You furrowed your brows, and Wakatoshi could practically see the wheels turning in your head. “Don’t worry, Darling. They will be dealt with.” His words did little to soothe your anxieties, but you mustered up a smile anyhow. Though you had only been there for mere months, you had come to love the country. At some point within the first month you decided that it truly was a lovely country, it just had some image problems.

Over the course of the next few weeks, numerous developments were made. The Karasuno troops had retreated from the border and King Daichi claimed that it was a communication error on his part. Supposedly he’d meant to send them elsewhere to squash a small rebellion. In turn, Ushijima instructed his own forces not to engage with Karasuno, but remained unconvinced of the other king’s explanation. The second development was your abdomen, which had taken on the slightest bulge. Frankly, you weren’t sure if it was the lavish meals or the extra time you and Wakatoshi had spent together at the beginning of the marriage. You had yet to bring anything up to Wakatoshi, who hadn't noticed any changes, but Tendou definitely had. He was absolutely positive you and Wakatoshi had an heir, but frankly you were in denial.

You knew from the beginning that children are expected from marriages, especially royal ones. But it was still so early. You and Wakatoshi were finally comfortable as a couple and were still learning each other's little quirks. Throwing a baby in the mix would definitely alter the routine you and Wakatoshi had settled into. How could you have been so foolish? You and Wakatoshi hadn’t even talked about producing an heir yet, so you had no clue how he would react.

According to Tendou, Wakatoshi had long dreamed of having a family of his own. You were still hesitant to say anything, but had promised Tendou that if you didn’t bleed within the month, then you would tell Wakatoshi. Confirming what Tendou had already known, the end of the months came and went and still no blood.

Naturally, as soon as you were working up the nerve to tell your husband the news, his schedule became so hectic that there was simply no time in the day. He was always gone by the time you awoke and, no matter how you tried to stay awake, you were always asleep by the time he retired for the night.

At this rate, he would notice by himself that your stomach was slowly beginning to accommodate the life inside you. Tendou had finally had enough and told Wakatoshi to spare a lunch with you, making up the excuse that neglecting one’s wife is frowned upon and it was Wakatoshi’s duty as a husband to tend to his wife. He even had Goshiki oversee the arrangements himself.

When the day came you were beyond nervous, but it had to be done. Lunch was to be had on a terrace overlooking the garden today, since the weather had significantly warmed with the changing of the seasons. You were already there when Wakatoshi arrived. He apologized for his tardiness and sat across from you.

Before he could say anything, you blurted out, “I need to tell you something!”

He was surprised at your sudden outburst, but nodded for you to continue.

You wrung your hands together in your lap. “I-” you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. “I think I-” you tried again. Wakatoshi nodded at you encouragingly, his full attention on you. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Wakatoshi’s face lost all emotion. “You think? Or you know?”

Startled at his change in demeanor, you wanted to take it back, say it was a joke, but he knew you had meant it. All you could do was tell the truth. “I know.”

Without another word, he stood from his chair and left you sitting on the terrace alone. You felt your world crumbling around you, tears already blurring your vision. The maids stood awkwardly off to the side, not knowing if it was their place to comfort you or not. Goshiki, however, had no such qualms. He was by your side as soon as Ushijima was out of sight. You practically threw yourself into his arms, sobbing. He ushered you up from your seat and began to guide you to you and Ushijima’s bedroom. As soon as you realized this you stopped in your tracks. “No, not there. I don’t want to be around him right now.” Goshiki looked unsure of your request but fulfilled it anyway and led you to one of the many unused guest rooms.

“Would you like anything, Your Majesty?” he asked.

“No, thank you,” you smiled at him sadly, “you’ve already helped me enough. Thank you. I would like to be alone for now.”

Goshiki nodded and left the room quietly. You spent the rest of the crying into a pillow, refusing to come out for dinner. Of course, walls have ears and the maids love to gossip, so it didn’t take long for word to reach Ushijima that you had been holed up in one of the spare rooms since lunch. He figured you just needed time and made no attempt to reconcile with you. Not that he was aware there was any reconciling to do. He just assumed pregnancy hormones. But he wasn’t going to allow you to just skip dinner. So he had Semi bring you a tray of food and instructed him that it was of the utmost importance that you were not to go anywhere alone and should be monitored at all times.

Semi sighed, wanting to criticize the king’s behavior, but feared losing his job. He did as ordered and brought you your food, knocking on the door softly. “Who is it?” you asked, voice raspy and weak from all the crying.

“It’s Semi, Your Majesty. I brought your dinner. May I come in?”

You granted him permission and he wheeled the cart in, the tray on top laden with more food than you could possibly finish.

One look at you and Semi could see that you were in bad shape. Your eyes were red and puffy and there were dried tear tracts on your face; in other words, you looked absolutely miserable.

He pitied you, he didn’t want to, but he did, and you could see it in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to hide it forever. He would have found out eventually. It’s better that he heard it from you rather than wondering why his wife didn't talk to him about it.”

You knew he meant well, but there was no combination of words he could string together to console you. Not wishing to talk more, you dismissed Semi to wallow in your own self-pity. You nibbled the food at best, your appetite not having returned since the cold response you'd gotten from Ushijima earlier. It was supposed to be good news, not the wedge that drove you apart.

Leaving your dinner mostly untouched, you fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning, you woke to the sounds of two maids conversing in your room as they prepared your dress for the day. “I heard King Ushijima is going to send her away,” giggled one of them conspiratorially. Clearly, they believed you to still be sound asleep. Oh how wrong they were. “I know! Can you believe she told him she’s pregnant? It’s probably not even his. As if someone like King Ushijima would bed a girl like that, princess or not. Besides, if he sends her away, maybe I’ll finally have my chance at royalty” said the other one smugly.

“If it’s not the king’s then whose do you think it could be?” asked Maid #1, not truly expecting an answer. Afterall, the walls weren't exactly soundproof. That alone was enough for her to know the baby was indeed the king’s and that this arrogant new maid didn’t stand a chance with him.

“My money is on Sir Semi.”

Maid #1 gasped. “Don’t say such things!” she scolded.

“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be surprised if the brat comes out looking like a certain knight.”

When they finally “woke” you, you acted as if you hadn’t heard anything, but inside you were absolutely seething. Deciding to ignore the hurt you still felt from yesterday, you had every intention of telling him how those maids had spoken about you and him. Except, you didn’t get the chance. You had barely sat down when Ushijima spoke first, “I think it would be best if you left the palace for a while.”

Your jaw dropped, disbelief and denial coursing through your veins. Wakatoshi continued, “You will be staying in the family manor in the Miyagi Mountains. A carriage is already being prepared.”

“Toshi, I-” he held a hand up, stopping you from protesting.

“The decision has already been made. You will leave this afternoon. Now, please excuse me, I have urgent matters that require my attention.” Once again, he left you just sitting there by yourself, hurt and angry. From the corner of your eyes you saw Maid #2 failing to suppress a smug smirk.

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#ushijima x reader #ushijima x yn #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #ushijima wakatoshi

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baeshijima · 29 days

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pls i am so not ready for the soulmate and actor au blade fics... with your writing i am just preparing myself for the emotions they will put me through 😔

on that note though, how many wips do you have if you don't mind me asking? there's always a new or recurring draft you talk about and honestly it makes me excited wondering what fic you will publish next!

nonnie when i tell u i am not ready to write those two fics when ive already cried over them.... sighs....

and ofc !! i guess this could be like a mini wip update of mine for ppl to see 😭

genshin wips:

hidden blessing - albedo

[unnamed drunk reader fic] - alhaitham

to you, who holds the stars - university + coffee shop!au alhaitham

look at you go, mr. loverman - ayato

my unfunny superior wants to be... funny? - cyno

[unnamed] - royalty!au dainsleif (heir!reader x royal captain!dainsleif)

a melusine's guide to love - neuvillette

how to prevent your crush assistant from leaving - neuvillette

life as the iudex's assistant - neuvillette

monsieur neuvillette has an... apprentice?! - neuvillette

immortalis - reincarnation!au zhongli (reader is reincarnated)

i accidentally stole the heroine's role and now the male leads won't leave me alone! - transmigration + royal fantasy!au various

even gods work overtime? - god/mythology + fantasy!au various series

[unnamed] - secret relationship!au various

lips of honey - various

ring the love love bell !! - love alarm!au various

waking up beside them - various

welcome, otherworldly customer - fantasy!au various (reader is a patissier & the men are non-human/out-of-this-world/immortal beings)

what it means to become human - detroit: become human!au various

hsr wips:

a knight's oath - royalty!au argenti (heir!reader x (personal)knight!argenti)

[unnamed] - aventurine hurt/comfort

[unnamed] - husband!aventurine

one in a million - modern + actor!au blade (exes-to-lovers)

as fate would have it - soulmate!au blade

[unnamed] - god!au blade (god!reader x fallen/banished god!blade)

[unnamed cat dad bass player blade fic] - university!au blade

the weight of a sinner - pre-canon timeline!dan heng

wounded pride - dr. ratio

[unnamed] - dr. ratio

of reunions and bittersweet heartache - high-cloud quintet reunion; takes place in jingliu story quest; can be a sequel to [of lattes and dozing generals]

roll the cameras! - modern + celebrity!au various

"who did this to you?" - various hurt/comfort

hsr men in a zombie apocalypse - various

other:

forever yours, never mine - royalty + soulmate!au ushijima wakatoshi (knight!reader x heir!wakatoshi)

end of summer - itoshi sae

crush culture - itoshi sae

series:

love is war - spyxfamily!au alhaitham (tumblr)

[unnamed] - hsr various

when all goes wrong, fake it - transmigration oc various x reader (quotev)

traversing realities - reverse(ish) transmigration + fantasy/dungeon!au oc various x reader (quotev)

aeternus - transmigration genshin various (on quotev & ao3 ; on hold)

forces of attraction - jjk various (quotev & ao3 ; on hold)

#omg a convo !?#nonnies !!#yea.... i have a lot of wips.... cries....#and only more will pile on 😔#honestly the /other/ section may never see the light of day but we never know 🧍‍♀️

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Ushijima Wakatoshi x F! Reader

Fluff, Slight Angst, Insecurities, Royalty AU

Red Light

"What is he doing with someone like her?"

"Probably an arranged relationship"

"The prince needs someone pretty not a random whore"

You swallowed, trying your best to hide the burning in your eyes. "Excuse me" You quietly peeped, walking past the group of girls who were loudly gossiping. After the announcement of you dating the prince, rumors, and opinions spread like wildfire.

You hurried out of the ballroom. The echo of the cellos and violas crawling up the stone walls. The castle was empty. No chatter or gossip--Just you and your thoughts.

The lights flickering on the wall created shadows. These shadows crawl consume your mind, stretching across the narrow hallway, and down the velvet carpet.

Your breathing followed the random turns and stairs you took. You couldn't recognize the colors as a heavy pressure-filled your heart. You stopped by 2 big double dark wood doors. You opened them, taking a deep inhale of wood and pages.

Rows of books piled almost to the ceiling. You picked up your dress, keeping the tail from collecting dust. You ran up to the tall windows, fidgeting with the lock. You pushed it open, and a big breeze came in, pushing the lace curtains to the side.

Your head was bounding with thoughts. Salty damp trails ran down your quivering cheeks. Your grip weakened on the peplum. The orchestra trickled in through the crack in the library doors.

You sat down, allowing the whisk of wind and soft fabric consume you. The party seemed to last forever. You removed your eyes from the sunset when footsteps entered the silence.

You glanced at Ushijima and planted your face back towards the window. His heavy footsteps came closer although the scent of anxiety was leaking from his stance.

You wiped at the sticky tears. "You left?" His gruff voice echoed. "This was a mistake, Wakatoshi. They...-Your people are right. A prince deserves far more than a mere me" You stood up, facing the tall male.

You took off the sparkling jewel that seemed to perfectly fit your finger. You slipped inside of his palm. Ushijima's eyes widened in shock, and his nonchalant emotion melted into worry. "I don't understand" He looked back and forth between watery eyes and the shiny ring.

You scoffed at his words. "How can you not? It's all anyone ever speaks about. Ushijima we can't be together- You're a prince and you need someone better-" Ushijima cut you off with a soft peck on your lips.

His hand intertwined with yours, somehow the ring fell down your finger again. His other hand trailed down your back, resting against the dipp. "Shouldn't I know what I need" He muttered, his lips ghosting over yours.

"I will marry you, Y/N. No matter what anyone says" His head dropped in the crook of your neck. "You'll be a prefect princess"

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#fanfic #x reader #fluff #angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#ushijima imagine #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima scenarios #ushijima headcanons #ushijima fic #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #ushijima angst

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ladysunamireads · 1 year

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Aran's Tidbits

Aran's Tidbits by Aranwen

A collection of five small stories/headcanons originally written for and shared on Twitter. Various settings and AUs.

Words: 1336, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Aranwen's Drops

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Karasuno Volleyball Club (mentioned), Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team (mentioned), MSBY Black Jackals (mentioned), Schweiden Adlers (mentioned), Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Hospital, Nurse/Doctor Relationship, Canon Universe, Developing Relationship, Secret Marriage, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Alternate Universe - Omegaverse, Royalty, Assassination Attempts Gone Thankfully Wrong, originally posted on twitter

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44840722

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kagehina #♥#Kagehina #Haikyuu #⚣#R:T #Online AU #Royalty AU #Medical AU #ABO AU #A:Aranwen

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 10 months

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Villains Don't Get Happy Endings

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/N0Pzsvx

by FriendlessAnimeLover

When Miya Atsumu is reincarnated into a character from one of his favorite novels, the wicked villain who dies at the hand of the one he loves most, after being falsely accused for treason, he sets about doing everything he can to avoid his death flag. However, his actions do not go unnoticed, and unbeknownst to him, his fiancé, the crown prince, starts to follow after him.

To say Sakusa Kiyoomi is baffled by his fiancé's latest behavior would be an understatement. Having known he and Atsumu were engaged from a young age, he’d met the duke’s son a multitude of times, each visit leaving him more disgusted than the last. Atsumu had always been so obnoxiously clingy, unbearably jealous, and just an overall pain in the ass to deal with. Now however, now Atsumu barely spares him a glance. Doesn’t speak to him unless spoken to. He’s guarded, keeping Kiyoomi at arms’ length and Kiyoomi’s determined to figure out why...

Words: 8638, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Miya Atsumu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, characters added as we go - Character

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Ships to be added as we go - Relationship

Additional Tags: Royalty AU, Isekai AU, Reborn as a Villain AU, Angst, Childhood Trauma, referenced character death, enemies-to-lovers, Fake Identities, Pining, slow-burn(ish), Happy Ending, tags added as we go

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/N0Pzsvx

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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findroleplay · 2 years

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alrighty y’all i’m back on my royalty au shit

18 looking for 18+

fandom is haikyuu!!

this time i’m hoping to find somebody to play tendou satori or ushijima wakatoshi against my prince!semi eita (m/m)

i’m thinking either a prince x knight thing or or or like have y/c be a prince from a rival kingdom or something

it’s a yes on nsfw, and i’m open to dark/dead dove content. i have very few triggers, and i’ll share them privately!

i’m pretty open to building something from this! i generally write in 2-3 paragraphs and as often as i can for responses. i write on discord.

so yeah! interact if you’re interested! 👑

#roleplay #rp #haikyuu!! rp

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mirrorsblogs · 2 years

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𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐖. 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

summary: it’s a royalty au! well established relationship between king!ushijima and reader! lmk if you like the au’s because i love writing royalty au!

tws: mentions of alcohol

The birds chirped outside as the morning sun rose up into the sky. The previous night had been filled with laughs and cheers for the new king’s victory against rebellion in the South. There were dances in the king’s honor and much wine was drunk, it was all around a splendid night. Though the result was many were unable to perform their duties in the morning and were sleeping off last night’s festivities.

The queen, however, did not drink last night and so she made her daily walk in the garden accompanied by only her daughter. Her ladies-in-waiting were drinking heavily last night and as a result were sleeping, her son was already in his lessons, and her husband had his royal duties to attend to.

The queen had taken to kneeling to observe the flowers in the various gardens and letting her daughter run around the paths while she observed.

“Come, my child,” she called out. Her daughter instantly ran to her mother’s hand and interlocked their hands. As they continued to walk her daughter spoke to her,

“Mother, can you tell me a story?”

“Well in a far away land there lived a little girl just like you…”

Ushijima sat in his office and observed the trade deals he had to go over with neighboring countries. The documents stacked high and the numbers were starting to fuse together and his mind became cloudy. He sighed and placed the document back onto the wooden table and rested his head in his palm.

“How am I meant to do this?” He whispered to himself. Ushijima sighed again and decided to take a break from his work, he sought out his wife, she was usually able to alleviate his stress. When he got up to leave his office, Ushijima looked out the window to find his wife sitting under a tree with their daughter sleeping on her lap.

The sight looked like a painting to him, her head leaned back onto the bark, the light shined down on her. Speckles of light scattered her and their daughter’s bodies and the wind blew lightly causing the hair to be blown from her face. It was the epitome of beauty, Ushijima’s mouth parted slightly in awe. To this day he still is in awe of her beauty, though they have been married for nearly a decade, each day he forgets the magnitude of her beauty.

Ushijima became so distracted by her that he failed to identify the other person in his office.

“Your majesty,” the old councilman said.

“Counselor!” Ushijima coughed, clearly trying to not sound off guard.

“Your war effort is celebrated by the people! They admire your bravery in fighting for them,” the councilman spoke with a smile.

“Thank you, but they are not who I fought for,” Ushijima said bluntly, returning his gaze to his queen.

“May I inquire about who you fought for, your majesty?”

“Her majesty, the queen, and my family, councilman,” Ushijima said.

As he spoke he noticed how she looked around at who was staring at her, after only a few seconds their eyes met and she smiled. He watched as she got up with their daughter and made their way inside the castle.

“That is honorable, your majesty,” the councilmen bowed and left the room, clearly telling that his king’s mind was elsewhere. Ushijima made his way back to his seat and simply stared at the documents in front of him having no interest in doing them.

A few minutes pass by and the queen joins Ushijima in his office.

“Bored already,” she whispered, going up to hug him.

“Yes, but now I have someone to focus on,” Ushijima whispered, wrapping his arms around her frame.

The day went on as usual with the queen residing in his office on her nook, reading while the king did some light work and left the rest for the both of them to do in the evening. They soaked up each other's presence and spent their time in bliss.

“I heard a rumor throughout the castle, my love, that you proclaimed that you fought for your family in battle.”

“What are you asking me?”

“Is it true?”

“Yes it is.”

“That is very sweet of you,” the queen whispered before kissing him on the cheek and resuming her work on reports of trade.

“I was only stating a fact,” Ushijima said.

They met eyes and smiled.

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shanscript · 3 years

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who: ushijima x king!reader

what: adult characters, royalty au, a splash of public humiliation, mean top ushi, degradation, face fucking, doggy style, creampie

wc: 2261

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You retreated from the throne room into the hall, gait rigid from the tension in your limbs. You gasped for air, your sigh of relief erupting into a dry cough. Who knew getting coronated in front all the important nobles of the kingdom could be this nerve wracking? Years of grooming and preparation led up to this single, triumphant moment. You spent weeks on your speech, ensuring that every syllable expressed your humility and intent perfectly. But when the time came, when your ego was filled to the brim as you rattled off those premeditated words, you saw Him. The Captain of the Royal Guard, dressed to the nines in his ceremonial plate.

The moment his olive eyes met yours, all manner of focus and pride vanished from within you. Your speech careened to a halt, abruptly ending with a stuttered salutation. Your body bowed beyond your control, and you rushed towards the nearest exit. You thought you were ready, thought that you’d prepared more than enough to power through the ceremony. But you thought wrong. Wakatoshi Ushijima never failed to make you weak.

You braced your hand against the cool stone of the hallway wall, trying to force the memory of this absolute embarrassment out of your consciousness. You felt a cold sweat creeping up your neck, and making itself known between your palm and the masonry. Your stiff legs carried you slowly towards your chambers. The distant sound of metal clattering across stone barely registered in your ears.

You needed to escape. Shink, shink, shink. The noise grew closer.

Shink, shink! You sorely regretted the fact that you’d never be able to show your face in Captain Ushijima’s presence ever again.

Speak of the devil… Suddenly, a gloved hand gripped your shoulder, forcing you to aboutface.

“‘Toshi!” you cried with surprise. The look on your face must have been priceless.

Ushijima loomed over you, eyes narrowing. You spoke the pet name so casually. Have you already forgotten your place?

Steel creaked between you as he shifted to grip your jaw. Cool metal brushed your throat. He knew just how tight to hold you. You shivered.

“S-sir,” you corrected yourself, just barely allowed to speak against Ushijima’s grip.

“You call that a coronation?” the Captain asked, ignoring your minor mistake in favor for the major one.

“Got crowned.. didn’t I?” you mumbled, smirking as best you could.

Ushijima’s eyebrow twitched briefly, a subtle crack in his stoic expression. “After all that practice I gave that mouth of yours,” he stated evenly, “and you still couldn’t manage one… measly… speech.” He stepped closer to you with every word, until your back was pressed against the cool wall. The Captain only stood a few inches taller than you, but god he knew how to make you feel small.

“Your ceremony isn't over just yet,” he added, “King.”

The honorary title burned hotly in your ears. Ushijima made it sound so good. He leaned back, releasing your jaw. With a tilt of his head, he beckoned you to follow him down the hall. By now, he knew the way to your bedroom better than you did. Once behind closed doors, the air between the two of you sunk into a heavy heat. Ushijima wasted no time pushing your body up against the thick wooden door. His sultry lips wrapped around your throat, warm breath fanning from his flared nostrils. His armored body was broad and heavy as he pressed against you, but his reckless mouth was what left you breathless.

Removing Ushijima’s armor was a ritual you were both fond of, and familiar with. You were less than gentle with each piece, discarding the steel shapes that cruelly contained Ushijima’s bare skin. The ornate metal clattered to the floor with urgency, muscle memory guiding your deft hands. The Captain’s mouth lingered on your collarbone, until you lifted the final layer of leather up over his head. The firelight from the lit hearth danced across his taut muscles. He looked absolutely delicious.

You leaned in to take a bite, but broad hands raised to your neck stopped you. “That pathetic mouth of yours hasn’t earned that just yet,” Ushijima muttered, roughly swiping a thumb across your lips. You finally bucked up the courage to meet his gaze, letting your jaw drift open slightly. His thick finger pushed past your lips with little resistance. He grunted as you latched on instantly, making a tight seal with your hollowed cheeks. Ushijima’s firm expression barely wavered as he looked down on you.

“You call yourself a king?” he asked sharply, “Yet here you are, so eager to suck me off like a common whore.” His thumb pressed down on your tongue, pinning it to your jaw. “The only one getting the royal treatment here… is me.”

With a flex of his bulging bicep he pulled you forward, leading you towards the bed. Your heart raced, skin buzzing with electric arousal. As you raised one knee to climb onto the pile of furs, the Captain halted you once more. His hand in your mouth gripped tight around your jaw. “What, did you think you were just going to lay back as I ravished you?” Ushijima leaned in close. The hard consonants sprayed flecks of spittle across your cheek. You whimpered feebly around his thumb, tightening your lips around the digit.

You were dying for him to fill you with something else. And you’d get your wish.

The Captain dragged his soaked finger from your lips, smearing your saliva across your face. He got lost for a moment, in the way your skin glistened in the firelight. The edges of his demeanor softened, so slightly that only you could notice. But before you could finish your thought, Ushijima pushed you down onto your knees. His throbbing erection slapped against your cheek as you landed before his feet. Your fine robes, that were once pressed perfectly around your form, were now hanging around your body in a wrinkled mess. They looked as disheveled and bothered as you felt.

Ushijma watched you keenly from above. He wrapped one broad palm around the base of his solid length. He slowly stroked himself once, waving his thick cock before your eyes. You swallowed hard, mesmerized. “Anyone can suck a thumb. Did you really think that’d impress me?”

You bit your lower lip, sitting up a little straighter. “Please ‘Toshi, I can--”

Ushijima rocked his hips forward, thrusting half of his cock into your mouth. You choked out a gasp as he pulled out. “Please…?”

You wrapped your fingers around the backs of his knees, gazing sweetly up at your Captain. “Please, sir. Give me all of you.”

“Better.” Ushijima muttered. A grin twitched at the corner of his mouth. He reached down to cradle your face. It would have been a tender act, if he wasn’t aligning his cockhead to your mouth at the same moment. You licked your lips slowly, showing him exactly how badly you wanted another taste. You heard a low growl in his chest. He ached to be inside you.

He leaned forward again, propping on knee on the bed above your shoulder. You rested the back of your head against the furs as his cock pushed past your lips. You slacked your jaw as far as you could, taking more and more of him inside. Ushijima fisted the down mattress to your other side, bracing himself as he sunk into. He hummed a long moan as he bottomed out, thick length pressing into the back of your throat. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to watch his reaction. His jaw was set, brows furrowed. His broad shoulders were held up in a tight shrug. It looked like he was trying to stop time, trying to live in this feeling forever.

Another moment longer, and he finally pulled out. He watched you take his full cock again, but could barely keep his eyes open. Your hot, wet mouth made his head spin. As he sunk into your throat again, he loosed a louder moan. His knee quivered in your grip. You’d smile if you could.

Ushijima pulled and pushed his full length in and out of your lips, building his momentum with every thrust. Each movement of his hips drew a louder groan from his parted lips. He gave up on biting them back. You always broke him down like this, made him feel reckless and wild. Your head pushed harder against the bed as he fucked your tight mouth. Spit ran out of the corners of your lips, along with broken whimpers.

You pressed your tongue up along his cock as he slid in and out, drenching him in your saliva. Your cheeks felt hot and your jaw ached, but damn Ushijima looked good from down here. Arousal swirled deep inside you, begging for some sort of release. The Captain groaned wordlessly, taking sharp breaths every time he nailed the back of your throat. His heavy balls swung under your chin, his sweat rolling down your neck.

“Mmmmph,” Ushijima grunted, punctuating his words with a few measured thrusts into your mouth. “I need more of you, bunny.”

You managed a whine around his length, as he pulled out unexpectedly. Before you could protest, he lifted you to stand before him. Your knees were numb, and you nearly collapsed. Your robes barely clung to your shoulders. Ushijima’s broad hands found your hips. In one smooth motion, he spun you around and bent you over the mattress. You gasped into the furs as you felt him hike up the remains of your tattered clothes, exposing your ass. He raked his nails over your supple skin, releasing a primal growl. You knew exactly who you belonged to.

“What would your kingdom think,” Ushijima’s voice was rough and low, “if they saw you for what you really are?”

You felt him push his slick cock between your thighs as he leaned over you. His lips barely grazed your ear, “The Captain’s desperate little plaything. My little bunny, to use as I please.”

You shuddered as you felt his length throb against your legs. He straightened up again, massaging your ass cheeks as he slid his cock between them. He made sure you glanced over one shoulder to watch as he spanked you roughly. You groaned at the sting, gripping the bed tighter.

“Who does the king bow to?” Ushijima asked, groping at the tender spot he just smacked.

“Y-you, sir,” you answered, a whisper in comparison, “Only you.”

Answering correctly rewarded you with the friction you desperately desired. Broad hands spread you open as Ushijima’s swollen head nudged at your tight entrance. You sucked in a breath as he pushed inside. The stretch was immaculate. Your feet pushed up onto your tiptoes, calves pulled taut as Ushijima sunk deeper inside of you. Your muffled moans were drowned out by his as he split you open slowly. His breaths were short and heavy by the time he bottomed out. His big hands gripped your hips, the only thing tethering him to reality.

Ushijima hummed praises of your tight heat, giving you mere seconds to adjust before abusing your hole. Your mouth fell open as he fucked you wildly, drool running into the soft furs. Your whole body rocked with every snap of the Captain’s hips. His pelvis sent vibrations across your glowing skin. His cock injected your body with warm pleasure in every thrust. The clapping of skin set the rhythm for your lewd sounds, getting louder by the second.

But you could barely hear yourself over Ushijima. He was enjoying you beyond belief. Sweat rolled down his temples as he threw his head back, mouth hanging open in an endless groan. He pulled back on your hips, forcing your body to meet his every thrust. Your nerves were already buzzing from the stretch, and every impact brought you closer to your end. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the rush of heat deep inside you. Your muscles tensed and quivered, breath catching in your throat. Your orgasm swept through your body as a heavy exhale burst through your lips. You moaned long and low as Ushijima fucked you straight through it, not stopping until he climbed as high as you, if not higher.

“Love how fast you cum for me,” he gasped, rutting against you harder and faster. He tried to say more, but he got lost in how perfect you feel. His nails dug into your skin, leaving marks for you to hide later. Your eyes shut tight, body overwhelmed and head spinning. Your twitching muscles forced Ushijima over the edge. His final moan echoed off the walls as he stuffed you full. His thrusts slowed as his cum leaked out of you and down your thigh. He fisted his sloppy cock as he pulled free from you. He stroked himself slowly, catching his cum with his fingers before pushing it back inside of you.

Your body collapsed into the mattress, nerves still tingling all over. The bed jostled as the large man below you climbed up beside you. With a satisfied huff, he flopped over top of you, heavy arm and leg tossed casually around you. You shared body heat for a moment, while your breathing slowed. You turned your head to watch him, expression softened by the bodily high.

“So,” you whispered with a sigh, “am I your king now?”

Ushijima’s handsome features melted into a lazy grin. “Yes,” he paused to consider, “but you always were mine, king.”

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alicemitch09writes · 4 years

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be careful what you wish for

pairing: Prince!Sakusa Kiyoomi x Historian!Reader

summary: He didn’t mean to wish you away. He never did. labyrinth AU.

author’s notes: i have the vaguest idea of labyrinths, just depending only on what I already know from literature class and the fics I read. Also, this was an excuse to make said AU, aaaaaaaaaand because I'm a sucker for angst, I wanted to delve and write into this. Mwahahaha This turned out longer than I expected it to be, and I'm worried if I was able to deliver what I wanted to deliver. Eugh. The fact that reader is the adoptive siblings to the Miyas was an accident, because that was intended for another fic but decided to scrap that idea entirely because I have OTHER WIP fics to worry about first. Heh. Finally, I went for Sakusa because I love him and he kinda fits the general idea of this kinda angst (which was inspired by a prompt list for bakudeku originally lol). Also, if the last part seems rather rushed, sorry it's 12:59am here and I want to sleep yet I want to finish this bc I have a lotta other fics to work on.

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He wished you away. Prince Kiyoomi actually wished you away.

Which was probably for the best, since, in his words were “you’ve been nothing but a hindrance, a pest” and you've been nothing but pathetic, contributing to little with your history and books, doing little to help prosper the kingdom.

And now, here you were: forever stuck in this maze-like dungeon, guarded by a hulking beast for all of eternity.

Fact remains: your first love actually wished you away.

And away you went to some castled walls, far from the kingdom you grew up in, away from civilization, far and away. Away, away, away from it all. Away from him.

Cold, numb, and hollow, tears blurred and streamed down your face through the monster's running, never letting go as you helplessly watch your kingdom shrink from view.

Then he stopped, your tears halted, heart in your throat. Arriving in your destination, it was a surprise when the monster put you down gently, huffing down at you, before leaving you to your lonesome.

(E/c) eyes slowly took in the room you were in - a wide room, marbled floors, fizzled candles in elegant stands, a plush-lookng canopy bed in the middle, with draperies made from the finest silk, there was an antechamber connecting to a library filled to the brim with books, another antechamber leading to a bath. It was a lot to take in. And strangely enough, it looked like it was waiting for a host to live in.

Shaken and raw from the events that occurred, it was only the sound of clanging iron doors that brought you out of your stupor, rushing towards the doors, shaking, banging, yelling helplessly, and begging to be free.

Huffing lowly the horned-monster disappeared into the corners of darkness, your cries falling on deaf ears.

The first few nights were spent crying.

Crying for you missed your books. Crying for you missed your apprentice and students. Crying because you missed your friends in the palace. Crying because you missed that little boy who sneaks into your room, begging for stories of time beyond him. Crying because you missed Big Brother Osamu, checking in to ensure there was something in your stomach. Crying because you missed fighting with Big Brother Atsumu. Crying because you missed chatting with Motoya. Crying because you missed the handsome visage, the aloof, sarcastic, cutting, yet gracefulness of your dear friend - Kiyoomi.

Crying because he wished you away, far, far away.

Night and day, you spent crying. So many tears were shed, too many had been dried up. Not only did you cry on the outside, but so were you on the side. Your whimpering echoing through your empty prison. Your throat had been hoarse from being used up, wailing for nobody.

Nobody was there to hear you cry, nor were there people to console you.

Alone.

Alone did you cry, alone did you suffer.

Denying everything and anything that was happening to you.

Why you? Why? What had you done? All you did was research on the country's past, pouring hours and hours in your books, often writing drafts and exchanging theories and discoveries - was that so wrong? Why you? You didn't deserve this! No! No!!!!!!!

You could deny your destiny all you want but at the end of the day, you were still imprisoned and by your lonesome. You were here. Nobody else. You.

Denying didn't change the fact that this was your reality now.

And soon, denial bled into acceptance.

Resigning to your hate, you could only feel tears start anew.

You were never to see your family again, let alone leave and see the outside world.

You would never see little Romero again.

You would never gush with your apprentice again about new discoveries and strategies, nor have educational debates with visiting historians.

You would never delight in sweets with the older Sakusas for afternoon tea.

You would never laugh with Motoya again.

You would never see Kiyoomi again.

With a heavy heart, you accepted it.

But it doesn't mean it'll hurt any less, the same way that it didn’t change the fact that your first love, the second Prince of Itachiyama, wished you away.

He didn’t mean to wish you away. He never did. It was just a rash thing he said because he was tired of people prying into his personal life, of people making decisions for him, and probably his fear and frustration that you were slipping away from him.

His status as the crowned prince meant that a lot was expected from him, even though his older brother was expected to inherit the throne. But his brother was never one for battle - too focused on politics and his people, neither was his sister - who fared better in navigation, so Kiyoomi was set to become the commander of the Royal Guard. It was a given since he born and bred for it. His skill and strategic mind were not to be underestimated, as he's led the kingdom to many victories and earned the respect of kings, generals, nobles, and soldiers. His prominent fame eventually caught on different aspects of his life, so it was only a matter of time before marriage was brought into the discussion.

Try as he might, he was a royal and these were inevitable. That doesn't mean he likes people prying into his private life, disliked it even more, when they began to question his relationships - especially with you, the royal historian.

A well-regarded historian, who practiced a bit of politics, you were someone he sought before deciding to go to war or for just a friendly debate over philosophy and strategies. What you thought of his strategies mattered a lot to him, he held your opinions over anyone's in the castle - even to his own parents. It wasn't to say because you were childhood friends, but he recognized your abilities as a historian. You did a lot of things, aside from chronicling the day-to-day life of royals. You were unique, for you were keen on gaining knowledge and voiced your ideas and opinions, never fearful and always respectable to whoever you were talking to.

That, and because of your closeness, became the reason that you became a target for many, for them to keep an eye on you. Sakusa knew this, tried to let it die. But the crowned prince had been too naive to the workings of twisting tales.

And then, marriage proposals were coming in. Left and right, people were badgering him. Not a moment's rest when they were on the brink of war for god's sake! He was not interested, leaving the proposals unanswered for all he cared.

One summer's night, a ball had been prepared to celebrate the foundation of their kingdom. As expected, visiting dignitaries and royals were invited.

("Chatterboxes who don't really have a place in this palace except a name," he'd mutter under his breath, you laugh at his comment.)

As the royal historian, you were expected and had been dressed in the finest clothes, a gift from his older sister - who absolutely fawned and adored you. Dressed in his royal robes, he felt the need to get on his knees, undeserving to be in the presence of such beauty.

In a sea full of royals and socialites, you were the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on, easily besting and outshining everyone.

This was the one night he was supposed to tell you how he felt about you, social status be damned, he only cared and has eyes for you and you alone.

In hushed whispers, gossip crept through the castle walls, snaking its way to each and every ear, poising and tainting their image of you. People began talking, eyes darting between him and the unsuspecting girl, who was laughing with an ambassador.

Suddenly, the whispers reached his ears, tainting his thoughts.

"Kiyoomi?" you whispered, tone laced with worry. Discreetly following after him when he pulled away from speaking with some ambassadors, you brought with you a goblet filled with water, fingers splaying over. "Are you alright?"

At the sight of you, he relaxed. Slightly. "No," bringing his fingers to his face, he massaged at his throbbing temples.

Taking a step closer, you held out the water, which he took graciously and took a small sip, eyes gazing out into the night with you next to him, not saying a word.

Behind you two, the loud music and fanfare went about. Camaraderie abounded inside that ballroom, glitz, and glamour just filling and living to their fullest as the night went on. However, on that balcony, there was nothing but silence - the silence one desperately sought for, the silence one could offer along with a companion who understood the need for said silence.

You didn't say anymore then, letting the silence fill in, working on a small smile when he looked your way and he appreciated you for it. This way, away from it all, under the moonlight, he could appreciate your beauty even more.

But it didn't last long.

One minute, you were joking about how gaudy people were dressed tonight, the next you were discussing Kiyoomi's battle plans and possible alliance with the Shiratorizawa kingdom, notorious for their undeniable power and might. They started as a small kingdom, which vastly grew over the years. Personally, you've met and been acquainted with them when they visited and enjoyed debates with Satori, Kenjirou, and even the emperor's son, Wakatoshi. Kiyoomi held said man to a high regard, never shutting up about his feats and skills. This was worrisome because Shiratorizawa was becoming especially unyielding when it comes to conquering neighbouring kingdoms - likes their recent dispute with Aoba Johsai and Karaunso, caring very little in casualties. Kiyoomi was quick to defend Wakatoshi, never minding the lives that were ignored during their rise to power, or your obvious discomfort of such alliance.

"So, I'm the bad guy now? For wanting what's best for my people?"

"What you want is war with defenseless people, in an unfair and one-sided war that'll only lead to bloodshed," you reasoned. "I just think you should rethink it, or at least have terms."

"There is nothing to rethink and no terms to talk about," his voice rises, his temper rising. "As royal historian, you should know at least that this alliance is promising and will yield results for the betterment of our kingdoms."

"You're forgetting that history is a philosophy that teaches by example," you quote, hands curling into fists. "I just don't want you making the same mistake-"

"I don't make mistakes, I make results." Something cracked in the darkness, his eyes warranting a scary drip of pride.

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"What would you know about wars and alliances anyway?"

Swallowing, you stood your ground, turning to face him. "Plenty. Enough to tell you, that as the royal historian, one mustn't needlessly push through with alliances without thinking them through first. Yes, it may yield good results but at the cost of many? I don't think so." A cold gust of wind blew, clouds rumbling overhead. "And as your friend, I worry about how rash you're being just because of Wakatoshi-"

Kiyoomi scoffed, actually scoffed at you, incredulously at how ludicrous your words were.

"God, could you be any more pretentious? Not everything is as easy as you make it!"

"Kiyoomi, stop-"

"What would you know? I wish you'd just be taken away, far away because I don't need you here when you've been nothing but a hindrance and a pest to this kingdom's chances of glory. I don't need you here when you've been nothing but a pest and a hindrance. I've clearly wasted all those years of educating you for a rather ignorant mind."

"You don't mean that,"

"Maybe, I do!" he yelled, throwing the goblet away, his voice was able to catch the attention of people nearby. "You think you know everything, just because of your books that talks about dead people-"

"Kiyoomi-"

"-then you talk to me as though I haven't learned about them and disregard the fact that I’m trying to be better than them-“

“I know, Kiyoomi, I know-“

“Shut up, you don’t know! Just like you don’t know a thing outside your books, it’s not always as it was written! You don’t know just how difficult it is to really man an army, let alone try to make efforts to ensure that we make it out alive. You wouldn’t understand how weary the job is at the end of the day, because you’re happy being in the castle surrounded by your books all day. You wouldn’t understand, so just leave this to me,” overhead, thunder rumbled loudly, ferociously. Kiyoomi took a step, you took a step back. “Stop nagging me over things I already know!”

Lower lip quivering, you bit down, chin held up high as you asked. “D-Don’t my opinions matter to you, Kiyoomi?” it was a question laced with hurt, enough to guilt him, but Kiyoomi didn’t yield.

“Just stop!” his breathing was shaking, harsh. Consumed completely by anger, frustration, and fear, his eyes met yours, voice cold as he said, “I wish that you were taken away, there’s no place in the palace for someone so ignorant and a hindrance to the prosperity we’re guaranteed to have. If you can’t join us, you might as well be a pest.”

Famous last words.

Something compelled him to say it, he couldn't stop himself and the words just went out.

Fear, frustration, anger, all pushed him to his boiling point.

Twin pools of (e/c) widened, slowly filling with pain and tears, stopping him cold.

All the words he’s said comes crashing over him, regret quickly followed. Kiyoomi pales, feeling cold all over.

“(Y/N)-“

And then came chaos.

Crashing in uninvited, wildly wreaking havoc with little regard of who was in the way. Panic screaming, yelling, and thrashing.

And then, it lifted its head. To the balcony. Its blank eyes dilating, narrowing at the sight of you.

Kiyoomi only had a moment to realize what was going to happen before it was too late.

One moment, the horned-monster was in the middle of the dance floor. The next, it was barrelling its way towards the two of you, pushing anyone in its path, destroying the doors, grabbing you harshly, and throwing you over its shoulder, all in one second. Kiyoomi hadn't realized that he had been pushed away, blood matting his hair, his robes–

"(Y/N)!" but it was too late, the Minotaur was speeding away with you in its grasp.

Shakily, he tried to get to his feet, only to fumble.

“(Y/N)…”

He tried again.

"(Y/N)..."

And again.

"(Y/N)..."

Again.

Slumping against the ground, his eyes never left the direction the Minotaur left with you in tow.

'I wish you were taken away...'

Twin pools of (e/c). Broken. Destroyed. Humiliated. Tears flowing.

He couldn’t focus. Nothing was right. No. Nothing felt right. Something tightened in his chest. Breathe. Breathe. How do you breathe again? Plink! Something wet fell down on him, wetting his hair, his robes, blood smearing on the marbled floors. Blood. That was his blood. He hit his head. His blood. Blood smeared. To his hands – since when had he fallen to his knees? And screaming. Anguish. Pain. Regret. Screaming. Wait, was somebody screaming?

Oh, wait.

It was him.

He was on his knees.

He was screaming.

Screaming through the pouring rain as he bled.

Dread washed over him when he realized that his wish had been granted, you were whisked away by a beast and never to be seen again.

You slipped away from him, only because he wished for it.

The labyrinth was a rather large domain.

Massive concrete walls, quiet stones that suffocated you with silence, enough to drive you mad. A maze that was endless in its length, wide in its berth, and dizzying to traverse.

Many were the days you spent roaming around, in high hopes you've found an exit, only to find yourself in a dead-end. Many were the days where you practically rammed yourself into walls, hoping for a secret exit. Many were the days where you hoped, that if you crashed hard enough or hit yourself hard enough, you'd wind up unconscious, never to wake again. Dead. You didn't want to stay here forever.

But one day, as you were walking about, you happened upon the strangest thing - a garden. A hidden garden, to be exact.

Walking towards and through the archway, you were greeted with something that was a sight for weary eyes. A lush garden, filled to the brim with blossoming flowers as far as the eye can see. And fruit trees! The rarest you can find and have only heard of from stories. It stretched the whole area that you almost forgot that you couldn't tell if it was closed in by the labyrinth's high walls.

Taking a step in, bare feet meeting the damp grass, for the first time in what seems like forever, you broke into a shaky, wet laugh. Hands covering your mouth as you walked further in, uncaring. (E/c) eyes were filled with tears anew, tears of joy.

The air was fragrant, sweet, comforting. Flowers, colorful flowers in different shapes and sizes painted the gardens with vibrant colors and life.

Alive, the garden was alive, buzzing dragonflies, fluttering butterflies, and other smaller insects.

Feeling something warm kiss your sigh, you made a shaky sound - a gasp. Slowly, you began to breathe. Sighing, you craned your head up to meet the sky up above you. Squinting, your eyes fell shut, soaking it in.

You were probably up in the highest tower, for you were encased in a glass ceiling, allowing the sun to shed its light down on you, on the greenery.

The garden was spectacular, almost like the ones in the castle.

You lost track of time, but you didn’t care. This little heaven was all that you had, even if it were lonely.

Many were the days, with tear-dried face, did you wonder if you were going to go insane in here. Many were the days spent memorizing paths – some were useful, like the way to your chambers and the garden, while many paths proved useless, meaningless. Like the labyrinth knew you’d want to find a way out, giving you nothing.

Acceptance bled from denial.

However pretty your prison was, sadly, you remind yourself again, Kiyoomi wished you away.

A bruised cheek and a split lip. To many, injuries would be a badge of honor to satisfy their male ego. But for Prince Kiyoomi, they might as well be a badgeof dishonor. And for two good reasons - each came from your adoptive brothers, Atsumu's having the most hits since he was the oldest, boiling with rage after finding out that his youngest sister was taken away because of him. Crowned prince be damned, Atsumu would gladly beat him black and blue, had Bokuto not stopped and held him back.

Osamu would surely help, without a doubt. The punch he delivered was undoubtedly was painful. And that was it, followed by a long, cold, hard stare and nothing else. Miya Osamu was always known to be the calmer twin with a filter to his language and could be just as vile with his words as his twin. But his silence, that long, cold, hard stare was enough. His silent gaze was burning enough, a thousand words dying to be said that cut through thanks to his fist. A split lip and message received.

You were too good for him, that much the twins knew.

You were sweet, headstrong, brave, and annoyingly book smart, but still way too good for someone like the third crowned prince of Itachiyama.

Atsumu didn't like it that his (self-proclaimed) rival and commanding officer was romantically tied to his beloved sister. Osamu doesn't give a shit, so long as you were happy, but he was miffed by the fact that he was royalty.

"It's so cliche," he'd tell you, brandishing some rice balls in three different variants. "he's a prince, you're a commoner. That in itself is a recipe for disaster."

Unamused with your older brother's words, you eyed the rice balls in his tray before taking the one in the middle, wolfing without thinking. "Yum!"

"Oi, listen to yer brothers when we're talkin'!" yelled Atsumu, who grabbed the other onigiri, spitting rice everywhere.

"You piece of shit for a brother, don't talk with your mouth full!" but rice also flew everywhere from when you opened your mouth.

Sighing, Osamu took the last onigiri for himself, taking bites as the two of you fought.

Kiyoomo, who had just arrived, could only watch as the Miya siblings fought amongst themselves before the argument died down and you were all laughing at something. Without a doubt, the twins loved you, even though you weren't blood-related.

Looking up, you waved at him with a wide, warm, welcoming smile. Osamu inclined his head, a sort of bow. Atsumu coolly two-finger saluted him, his commanding officer by the way.

Osamu trusted him.

Atsumu trusted him.

They trusted him.

And what did they get? A brokenhearted sister who's now held captive somewhere.

He deserved it, Kiyoomi knew without a doubt that he deserved it and more.

After all, who wishes their childhood friend away?

Who wishes the person they're madly in love with away?

With badges of dishonor brandishing his face, Prince Kiyoomi set out on a quest: to find and rescue you. No matter what.

As far as the books you've read have told, Minotaurs were supposed to be blood-thirsty creatures who devoured on sacrifices kept in the labyrinth. But this Minotaur was different. First of all, it appeared out of nowhere. There had been countless sightings of strange creatures within and outside the kingdom, but they'd been territorial and respectable of keeping their distance from humans. And through your desperate walks around he maze, there were no signs of bones, of any sacrifices that legends told you the creature devoured of. Nothing.

Instead, the creature was just there. Tall. Hulking. Intimidating. Silent. Watching.

When you saw each other, it just stared. It didn't try to stop you, because only it knew the way out, and no way was he willing to let you escape.

It didn't seem to have a master, either.

It just was.

Day in and day out, it was just there.

Unnerving you.

You knew you'd never escape.

Many of your days were spent in the gardens. Sometimes in your room, with a comfortable bed, a warm hearth, and all the books you could read to your heart's desire, and a single gilded narrow window. In the garden, the window was up above you, far within your reach even if you climbed the trees. As though it were a reminder.

Sometimes, when you stared too long at the windows, you could hear the Minotaur huffing behind you, almost laughingly. Mockingly.

Pretty as your prison was, so long as the beast lingered, you knew you weren't safe forever.

Perhaps it was biding its time? Waiting on you to accept death, surrender to it before it could do it's bidding? Maybe it just wanted a dame to lure victims in wanting a chance to prove their heroism? Or maybe it just wanted you to share fate, to stay here in this maze forever? You couldn't escape even if you tried anyway.

Ferocious as he was, the horned-beast saw to it that you were fed, bringing you meals during breakfast, lunch, dinner. Occasionally, he’d bring some fruits. At times, some books and gifts to keep you entertained. When your dress – the beautiful dress the older Sakusa gave you that night – was tattered, ruined, he had given you a new one. It was a wonder where he got these gifts.

“Thank you,” (e/c) eyes turned to the hulking creature, who huffed in response, then left.

Denial bled into acceptance.

If this was your fate forever, then so be it.

After all, Sakusa wished you away for it.

As disappointed as he was in his cousin, Motoya couldn't find it in his heart to hate his cousin completely.

With a brother and sister, both of which who were much older than him, they were all busy learning how to run the castle. His parents were no exception either, as the king and queen of the kingdom. Kiyoomi spent so much of his time alone, growing rather quiet and aloof with his surroundings.

Luckily, the Komori family was there, Motoya was right by his side. But Kiyoomi was still quiet and a bit of a snob.

That was until the Miyas arrived.

The Miyas, who came from the west with two strapping young boys and an adopted bright-eyed girl. They worked around the palace as smith and cook, respectively, the twins always bickering amongst themselves while the youngest quietly tended to her books. More often than not, she'd sneak off to the royal library and read.

Motoya remembered seeing her deep in the library, nose stuck to the book as her eyes glimmered with life, drinking in information with scary speed. She was on her third book. He was with Kiyoomi then, the two were doing self-study, but stopped at the sight of the strange Miya girl.

The next day, Kiyoomi asked for her name. “Miya (Y/N),” she said, tucking a book under her arms, bowing slightly, before walking away, books in tow. Probably to return them.

The day after, she was joining in their self-study, often debating about the histories she read with him, which ended up as a full-blown discussion not even part of their studies!

The next, next, next day, she wasn't there, having been scolded for running off too much to read her books. However, Kiyoomi came to her defense, and (Y/N) was granted access to the library. She eventually caught the attention of the royal librarian before taking the little girl under her wing. Never had Motoya seen (e/c) eyes shine so bright that they rivaled the best jewels some snobby royals had. Later that day, as her older brothers were fighting amongst themselves (for possibly the nth time) and he and his cousin were passing by, (Y/N) saw and ran up to them and did the impossible: she tackled Kiyoomi into a hug! Motoya, and the Miya twins, stared in shock. Nobody just hugs the prince like that, he doesn't like to be touched! Nobody!

But Kiyoomi just stood there, taking in the hug, arms awkwardly raised to the smaller girl's form, before decidedly resting on hand on her shoulder, and the other to pat her head. Not one ounce of disgust registered on his cousin's face. Instead, he saw a soft smile, his onyx eyes warm at the girl.

And the rest was history.

Over time, (Y/N) had proven herself with her studies - as her brothers had proven themselves as well as soldiers, showing promise with each passing. Motoya was amazed by her academic prowess, her sound mind, and cunning demeanor, no wonder she wounded up as the royal historian. He'd like to think his cousin played a role in there somewhere. More often than not, Kiyoomi would endorse her to his teachers, her ideas and opinions, too.

It was no secret that since her promotion, Kiyoomi would always seek her out.

It was no secret either that, eventually, the older Sakusa siblings would hear about infamous Miya (Y/N) and fawn over her.

It was no secret either that Kiyoomi only his eyes for her, having been his cousin’s close-confident regarding confusing feelings and possessiveness over her. For someone who always saw things through, who absolutely refused to do anything half-assed, Motoya made sure to poke at his cousin’s rather slow pace with her. Kiyoomi would reason that the timing was never there, because of his duties, and he didn’t want her to get caught in the drama brewing amongst castle chatterboxes. He wanted to protect her from that. Yet he failed.

Guilt was written all over Kiyoomi’s face the night (Y/N) had been taken away. Unflinching from the cold rain, the blood in his hands, his head injury, Kiyoomi just looked…blank.

Since her disappearance, his cousin was a living doll, he barely slept, barely ate, and barely even cleaned himself!

Worried, Motoya saw to it himself that his cousin was taken care of. His parents would send maids to ensure he'd leave the room. His older brother would personally check in with him and talk. His older sister would rush in and forcibly take him to walks in the garden or get him to bathe. Later, Osamu would send him food to eat. Atsumu came by a few days later, pissed still at his superior, but asked him if he had any orders. Slowly but surely, he was getting on his feet. But at the end of the day, Kiyoomi would buckle from it all and just exist.

He was like a living doll, with no function, no purpose. Nothing. It was unbecoming of him.

Everything seemed pointless now.

How did the Great Commander of Itachiyama's Royal Gaurd fall so hard? Simple, it was because of her.

(Y/N) was always his greatest weakness just as she was his greatest strength. Only, he took it for granted.

Motoya couldn't find it in his heart to hate his cousin, for he knew, probably more than anyone else in the castle, how much he hated himself for what happened.

If there was one thing he knew about his cousin, it's that once he starts something, he'll be so fixated on it and ensures he finishes it through. And with his dying breath, swearing even on his sword, his life, he would- no, he will find (Y/N) and bring her back.

“Kiyoomi?” he asked, entering his cousin’s office after two knocks.

Motoya stopped at the door, noticing the maps scattered around his usually kept desk, along with some notes written in messy, familiar penmanship, the look in his cousin’s eyes.

“Motoya,” he glanced up briefly, shoulders straightening, hands planted on each side of the desk.

“Do you have any leads?” the brunet starts, walking further in.

And Motoya would be there, to help him bring his heart back.

At night, you see him in your dreams.

Intimidating, tall, handsome, wearing that rare smile of his, one that reached his eyes. A secret-like smile, one he shared for those who were worthy of it.

Kiyoomi would be sitting by the pavilion in the castle gardens, watching you across him, head titled slightly, before his lips curled.

And then you’d wake up.

Immediately, your hands fetched for your books, a pencil, to sketch him before your memory of the dream fades – finely shaped jaw, twin beauty marks over his left eye, thick curls, inquisitive dark eyes, long nose, supple lips, his rare smile- only to pause. Stop. Then cry.

Tears starting anew, you looked down at your sketch – of Sakusa Kiyoomi smiling at you, breaking into a watery laugh, free hand shakily touching your sketch. “K-Kiyoomi…”

Dropping the sketch, you covered your mouth with one hand, the other fisted over your heart.

What was the point?

You loved him for the longest time. You’ve been stuck in this one-sided love for your childhood friend for as long as you can remember.

But as the crowned prince, and soon-to-be great commander of the Royal Guard, something as trivial as a romance - with the royal historian of all people, a person with questionable ancestry? It was not meant to be.

Had you been given a chance between taking you away forever and forgetting him forever, you would gladly choose the latter.

Because nothing hurts more than to remember every day that the person you love wished you away, crushing your heart and everything inside. At least when you forget, so will the feelings, leaving you hollow and numb. Ready to start anew.

You were sure he was happiest with your disappearance, finally getting the chance to be closer to Wakatoshi from Shiratorizawa, solidifying the alliance.

You did miss Komori. Your adopted brothers. Your friends. Your apprentice. Your home.

But they were gone now, soon to be a forgotten memory.

Here you stay and here you shall remain, doom to remember until your dying breath how your love wished you away.

Prince Kiyoomi dreams of you.

In his dreams, you were a sight to behold in cream, your (h/c) hair freely falling upon your bare shoulders as you poured into another book. When he walks up behind you, he scoops your hair away and plants a kiss to your shoulders, neck, cheek. A light giggle was his reward, curling his lips upward before he was met with (e/c) eyes.

You were so beautiful.

A sight to behold.

You'd say his name ever so lightly, gently, warmly, and with love. The only way he knew his name should be called leaving your plump lips. Plump lips that looked so inviting and endearing, making him want to lean in-

And then he'd wake up.

Prince Kiyoomi dreams of you. A lot.

Has been for the last 18 years of his life.

Has been for the past year you've been taken from him.

In his dreams, you would be in his arms.

But in reality, you were taken away from him.

All because he wished you away.

It was a plain and simple reminder that you had to remember: he was a prince, you were the royal historian. Nothing more, nothing less.

You didn’t come from royalty like him, so he was out of your reach. You could love him, but what good is the love of a lowly peasant girl? A girl with questionable origins, plucked from the ruins by kindly gentlefolk who took her in?

Even though you were regarded as a genius, strategic in mind that rivaled that of the crowned prince, you were still just a peasant. Someone was regal like Kiyoomi deserved nothing but the best.

Despite having your heartbroken, you smiled at Kiyoomi, eyes filled with so much love. Not knowing that it would be the last time he’d see you.

Later that night, in front of his constituents, brought by frustration and fear of his position and of your social classes, Prince Sakusa rashly wishes for you to be taken away. Not a second later, a Minotaur comes crashing in to take you away. Forever.

Wish granted.

There were many things he regrets.

One of them being missing the chance to press his lips to yours under the rain, a rather picturesque and romantic-setting, had it not been for the fact that he accidentally napped in the palace training grounds and you were happily playing under the rain before finding him.

He still remembered your laugh, a saccharine tune that was pure bliss to listen to. Your smile, it illuminated your face, brightening the dreary downpour, warmed his insides. “Kiyoomi, get up! This is no place for the crowned prince to lie down!” Taking him by the hand, he tugged you to take shelter and he let you.

“Speak for yourself,” he snorts. “what’s the royal historian doing getting herself wet?”

Laughing, you rolled your eyes at him. “I needed a break.”

“And you think getting wet under the pouring rain warrants as break?”

“I love the rain!” you laugh, bright smile splitting open your lips and your (e/c) eyes shining brightly. Reaching a hand out, Kiyoomi watched as the smile remained on your face, watching the droplets on your outstretched hand.

Silent, the crowned prince silently set his eyes in the way your (h/c) hair darkened in the rain, your dress was soaked, yet you had laughed, carelessly, a bright and gentle sound that was threatened to drown out in the thundering downpour. Dark eyes slowly took the slope of your neck, mapping your collarbones, trailing a droplet of rain that slithered down the smooth expanse of your neck.

Kiyoomi inhaled and exhaled, shaking his head slightly, dark curls shaking with him. He heard you laugh, sounding closer.

You had leaned in, playfully poking his two beauty marks before tucking wet curls away. Entranced by you, something inside him started, dizzying, confusing, satisfying. He caught your hands in his, bringing them to his cheeks, revelling, leaning into your touch. Ever so gently, he planted his lips on the center of your palm. Breath hitching, you were unable to look away. Kiyoomi’s eyes opened slowly to meet yours, the thundering in your chest increasing. There was soft, loving, endearing look in both your eyes, something both you wondering. Only a breath away, Kiyoomi slowly leaned in, your eyes fluttering close, waiting. And he would have kissed you then and there, had Atsumu not showed up and cut the mood.

The next day, he drilled the blond bastard harder than the rest.

But the one thing Kiyoomi regrets the most was wishing you away, for he never got the chance to tell you he loved you.

Books lined and filled the room, there was a disarray of scrolls, notes, and opened books scattered on the floor, the table. And there you were, pouring words into your notebook with your sleeves pulled up, stray hair escaping your upswept (h/c) hair - messy, curious, beautiful you.

"You have ink in your fingers," he says, as a way of greeting.

Looking up, your expression breaks into a beautified smile, "Kiyoomi!" realizing what he said, you looked around, then laughed nervously at your state. Grabbing a random cloth off the chair closest to you, you wiped at your fingers, walking around to meet him. "To what do I owe the crowned prince the honor?"

He rolls his eyes at your politeness, as though you haven't been friends since you were younger.

"I had a feeling you would be spending hours on the procured books on the Great Backyard Battle between Nekoma and Karasuno. Meaning, you'd be missing out on lunch." At this, he poked the space between your brows. Hard.

“Ow!”

“I’ve sent for lunch. Join me.”

Rubbing at your forehead, your face morphs into a sly grin. “Aww, you could just say you miss me, y’know~”

There were still remnants of ink on your fingers, because you smeared some over your forehead. With a roll – graceful roll, as you put it, he grabs the cloth, turns it to the clean side, and gently rubs the ink off your forehead.

“How are your hands always this dirty?”

“Kiyoomi, I’m not ready for that kinda joke,” you giggle when he’s finished, blowing into laughter when he throws the cloth into your face.

By the day, you were becoming cheekier like your brothers. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Pulling the cloth away, you inspect your relatively clean fingers, showing them to him. Unamused, he humored you by inspecting them closely.

“Clean enough for ya?”

“It will do. But I will ask the servants for a wash or utensils.”

You reply with a giggle, falling in step with your dear friend out your study.

With ink in your fingers, rumpled clothes, and messy hair, to him, you'd still be the most beautiful woman his eyes have ever seen.

Lonely were the nights spent by your lonesome, with nothing like companionship to fill the silence, to quell the fear, to steady your sanity. Yet, here you were. Still. By some miracle.

Books had been your constant companion all your life, feeding your ever curious mind. They were relative company, but not enough to satisfy your loneliness.

The garden, thriving with life and wonder, had lots to offer. Adorning flowers, gentle little insects, they were almost a reminder of life. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Lonely were the days that came by, yet somehow, you managed through.

Managing through keeping yourself sane.

Managing through the fear of your impending doom at the hands of the Minotaur.

Managing through the ache deep inside your chest.

Night-time befell, unable to sleep, you headed to the gardens.

A full moon was out tonight, big and bright. And yet, it seemed alone, like you.

Under the moonlight, you cry and pray.

Crying for the ones you've left behind – your family, friends, students, praying that they may be well.

Crying for your kingdom, praying that it may prosper.

Crying for yourself, praying that you can still manage by.

Crying for your love, praying that he may find happiness.

Denial bled into acceptance.

Prince Sakusa Kiyoomi, Third Prince of Itachiyama Kingdom and Royal Guard Commander, your first love, wished you away.

Finally, after days, months, and little over a year of searching, he found a lead.

Without wasting a second, he arranged his best men – Atsumu first to call for duty, followed by Osamu, who quickly put on his uniform and begged to join – and set forth.

It wasn’t an easy mission.

Kozume, the oracle, wasn’t lying when he said the road would be perilous, treacherous, and tested even the strongest minds. But he wasn’t commander of the Royal Guard for nothing.

Plowing enemy after enemy, never faltering and always on their guard, his men proved that they were best of the best, in leagues with the greatest fighters in the land - akin to jackals hungry for their next prey.

Even after years of quitting the army, Osamu was a force to deal with on the battlefield, especially with Atsumu. The Miya twins, the deadliest forces to deal with, truly a sight to behold.

Whatever came their way, they pushed through.

When night-time befell, you wandered off to the gardens, unable to sleep for some reason.

Unbeknownst to you, the Minotaur had turned its head and growled under its breath. Lifting its head up, huffing angrily, readily.

“I’ll go,” Kiyoomi told his men, eyes never leaving the tall walls before them.

“I’ll come,” Atsumu says, nearly bouncing on his feet, Osamu, a bundle of nervous energy beside him. Bokuto, Hinata, Meian, Inunaki, Thomas, stood by, waiting for orders. The walls in front of them were intimidating, yet as Motoya looked at his cousin, he was surprised yet unsurprised at the same time to see that Kiyoomi seemed…determined.

“No,” Kiyoomi said, firm and stern. Without looking back, he took a step forward. “I’ll go. Alone.”

There was no moon out tonight, you thought with a heavy sigh.

How lonely.

Bringing your knees to your chest, you heaved another heavy sigh, chin tucked in, as you gazed out to the stars.

As the oracle had warned, traversing into the labyrinth won’t be easy as trials awaits him at every turn.

Kiyoomi didn’t falter at his warning, not once.

Even when he was faced with goblins.

Even when hands began to emerge from the walls, reaching for him.

Even when the walls started to close in.

Even when the walls started talking, trying to goad him to leave, escape, give up.

He didn’t budge, not even once.

Through it all, Kiyoomi had to make use of his wit to beat the labyrinth.

Kozume never said anything about beating the labyrinth, giving him little to nothing. But then, he understood you can’t beat it, you just have to outsmart it.

So when the labyrinth began a new tactic, riddling the prince at each turn, Kiyoomi met the challenge head-on.

Nothing will stop him, not even these trivial challenges that try to undermine him.

Nothing shall stand in his way.

He was a man on a mission, everything else was in his way.

Orion. The hunter. Ursa Major. The Big Bear. Ursa Minor. The Little Bear. Bitterly, sadly, you found the Northern Crown.

Draco. The dragon. Lyra. The lyre. Canis Minor. The Little Dog. Pegasus. The Winged Horse. Cygnus. The Northern Cross.

Andromeda. The Chained Princess.

The story of a princess chained to pay for her mother’s demise was one that fascinated you as a child, especially because the princess had to await her demise at the hands of some monster only to be rescued by a hero.

Oh, what a naïve little child you were–

A shooting star.

Something in you shifts, then settles, a breathless laugh leaving your lips as you hugged your folded knees tighter.

Was it wishful thinking if you wished you could be like Andromeda and be saved? Or were you still naïve?

And there it was, the Minotaur.

Hulking, maddening like he remembered that night.

The night it took away (Y/N).

It was big, bigger than anything he’s ever faced. And strong, too.

With a flick of its arm, Kiyoomi was on the side of the balcony, hitting his head against the wall. It was also fast.

However, that doesn’t mean he would yield, nor would he surrender.

He tightened his grip on his sword, expression hardened, darkened at the sight of it.

He trained like crazy after that night, worked himself to the bone to match the crazy stamina levels of one Hinata Shouyo, and strength of Bokuto Koutarou. Precision and skills were his greatest feats, but he had to be cunning and nasty like that of Miya Atsumu. Also, he had to be reserved and patient, like that of Miya Osamu.

Before him, the Minotaur let out a mighty roar, echoing through the walls, dragging its hooves readily.

Kiyoomi never let go of his sword, neither did he drop his gaze at the Minotaur.

The air was thick, heady.

A beat.

And then they both charged.

“Hey, Tsumu-Tsumu, Myaa-Sam?”

The fire crackled in front of them, burning the iron pot above it, the smell of beef stew filling in.

“Do you think Omi can save (Y/N)-chan?”

The dark-haired twin stopped stirring the pot, the blonde-dyed twin stared into the fire, clasped hand gripping tighter. A brown-haired man perked at the sound of his cousin’s name, watching the men in silence.

The fire danced, wood snapping once, then twice, before it broke into two.

And then, “What kinda stupid questions is that, Bokkun?” Atsumu smirks.

“No one’s crazy enough like him, too,” Osamu added, dropping a few spices in.

Motoya smiled, honored on behalf of his cousin at the twins’ words.

Carefully, the lid was placed in, leaving a little space for the stew to simmer for few more minutes.

A dull pain hummed in his head, followed by a sharp pain that was sure to be from a broken rib. Breathing in was torturous, heaving laboring breaths through his nose and out his mouth.

Before him, the horned-beast huffed, sporting the stabs Kiyoomi had given him.

Yet, it stood there still while he was worse for wear.

The oracle's words rang through his head again, warning him that going in was the same as wishing for a death sentence.

And yet, Kiyoomi willingly accepted in, knowing full well of the risks and consequences - because he's had a whole year to think about them from the hollowness of his chest.

You were the one thing that kept him going.

You were the light in the dark.

You were a beacon he was desperate to follow.

You were the only thing that mattered.

Getting to his feet, ignoring how his body screamed in pain, he lifted his sword.

Angered, Minotaur charged again, head lowered, horns ready to skewer him.

Kiyoomi didn't move, only shifted his position.

When it was close enough, he raised his sword.

"Hey, Kiyoomi?"

"What,"

"If there was one thing in the world that you could have, what would it be?"

"..."

"Like, you could ask for anything - power, gold, magical abilities, a nice exotic pet, what would it be?"

"..."

"Oh? What a silence."

"What a question,"

"Well? What would you want?"

"Umeboshi."

"Kiyoomi, you're just playing with me aren't you?"

It shouldn't be a question, because he already knew the answer.

You.

All Kiyoomi ever wanted in the whole world was you.

And there you were.

Basked in the moonlight, your (h/c) was longer, falling over your frame, barefooted on the grass – looking like a goddess.

His chest heaves heavily with every exhale, weary from his long battle with the Minotaur, never minding the pain and bruises, all he could see was you.

You.

After all this time.

"(Y/N)..."

You looked up in surprise, his voice cutting through the silence, and got to your feet. Staring at him in shock.

It's been so long.

Too long.

Far too long.

A year and a half was long enough for him to meet your (e/c) eyes, to see your face, to be in the same room.

"K-Kiyoomi..."

He felt his heart beating, coming to life.

Dropping his sword, letting it clatter to the ground, he slowly walked, staggering in his steps, until he was in front of you.

What an image, a knight in shining armor, bloodied and bruised- did he kill the Minotaur?!

His hair was longer, slightly greasy, you noticed in shock. He was no way vain, but he liked to look clean and proper. But since you’ve been gone, he’s forgotten to take care of himself.

Suddenly, fear gnawed at his heart, remembering the last time he saw you, remembering the last words he said to you. Did you hate him? Did you fear him?

“Kiyoomi!”

And then, you were in each other’s arms, breaking down and crying, holding each other so tight in fear that someone or something would tear you two together again. Both of you collapsed to your knees, refusing to let the other go.

Kiyoomi’s cries were silent, but the relief that washed over him from a year’s worth of guilt and regret, of finally having you in his arms, it made was indescribable.

“(Y/N),” he says your name, like it’s the holiest thing to say, his saving grace. “(Y/N)!”

Hearing your name in his voice, after so long, it made you cry even harder. Kiyoomi kept holding you as you cried, rocking you back and forth.

Something hot and wet lands on your head, followed by Kiyoomi’s voice repeatedly saying your name.

Sorry, he wants to say ‘I’m sorry’, but the words were lodged in his throat. He wants to apologize, desperately apologize for hurting her. He wants to get on his knees.

Instead, he cries into her shoulder, relief continues to wash over him because he’s hugging you again, feeling you in his arms again and hearing your cries.

Pulling away, hands desperately clung to the other’s face – smoothing through the skin, memorizing the feel beneath their fingers, eyes drinking them in.

Finally, Kiyoomi does the one thing he’s been dying to do for years. He kisses you.

It’s everything he thought it would be – magical, spectacular, burning, and amazing, especially when you kiss him back. One hand holds his shoulder, the other snakes its way to his hair, gripping and grounding.

Uncaring of the snot and tears, he presses his lips against yours with much urgency, hoping to pour years’ worth of pining and affection he’s had for you. Pulling away for the second time, to breathe, he finger combs strands of hair away before cupping you by the back of your head, dark onyx eyes softening at the sight of you, enjoying the flush in your cheeks and the love in your eyes.

“I love you,”

Both of you said it at the same time, much to both your shock.

Eventually, both of you laughed, foreheads pressing.

It was a long time running and both of you were such fools.

When dawn broke out the next day, two figures were seen leaving the labyrinth hand-in-hand, as though they didn’t want to let go. The camp stirred awake, then the Miya brothers stumbled at the figures before they rushed – practically raced, over to meet their rescued sister. Soon, a brown-haired man rushed up to greet his cousin, a few more calls and more men rushed up to meet the two.

Behind them, the labyrinth magically disappeared without a trace.

However, it wasn’t important.

For what’s important was that the third prince of Itachiyama, the commander of the Royal Guard, finally got his heart back.

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“Ow! That’s my foot.” With Ushi. That's the ask- Thank you lmfaoooo ilybby

“One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three,” you repeat, just loud enough for the man in front of you to hear. The hand that’s holding yours as he leads you tensely through the dance is clammy, the nerves bubbling into his chest.

It was so strange, really. A prince at the age of 18 and he had never learned a proper waltz. But, now it explains why you had been approached months prior to teach the young man to dance and now, with the phonograph playing the final song as the dance lesson started to come to a close, the last waltz between teacher and student before the ball was to take place.

His body was still stiff and his movements weren’t the most graceful, but the steps were all there and he moved along with your counts well enough. Even after all of this time, his right hand still hovered slightly away from your waist in fear of his touch making you uncomfortable, but his eyes had moved away from the floor and settled onto your gentle features and sometimes, if you listened closely, you could hear him faintly whispering the counts along with you.

Ushijima raised your hand over your head to let you spin, turning you into him so your back was pressed flush against his chest as he continued along with the step sequence that he had followed so many times before. “One, two, three. One, two, three-” he murmured softly under his breath as he spun you away from him to reset your original position.

Maybe it was the gentle melody that filled the room or maybe it was sheer number of hours that the two of you had spent in such a close proximity, but in all of the times that Ushijima had practiced outside of these lessons, his heart never thudded so heavily in his chest, his palms never sweated this much, he never misstepped this much. But, your warm smile kept reassuring him that everything was-

“Ow! Your highness, that's my foot!" You gasp, pulling away from him abruptly to kneel down to hold your aching toes.

Panic flashed across his face as he kneeled next to you, fearful that he has seriously injured you due to his own mistakes, but you giggle softly as you gaze up at him.

"Don't worry so much, my prince. I'm alright. It's just a little sore."

"I'm very sorry. I should've been paying more attention," he states, desperately trying to keep his voice steady, but he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as his gaze fell onto the face of his pretty little dance teacher, the one with the pretty laugh that sounded better than any waltz he had ever heard, the one who always smelled like the lillies from the garden.

It was as if he was moving all on his own, like it was something he had practiced a million times. Ushijima's hand rested softly on your chin to turn your face towards his as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss. Your hands moved up to his chest, leaving burning touches against the clothed muscles.

"I guess you could say that I was a little distracted," he offers, the faintest hint of a smile ghosting his lips before going in for one more kiss as the final waltz came to a close.

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sailortongue · 2 years

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The King's Bargain (VII)

Pairing: King!Ushijima x Princess!Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, fluff, angst?

Summary: As a princess, you were always expected to eventually marry royalty, but never did you think that you would be engaged to the very king who declared war on your kingdom.

WC: 3.3k

Everyone go say happy birthday to the coauthor @itsfreewastelandbaby

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The reception was much more eventful than the wedding itself. It was being held in the ballroom of the palace, since it was one of the largest rooms available and was intended for large events. Wakatoshi briefly left your side to fetch refreshments, which gave King Kuroo and Prince Bokuto the perfect opportunity to approach you.

“YN! Congratulations!” exclaimed Bokuto, throwing his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug.

You returned the hug and thanked him. Kuroo followed Bokuto’s example and gave you a hug as well. “Congratulations, Yn! Can’t believe you're a queen now.”

You chuckled, “Yeah, I can’t either. It doesn’t seem real yet.”

Kuroo nodded in acknowledgement. “You’ll get used to it before you know it. It took a while after my coronation, too.”

You gave him a genuine smile, “Thank you, Kuroo. I really appreciate that.”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. I’m sure your ~husband~ will help you every step of the way until you can do it by yourself,” teased Bokuto, a wide grin on his face.

Kuroo, never one to be left out of the fun, also chimed in, “I’ll bet he’d help his queen with anything. Don’t you think, Bokuto?”

“Ohhh, of course he would. Whatever Her Majesty needs, right Yn?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, both of you. What about your love lives, huh?”

Kuroo put a hand over his heart in mock pain, “You wound me, Your Highness.” Bokuto laughed at Kuroo’s antics, but Kuroo wasn't having any of that. “What’re you laughing at, Bokuto? You don’t have a lover either.”

As the two men bickered back and forth, a new voice to your left made you jump. “Congratulations, princess,” came the flirty tone of a blond man accompanied by two men. One with the same face, twins, you presumed, and one with dark brown bangs parted on either side of his face.

“She’s a queen now, you nitwit,” said the man with an identical face. “Excuse him, he’s not known for being respectful,” he said, throwing a pointed glare at his brother.

“Don’t embarrass me in front of the pretty lady!”

“The pretty married lady?”

The blonde smirked. “All’s fair in love and war.”

Suddenly, a large palm landed itself on the man’s shoulder, and your husband came into view. “There should be no talk of war. After all, no one here would do anything to offend the other, isn’t that right, captain?” The man in question winced. “Yes of course.”

After a few more minutes of pleasantries (And bearing witness to Bokuto’s and Kuroo’s antics), you smiled sweetly at the men you were speaking to and bid them farewell to talk to another group of guests. You linked your arm into your new husband’s and ushered him to the dance floor for the first dance of the night. You released his arm to stand directly in front of him. He brought one hand to your waist, and grasped one of yours with the other. The guests formed a circle around the two of you, giving you ample space to twirl with the music. Throughout the entire dance, neither of you broke eye contact, completely enraptured with the other. When the song came to a close, the guests clapped as they took to the dance floor for the next song.

You and Wakatoshi made your way back to the edges of the ballroom as you had spotted your family waving you over. You let go of Wakatoshi’s arm and ran to your parents, throwing your arms around them. “There’s our girl!” exclaimed your father, enveloping you in a bear hug. You hugged your mother next before turning to Tooru, who, instead of hugging you, tugged you behind him before pointing an accusatory finger at Wakatoshi and barraging him with questions. Iwa took it upon himself to smack the back of Tooru’s head. “You’re supposed to protect me from harm, not cause it!” shouted your brother. He really was such an idiot.

Makki and Mattsun took the opportunity to greet you, immediately teasing you about your new marital status. “So, Queen Ushijima now, huh? How’s it feel?”

You chuckled, “To be quite honest, it hasn’t sunk in yet. I thought I would be a princess forever.”

“And I thought I would be the princess’ guard forever,” said Hajime wistfully, joining the three of you in conversation. “If you ever have an opening in the Shiratorizawa guard let me know.” The smile on his face made it clear that he was merely joking, but you couldn’t help but entertain the idea, “Oh, but of course. You’ll be the first person notified.”

“You can’t take Hajime! If he goes then who’ll train Kyoutani? Because it certainly won’t be me. He doesn't listen to me at all!” whined Tooru.

“Who’s Kyoutani?”

They all shared a look as if just realizing something. It was Mattsun who spoke first, “That’s right. You left before Kyoutani joined the guard.” He pointed to a man with short cropped blond hair with two dark stripes in it who seemed to be scowling at everyone he laid eyes on. “That’s him.”

As if sensing you all talking about him, he turned his glare in your direction. Hajime beckoned him over, to which Tooru was quick to object. It was amusing how your brother seemed almost genuinely intimidated by the new recruit.

Upon reaching your little group, Kyoutani bowed first to Wakatoshi and then to you, “Your Majesties.” Tooru was next, though Kyoutani said nothing in acknowledgement. He took his place beside Iwa, posture rigid. Your brother looked positively offended at the lack of greeting. He huffed, “I’m going talk to King Daichi.”

Wakatoshi looked at you, “Your brother is quite childish.”

“Understatement of the year,” snickered Makki, not even trying to hide his grin.

Never one to miss a chance to make fun of Tooru, Mattsun began a dramatic retelling of 8-year-old Tooru who jumped into the garden pond because he thought the lily pads would hold his weight. They did not. Even Kyoutani cracked a smile at the story.

Cheeks still hurting from smiling so much, you looked around to see where your brother had gone off to, but neither him nor King Daichi was anywhere to be seen. You shrugged it off, returning to the conversation which had shifted from making fun of Tooru to reminiscing about being children.

The two monarchs had taken their conversation elsewhere, a drawing room to be exact, which is the reason you were unable to find them. “Prince Tooru, please explain yourself. It is your sister’s wedding reception. You should be out there celebrating!” King Daichi was quickly losing patience with the young prince.

“Why should I celebrate my sister marrying that monster?” hissed Tooru. “The only reason she’s married to him is because he threatened war on our country otherwise.”

King Daichi’s jaw dropped open, his eyes widening. “I didn’t know that,” he said lamely.

“No, you wouldn’t have known. Couldn’t have. It’s been kept secret from everyone but the royal family and some choice servants.”

“So why are you telling me this?” The king narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“I want your help.”

“Excuse us, have any of you seen King Daichi?” interrupted a man with silver hair. He was accompanied by a much taller man with shoulder-length brown hair.

You took the liberty of answering, “No, I haven’t. My brother Tooru went speak to him some time ago, but I haven’t seen either of them since. I tried to look for him earlier but I don’t think they’re in the ballroom anymore.”

“I see. Well, thank you anyway. Would you like me to relay your brother’s whereabouts if we find him?”

“Yes, please. That would be much appreciated.”

“Our pleasure, Your Highness.” He nodded in goodbye to the group before presumably continuing his search, his brunet companion in tow.

Though a few minutes later it seemed that the silver haired man wouldn’t need to report back to you, as Tooru found you first. “What’d I miss?” asked your brother casually, as if he hadn’t been gone for half an hour at least. Bokuto, who had come over with Kuroo only a few minutes ago, broke into laughter whilst trying to catch Tooru up on a story he’d been telling about the time he was a kid and got stuck in a dumbwaiter whilst playing hide and seek with his sisters.

Tooru gave a hearty laugh, acting normal, and yet something seemed off, almost forced. A new song began and he turned to you and offered his hand, “Dance with me?”

“If you don’t mind embarrassing yourself. Your dancing is as abysmal as it was when we were children,” you laughed, but took his hand anyway. As the dance commenced, so too did his incessant questions.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to pretend for my sake. We both know you didn’t want to marry that savage, especially under threat of war.”

“He’s not a savage,” you chided, instantly defending your husband.

He scoffed. “You don’t actually like him, do you?” he questioned in disbelief.

“Wakatoshi isn’t anything like what you think he is.”

“Wakatoshi? So, you’re on a first name basis now?”

“Look, I know it’s less than ideal, but I think we can make this work. He’s kind, considerate, and r-”

“So, you do like him.” Tooru’s eyes darkened. There was so much disapproval wafting off him that it was practically tangible. “Have you forgotten that he declared war on our kingdom?”

“Of course I haven’t! But aren’t you the least bit curious why?”

“It doesn’t matter why he did it, the point is that he did it. Yn, this is absurd and I won’t hear anymore of your fantasy of a happily ever after with that brute.”

You were visibly growing agitated. Ushijima, who had been watching the whole affair from afar, decided that now was the time to intervene. A bride shouldn’t be upset on her wedding day.

Both you and Tooru were so absorbed in your squabbling that neither of you noticed Ushijima approaching.

“Oh, come on Tooru. You never even gave him a chance.”

“Why should I? Give me one good reason why I should so much as spare him the smallest grain of courtesy.”

“Because he’s my husband. I know his reputation is-”

“Atrocious,” deadpanned your brother.

You couldn’t even dispute it. He was right. “Not the word I was going to use, but yes. This isn’t what I wanted for myself, that’s true. And yeah he comes across as cold and aloof. But what’s done is done, and I am going to make the best of it.”

“Is that truly how you feel?” came the deep baritone of just the man you were talking about. “I apologize for causing such stress. It was never my intention.” The look on his face cut you deeply. He looked so hurt by your words.

“No, Wakatoshi wait!” You called after him, but he was already walking away. You went after him, leaving Tooru alone. You hated to admit it, but Wakatoshi definitely had the advantage. His legs were much longer than yours, which made it difficult to keep up. You just hoped you weren’t making too much of a scene and that everyone had drunk enough to not care what was going on around them.

You eventually caught up to him in the hallway leading away from the ballroom, but he didn’t stop. You grabbed a piece of his sleeve to prevent him from going any farther. “Please listen,” you hated that you were nearly begging, but you didn’t want to ruin your marriage just hours into it. “I know what I said was mean, but you didn’t let me finish.” You were looking at him with such desperation he couldn’t possibly deny you. He nodded for you to continue.

“What I was going to say is that you’re contradicting everything we’ve ever been led to believe about you. You may come across as cold and aloof at first, but once I got to know you you were actually sweet and caring.” You stared up at him resolutely, “I want this to work between us. I don’t want to spend my life in an unhappy marriage.”

You thought he wasn’t going to say anything and your heart fell, but a small smile slowly graced his face. “I would very much like that as well.”

Tooru still stood where you had left him, looking around for someone. He spotted them at a table near the corner and strode over quickly.

“I have proof,” he stated, a grim determination in his eyes.

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“She thinks he’s cold and aloof. She also said that she never wanted to marry him.”

The man’s brows furrowed in contemplation, his hands steepled. “I’ll help. But what do I get in return?”

Another man at the table chimed in, “Sire, I don’t think this is a good idea. I spoke with Queen Yn earlier and she seemed perfectly happy.”

Tooru snapped at the silver-headed man who had interrupted, “She’s a public figure which makes her well practiced in keeping up appearances. Just because she seemed happy doesn't mean she is.”

The prince continued with the conversation as if it had never been interrupted, “My father intends to step down from the throne within the year. As his successor, I will be crowned king. When that time comes, I will be willing to discuss an alliance.”

“An alliance? I’ll need something better than that if I’m going to risk war with Shiratorizawa.”

“Such as?”

“I want your knight, Iwaizumi Hajime, to join my ranks.”

“Absolutely not! He’s the captain of the guard. Essential.”

“Well, it’s between your sister or your knight. Pick one, because you can’t have both.”

Tooru hesitated, but ultimately responded, “My sister. I want my sister back.” His head hung low, ashamed that he had to make such a choice in the first place. He just hoped he was making the right one.

“It’s settled then. I’ll return your sister, and you transfer Iwaizumi to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to enjoy the remainder of this party.” And with that, he left, leaving Tooru second-guessing everything.

The reception party was finally winding down, and you and Wakatoshi both decided to officially end it since the guests were steadily dwindling.

“If we could have everyone’s attention please,” called Wakatoshi, “we’d like to bring this evening to a close, as it is getting quite late. My wife and I both appreciate you all celebrating our marriage with us and we wish you all a safe journey back. If you cannot make it back to your respective kingdoms tonight, please allow me to offer you accommodations here. If you choose to stay here, please speak with my butler, Goshiki.”

Some guests left, while others went to inquire with Goshiki about rooms for the night. You scanned the room, trying to find your family and friends so you could wish them either goodnight or goodbye. It didn’t take long to find them, since Makki and Mattsun were causing a ruckus, as per usual. You told Wakatoshi that you would only be gone a few minutes and made your way over. Kyoutani saw you first, and his bow alerted the rest of them that someone was approaching.

“Will you be leaving or staying?” you asked.

“Sorry, dear, but we’ll be returning to Seijoh,” answered your mother, a sad smile adorning her aging face.

You couldn't lie, you were a bit disappointed, but you understood. They had a kingdom to take care of, and they can’t do that from another country. You hugged everyone goodbye, with the exception of Kyoutani whom you’d only met that night and who seemed like he would be less than appreciative of being hugged. Your brother was last, and when he hugged you back he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” He didn’t clarify what he meant and you didn’t get the chance to ask before being pulled in again by Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa. It was a tearful group hug. It wasn’t like you would never see them again, but you had grown up with them and they were family in every way except blood.

Afterwards, you returned to Wakatoshi’s side, eyes red and watery, and watched everyone leave. When it was just you and him in the otherwise empty ballroom, he turned to you and tilted your face upwards with a gentle hand on your chin. It would take a blind man to miss the tear tracts on your face.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He brought his hands to either side of your face, his eyes frantically inspecting every inch of your face for signs of injury.

You chuckled, “No, I’m fine. Just sad. This is all really new, y’know? I’ve never been away from home.”

Wakatoshi’s shoulders slumped, and he heaved a sigh of relief. “I see. That’s completely understandable. I don’t expect you to adjust to such a big change overnight. No one does.”

“Thank you, Wakatoshi.” His words were reassuring, and you were truly thankful for them. They hadn’t fixed the problem, only time could do that, but they had made you feel better. He grabbed your hand in his, “Come, I’ll show you to your bedchambers.”

You followed him through the palace in silence. You were sheltered but not so much as to not know what is expected to occur on one’s wedding night. By the time you reached your bedroom, you were so tense you were practically shaking. This, of course, did not go unnoticed by Wakatoshi. A soothing squeeze of his palm around yours and you looked up at him. “Are you alright, my love?” You softened and smiled. “Yes. Just missing home.” He eyes you warily but drops your hand to open the large oak doors for you.

It was an impressive room, but the first thing to draw your attention was a music box sitting on the end of your bed. It was from your previous room in a Seijoh, an heirloom from your late grandmother. But you’d left it there. You approached the bed to pick it up before looking to Wakatoshi for an explanation. He followed you further into the room before taking the box from your hands and placing it on the bedside table so that he could take your hands in his.

“A wedding gift. I noticed you seemed rather attached to it so I contacted your mother and asked permission to have it brought here for you. I know it’s not much, but-”

You didn’t allow him to finish his sentence, as you tackled him in a hug. He tensed at the initial contact, but quickly wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, Toshi. It’s perfect.” Though you couldn’t see it due to your face being buried in his chest, the man blushed and held you tighter. The hug lasted until you moved your head to look at him, but he was already admiring you. “I’m glad it makes you happy. I know the circumstances of our marriage are not ideal, but I care for you greatly. That being said, we do not have to consummate this marriage tonight if you do not wish to.” He paused before continuing, and lowered himself to his knees. “I am here only to serve you.”

You looked at him in shock, but quickly evened your expression. “I want you, if you’ll have me.”

He stood up to his full height before leaning down, bringing his face to yours. His hands were on your hips in an instant, pushing you back until the back of your legs met the bed and you fell backwards. But this kiss was nothing like what you had shared on the altar; no longer gentle, this one was rough and passionate. He was everywhere at once, his hands making quick work of your dress. There would be no going back after this.

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