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Iré a dormir esta noche; pensando que todo estará bien... que todo regresará a su sitio; que todo tendrá orden...
Mabel
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Me han hecho mucho daño y sigo aquí sin ganas de querer hacerle daño a nadie, porque estar rota no me da derecho a romperte.
- Seguen.
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Todo lo que pude responder fue: Ten buena vida, sé feliz. Y no vuelvas a jugar con nadie...
Mabel
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La píldora más difícil que tragué este año fue aprender que no importa lo bueno que puedas ser para alguien, no importa cuánto lo ames, ellos pueden y te darán la espalda y no hay absolutamente nada que puedas hacer más que aguantarte y seguir avanzando...
- Seguen
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Hay días en los que pierdo la esperanza, y no logro entender cómo es que a veces todo se sale de control, pero frustra más no saber qué hacer.
Beschadyeska
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Summary: You have been his faithful bodyguard for years, a dear friend of his for much longer. Can you blame him for wanting something beyond that of a loyal subject and king?
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Drama, Modern AU
Warnings: OOC!Kyojuro, Female!Reader
Please tag the original artist if this artwork if you know them! Part 2 can be found here. Thank you so much for reading!
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Devotion
You almost feel bad for having to disturb him.
Almost.
If not for Sanemi threatening to murder you for letting him out of your sight, you would let him sleep. He hasn’t been getting much of it these days, what with signing peace treaties, being whisked away to banquets, and dealing with mountains of marriage proposals.
“I wasn’t even on duty when you slipped away,” you sigh into the hydrangeas, boots crunching soundly against the grass. “Guilt by association, I guess.”
He does this from time to time; disappears into his private garden in a section that only you and his younger brother know about to avoid his royal duties. You are always given the task of fetching him since no-one else knows where to find him. You wouldn’t have it any other way, though. It’s nice to be one of two people allowed into this quadrant of his life.
Crimson-tinged locks settle in your peripheral. You spot your charge nestled peacefully between the rosebushes on a stone bench. “Majesty!” you call, breaking into a languid jog. You slow to a stop once your reach the clearing, realizing that he is fast asleep.
“Your Majesty,” you venture, kneeling dutifully at his side, head bowed. Your only reply is steady breathing, followed by the summery breeze. You clear your throat. “Your Majesty,” said more sternly this time. Still nothing. You sigh, inclining your head to look at the blond.
Treacherous butterflies stir softly in your stomach.
He’s a beautiful contrast against the pastel flowers. Hair resembling a fire kindling in the garden. You can’t help the quaint smile that touches your lips as you take in his ethereal appearance. His brows furrow, lips parted slightly. He rests his temple on his hand, propped up on the arm draped across his waist. A book lays forgotten on his thigh, legs crossed. Even in slumber, he maintains his regality. The wind picks up, tearing a flaxen lock from his bun.
Your fingers twitch. You quell the urge to smooth his hair back behind his ear.
He is your king. Romantic gestures like that are forbidden. Besides, you are just good friends. Have been for some time, which is why there were no questions asked when he handpicked you to be his personal bodyguard. The affections you have for your king run deep. However, they are a result of your devotion to him and nothing more.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself whenever your breath hitches in his presence, or warmth cascades throughout your body at the sound of his voice.
You stand at attention, drawing a deep breath into your nostrils. “Your. Majesty!” you demand, voice skating over the gentle howl of the wind. It isn’t until a pair of incandescent eyes snap open and glance at you, that the dizzying feeling of butterflies dancing in your gut erupts once again.
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"If you ever feel disheartened that you're somehow hot enough, SET YOUR HEART ABLAZE!"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYOUJUROU 🧡
10th May
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