#king!leon x princess!reader

[lipglossanon]

• 𝔸 𝔻𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 •

Fairy Tail AU - Multi chapter fic - Dead Dove Content

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢.

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔞 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤?

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♔ 𝔗𝔴𝔬 ♔

♔ 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 ♔

♔ 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯 ♔

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♔ 𝔖𝔦𝔵 ♔

♔ 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 ♔

Little Whispers - Prince Chris x Lady-In-Waiting!reader

Warnings for the series (each chapter will also be labeled individually): 18+ MDNI, dead dove content, incest, father/daughter incest, power imbalance, violent acts, bodily harm, blood, murder, minor character death, masturbation, unprotected sex, dirty thoughts/talk, pussy inspection, corruption kink, virginity kink, kissing, oral, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, groping, possessiveness, kissing

**Warnings are subject to change so please check back as the story progresses

[brownsugarwrites]

Would king leon be very romantic towards princess reader? Like he would prepare beautiful pic- nics or taker her out on dates?

he would!!! granted the marriage would be arranged he would still treat reader as if hes trying to court her still.

flowers and gifts would be given constantly to remind how much love he has. anything she asks for she gets.

it would be soo sweet he would be kinda private person so he opts for dates in the courtyard and picnics with like fruits pastries and little treats.

if she did want to go out on an actual date it would probably be to the ballet or to see the orchestra which would be pretty sweet

[yurozo]

slow dancing in a burning room (leon kennedy one-shot)

synopsis: leon's new to this, new to relationships, new to expecting someone at home waiting for him. after a mission, he's determined to have a moment of peace with you. (general audiences)

a/n: this is purely self-indulgent. i just want to wrap leon in a big blanket and give him a smooch on the head.

in retrospect, a normal life for him was always out of the question. the moment he decided to drown in his own sorrows the night before the incident, as he's so aptly named it, that was it. there was no more backing out for him-- forced to live and relive the same routine over and over until his heart rattled in his chest. every moment in the firefight blurs at the edges, stretched and stringed together in a half-hearted attempt at putting himself back together again, but repairing things was never his forte. not his modus operandi, as it were.

in this war, there's no better way to reconcile than a couple quick swigs until his throat burned.

all this considered, it made the fact that it only took you two years to make leon back into a mostly functioning human being all the more impressive. you had come into his life like a tidal wave—  sweeping him up in your storm and laying him gently on the shore, fixed-up and patched together.

again, mostly.

after three days of trucking through another monster-infested city, leon stepped into the threshold of your shared home with what felt like a death rattle in his chest. he showered after the helicopter ride, had all of his mission gear tucked away at dso headquarters, and for all intents and purposes should feel normal again. but it's only after seeing you, sipping on a glass of water in the dim light of the kitchen that makes the ache in his heart finally quell.

a slow thump this time, rather than a crackling, wet noise.

"can't sleep?" leon chooses to break the silence first, leaning his hip against the opposite counter. you jolt a little, leon always had the quietest walk known to man, but shake your head in response anyway. of course, leaving the not until you're home again left unsaid. he knew you worried. you knew that he knew you worried. it was written in your blood, just as protecting was in his.

"everything went okay?" you ask, turning around to appraise him. that was your routine every time he came home, inspect leon like a bug under a microscope and ever so carefully stitch the parts back on. he looks clean, and save for a few noticeable scraped and overgrown stubble, he's in considerably better shape than he normally is.

he hums affirmatively in response. "better than most."

"we should sleep." you try and tug him towards the bedroom but he quickly stops you, instead wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

"stay," he mumbles against your skin, lips just barely grazing it in a barely-there kiss. "just for a bit."

a soft sigh leaves you, chest heaving against his. in lieu of an answer, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers curling in the hair long overdue for a trim.

it's then that leon has an, admittedly, stupid idea. one that sowed when he was forced to watch some terrible romance movie with you, and only blossomed the longer that he was away. his arm moves awkwardly between you until his fingers fumble for the phone in his back pocket, holding it between you as he scrolls for something with a sly grin only reserved for you.

a song you don't recognize starts playing, and leon places the phone on the kitchen counter with a questioning glance in your direction.

you respond in turn with a raised brow. "i didn't know you danced."

"i don't," he chuckles, pointedly not saying that he might only be willing to do it for you. in truth, he's willing to indulge in a very long list of stupid things to make you happy.

he hesitates for a moment before the tips of his fingers gently graze your hips, tugging you forwards. in a somewhat reluctant, but no less sincere way, he continues, "but i've been known to make exceptions."

you step forward at his insistence, letting leon tug you by the hip. a soft smile can't be helped at the knock of his temple against yours. "you're not going to step on my toes, are you?"

"don't get too excited," he grumbles, hands already clutching at your waist while trying to still keep a respectable distance from your body. he's tired enough as it is, and he's not trying to start something later than he can't finish, as tempting as it may be. with his guidance you both start swaying to the melody, a somewhat awkward attempt to emulate every romantic cliche. "i'm probably going to be terrible."

he is. not that you would say that to his face.

leon's stiff, uncoordinated in a way that could not be more dissimilar to graceful way he moves in combat. you've seen him fight plenty of times, seen how every attack and dodge feels like a choreographed routine, and this could not be more different than that leon. his steps are jerky, his hands keep shifting awkwardly against the flat expanse of your back, and he can't seem to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds in lieu of making sure his feet are moving correctly.

it's endearing, in an adorable, hopelessly shy sort of way. so completely out of his element, and he knows it.

the longer the dance goes on, the more apparent it becomes just how aware leon is of himself. despite your best efforts at trying to guide him along the kitchen floor, leon almost seems to be self-sabotaging. every time you make a move to ease the tension in his shoulders with a gentle push on his chest or a soft caress with your thumb, his feet stumble into yours.

"relax," you tell him, only succeeds in giving him the inexplicable urge to throw himself out the nearest window.

"i am relaxed," he lies through his teeth.

"stop thinking, then." you try again, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.

"i can't."

you've known leon too long to miss what that means. almost every time he gets back from a mission, it's like getting the empty husk of your boyfriend haunting the corridors until he can get himself back to routine. at its worst, it takes a few meals and gentle caresses for him to even look at you in the eyes. like a dog with its ears flat and a ripped up shoe in its mouth.

"as romantic as this is," you smile, trailing your hand up his neck until it lands at home on his cheek. the gesture is sweet, truly. but leon already looks like he's falling apart, and this time it's time for you to protect. "maybe we really should get some sleep."

the song comes to an end then, the last final notes trickling through the air before surrendering to a complete, all-encompassing silence. leon only gives you a slow nod, before following your figure to the bedroom. easy, quiet as a lamb.

finally, there's no more burning. all that's left is the quiet.

[kitten4sannie]

kitten fever

pairing: cat hybrid husband! sannie x fem! reader

genre: hybrid au, smut

summary: after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: needy pussydrunk maniac! san, service sub! reader, they’re giving switch energy as well <3, san gets lost in subspace, big cawk sannie, only pet names/praise (baby, mama/mommy (only a few times trust), sweetheart, princess), san likes to be called kitty, san humps reader’s pillow out of desperation, kissing, wet and messy, possessiveness, grinding, nipple play (f/m receiving), lactation kink (muahahahaha), face sitting that turns into a 69, oral (f/m receiving), good ol fashioned unprotected missionary, heavy breeding kink, bulge kink, knotting, creampie, just so, so much cum……

a/n: i did a poll a lil while back to ask what vibe everyone wanted for sannie’s bday fic and soft, sweet love making with husband sannie won by a landslide ~~ but ofc i had to add my lil spin to it and made him a hybrid husband in heat hehe <33 i wrote this all in one go just rn bc i’m a ✨chronic procrastinator✨ so i had less time to perfect it but i hope it’s just as enjoyable as my other fics 🥹🫶🏼 that being said, enjoy lovelies~

song rec: same dream, same mind, same night by svt (this is a love making song and you cannot convince me otherwise 🙂‍↕️) - sex on fire by kings of leon - terrible love by boston manor (“tell me i’m everything you want~ tell me you need me~ give it everything you’ve got, so give it all~” <33)

“Hush, little baby, don’t you cry, mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby,” you cooed gently in a sing-song voice to the sweet angel laying still inside her crib, continuing your soft serenade until her eyes closed, surrendering to another night of much needed rest after a long day of adventure and learning, her tiny fingers slowly releasing the grip they had on one of yours, her tiny fluffy tail uncurling from your wrist. When you saw that your babygirl had fallen asleep, you gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, before exiting the bedroom and heading to your own.

It had taken a fair amount of time to get your baby to go to sleep, making you wonder if your husband had fallen asleep himself while he was waiting for you to come back. He must’ve been tired, especially after how worked up he was during the day, zooming around the house to get chores done despite there not being a rush, not even giving you the opportunity to make dinner either when he put his signature ‘kiss the cat’ apron on, and somehow still having the energy to run a few miles on his treadmill afterwards, claiming he still had the zoomies.

As soon as you cracked open the door, you could hear whimpering and soft, breathy panting coming from deeper inside the low lit room, a few candles burning away on your respective nightstands. Poor, sweet Sannie was probably having a nightmare of some sort. You would have to wake him.

“Baby, nnngh, need you, need you so bad, wanna be inside you, need to give you more kitties,” San voiced desperately to no one, hunched over and driving his heavy, leaking cock back and forth across the plush, pre-cum stained pillow that was kept on your side of the bed, his sweaty raven bangs sticking to his forehead, his tufted ears splayed out in opposite directions. He lowered his head further to take in your warm, flowery scent, letting out an instinctive growl and bucking his hips forward until he began to emit little breathy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’. He slowly dragged his throbbing cock along the feathered pillow, leaving thick, milky cum shots onto the previously pristine material. “Cummingggg, filling you up so deep, mama, it won’t stop….”

Well, it seems like you wouldn’t have to wake him. Your husband was already wide awake and seemingly trying to impregnate your pillow. You entered the room and closed the door behind you, causing San to look up at you with big boba eyes, his ears now on high alert, sheepishness overtaking his blushing features and a gentle, understanding one forming on yours. “Oh, my sweet Sannie, is this why you were so active today? Are you in a rut?”

San tried to cover up the evidence he left all over your pillow, his long fluffy tail curling shyly around one of his bare legs, his stained briefs riding up a bit near his inner thighs. “I-i didn’t wanna tell you because it’s hard for me to control myself when I’m like this…I can only think of one thing…”

You took a few steps forward until you were standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over San, your hands already making their way to his overheated face to caress it. “And what is that, kitty?”

San just about melted into your touch, his hot breath fanning over your skin when he sighed, gazing up at you past his fluttering lashes. “Breeding my beautiful wife…” he whispered softly, turning his head to press a lingering kiss into the palm of your hand. “I want to make love to you….feel and taste every single inch of you…remind you why you’re mine…” He whimpered, closing his eyes for a second, before they returned to you, his eyebrows upturned with desperation, his glistening lips parted ever so slightly. “I’m burning up just thinking about it…”

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, then his cheek, leaving one on his trembling lips afterwards. “Then, what are you waiting for, Sannie? Let’s play.”

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“Baby, your pretty kitty, mmmnn, feels so good,” San panted, breaking the heated, messy kiss you were sharing to moan from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself on his lap, his hardened cock pressing up directly into your slippery, hot cunt, a bit of drool escaping his lips, only for you to lap it up from his chin, before your tongue repeatedly swirled around his. “Wanna knot you…”

“Not yet, Sannie….wanna have more fun with you first…” When San began to whimper and squirm around, you reached past his head to grab onto the headboard with both hands, pressing your forehead to his to keep him locked in on you. “You wanna feel me all over, yeah?” You moved your hips in a more precise motion, the pronounced edge of his cockhead catching onto your clit each time your cunt dragged up and down his length, making the both of you let out a collective moan. You lifted up your body a bit so that your heavy tits were bouncing ever so slightly in his face, watching as your husband fell into a trance. “Wanna taste me too, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mama, wan’ it all,” San nodded drunkenly, repeatedly licking at his lips and fangs, bringing his hands up to your tits to feel the weight of them, squeezing into them slightly, his tail quickly slamming against the side of the bed as though he were a dog. He knew they were filled with milk, and it drove him absolutely nuts.

How adorable. Your kitten was too predictable. You pressed your tits together, holding them near his pretty blushing face. “Does kitty need milk?”

“Yes, please!” San opened his mouth up just in time for you to press your chest into his face, his lips closing around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it until he began to taste the sweet essence of your milk. Deep purrs reverberated from his chest and throat, clearly content, letting go of one tit to focus on the other, pinching your nipple to watch as your milk spurted out of it and landed on his small pink tongue.

“Nnngh, that’s good, baby…” Humming, you ran your fingers through your husband’s soft hair as he gently coaxed more of the milkiness out of your tits one by one, eventually reaching down to rub your thumbs over his nipples, rolling them in circles until he began to let out muffled moans and whimpers. “Sannie’s so sensitive, hm? Even more sensitive now that he’s in a rut…so desperate for Mommy’s kitty.”

San gulped your sweetness down, a few drops dribbling down his chest, before he gasped at the sensation of you pinching his sensitive buds. “Y-yes, Sannie wants to be inside mama so bad….” He nibbled on one of your puffy nipples, dragging his rough tongue over it just to hear you whine, looking up at you to take in your suddenly submissive gaze. “My pretty girl’s sensitive too, I take it.”

“Always, because of that tongue of yours…” you murmured, digging your nails into the headboard when he forcefully pushed your tits together and ran his tongue back and forth over your nipples, biting them with his fangs for good measure.

“S-sannie…!”

When San felt a fresh wave of slick leak out onto his lap, his eyes started to narrow into slits, his instinctive urge to dominate you beginning to slip past the surface of his hazy mind. “So wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? It’s all going to waste too….Such a shame…”

“Wanna lick it up, kitty?” you asked sweetly, bringing your lips down to his, tasting the sweetness of your milk on his moving tongue.

“Mm. Sit on my face, princess,” he commanded in a slightly deeper tone, waiting for you to climb off of him so that he could lower himself down onto the bed. Just as you faced away from him and lifted your leg up to go over him, San grabbed you by your soft hips and pulled you down onto his face, immediately getting to work.

San dipped his tongue between your slick lips and dragged it up, painfully slow at first, so that he could savor your warm taste, licking a long stripe toward and then over your clit. He repeated this action until all that could be heard in the room was his wet tongue coming in contact with your soaking cunt, along with the groans he was letting out with each lick. Opening his eyes to admire your pretty plush pussy, he pressed a kiss onto your bud, before sucking on it with varying degrees of intensity, reveling in the way his pretty wife moaned desperately for more. “That’s it, huh, babygirl? Your pussy’s getting so messy, you must be getting close already….”

“F-fuck, yes, I’m close…don’t stop, Sannie,” you sighed out, suddenly distracted by the sight of your husband’s throbbing cock standing at full attention between his thighs. Licking at your lips, you carefully lowered yourself down until you could slurp and suck the pre-cum that pooled out of his reddened cockhead with ease, opening your mouth wide enough to take most of his cock down your throat inch by inch.

“Oh my god, baby, I won’t last if you do that….” San tossed his head back for a second, temporarily losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock buried inside the hot, wet heaven of your mouth and throat, moaning hoarsely all the while. Feeling more of your slick drip onto his heated skin, he remembered about his current mission. Once his tongue returned to your dripping slit, you started to rock your hips in time with San’s lips, your clit even bumping against your husband’s nose, your thighs beginning to tremble.

You took San’s cock down your throat as deep as it would go, using your spilling saliva to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldn’t reach with your mouth, hearing him begin to emit muffled whimpers and curses against your pulsing cunt, feeling his thighs tighten up underneath your touch.

You continued to move in sync, your hips now desperately rocking against San’s splayed out tongue, your moans playing a hypnotic rhythm. You always seemed to fall into this matching pattern of giving and receiving, losing yourselves in each other’s love and pleasure. Just as you began to squirm around, San’s hands slipped from your thighs where they were previously squeezing to your waist, wrapping them tightly around your middle to keep you still as your release poured out onto his tongue.

“Sannieeee, so good, so good, gonna cum,” you whined out once you pulled yourself off of his cock, your lips connected to the sticky tip with a few strands of milky saliva.

“Me too, baby, me too. Fuck, take it for me, okay? Be good and take it all,” San moaned against your convulsing cunt, lapping up the rest of your arousal, just as he began to shudder, forcefully tossing his head back into his pillow.

You caught the seemingly endless stream of cum on your tongue, some of it shooting into the back of your throat. You swallowed it all without hesitation, before climbing off of him and leaning down to press your lips onto his.

He eagerly kissed you back, gently lowering you down onto the mattress so that he could climb on top of you, the both of you desperately exchanging your warm arousal with one another, only breaking the dizzying kiss when neither of you could take a proper breath. “I love you, Y/N…” he whispered near your cheek.

“I love you too, San…”

Gazing deeply into your half-lidded eyes, San gently lowered his body weight onto you, not having to ask to know what you both needed when he positioned himself near your entrance and slipped right in, the both of you moaning in unison.

“Ready for my litter, baby? I’m gonna fill you up over and over, okay? I won’t stop until you tell me to…” Saliva pooled in San’s mouth as a low, deep purr rumbled inside his chest. Part human or not, your husband’s cat-like traits still made themselves present when he was sheathed inside you like this, especially now that he was in a rut.

“Yes, give it all to me, Sannie, I want your kitties,” you begged breathlessly, hardly able to think now that you were getting stretched out by your husband’s thick length, your legs hooking around his small waist once he began to recklessly drill himself into you.

“I’ll give it all to you, baby, have it all, have all of me.” Huffing and puffing, San pounded his cock into you, slipping out a few times due to how incredibly wet you were, taking the time to slap his cock down onto your abdomen, just to show the both of you how his length just about reached your ribs, watching you swallow hard, your hazy, tear filled eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I can take it, Sannie. I can, I promise,” you reminded him gently, just as he slipped back inside you, pounding your pussy as if he had never stopped.

“Yes, you can, you’re gonna take it all, because you’re mine, mine, mine,” San groaned out near your ear like a mantra, his heavy body flush against yours, your legs hanging off of his broad shoulders, slamming his cock into you like you were just a toy, your cunt taking it like you were made specifically for him, his tail wrapped tightly around one of your ankles, almost acting as an anchor to keep the both of you from slipping out of reality.

“Yours, yours, yours…” you chanted back, your nails starting to dig and rake down his back, starting to fade away once your high rapidly took over. “Sannieeee, give me your knot, please…”

Almost as if on command, San’s knot began to form inside your cunt, stretching you out to the max. He pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands into your abdomen, feeling just how thick and heavy his cock was inside of you. “That’s my good girl…Look at you….my pretty little wife, taking all of my knot like this. It’s gonna break and your womb’s gonna be flooded with my cum, you know…You wanna get knocked up again for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm!”

He nosed at your neck, taking in your pretty scent, whispering, “Help me breed you, baby.”

“Breed me, kitty….Make me yours forever…” You clutched your hands into his waist and pulled his hips taut to yours, your cunt clenching around his cock just as San melted into you, whispering countless promises of love, mixed with involuntary curses into your ear, the dam finally breaking.

A short, broken cry tore out of your throat as you squirted onto San’s twitching cock, endless waves of hot cum pouring out past your cervix and filling your womb up with his potent seed, rendering you vulnerable to the very real possibility of impregnation by your dear hybrid husband. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Purring, San pulled you into his arms and began to lick at the tears that had stained your flushed cheeks, grooming you in his own special way. He nuzzled into you, his tail coiling protectively around one of your wrists, his lips ghosting along your jaw, one of his twitching ears tickling your own. “We’ll have to paint our baby girl’s room half blue if we end up having a boy.”

You giggled, nuzzling into your husband’s loving touch. “Bold of you to assume we won’t have another girl.”

San smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with love and adoration for you. “That’s fine. I’m a girl dad, after all.”

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[ceoofglytchell]

Safe Haven

Summary: While Aemond searches for comfort with Madame Sylvi, the older brother has long chosen you, one of the Madame’s more expensive girls, to be the shoulder he cries on.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Brothel worker!Reader

Word count: 3127 words

Warnings: hurt/comfort, making out, brief nudity, brief smut, allusions to past smut, mention of sex work, mention of the death of a child, he’s kinda dependent on you, no mention of Y/N

Notes: I just wanted to thank you all for the positive reactions to my first fanfic! I could never have imagined people would actually read and like the stuff I write and I am very grateful for that. Also I would like to thank @danytar for supporting me ever since I started this blog, love ya! Anyways, here’s another one for you! 💛

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“Look, it's the king!”

You looked up from the cup of wine that you had been holding for some time, staring into the dark red liquid, hoping that tonight you would just have to sit there and look pretty for the men coming by to get rid of their loneliness for an hour or so. While you were grateful for your job, as it meant you wouldn’t have to live a miserable life on the dirty streets of King’s Landing, there were times when you wished you were someone else.

A lady from a rich house, a princess, a queen...

However, those were nothing more but daydreams and besides, you didn't really want to carry the burdens of royal life on your shoulders. Not when you had heard for many years how much they plagued a certain silver haired prince who came to you ever since he saw you dancing for some men once in Sylvi's fine establishment. It had been several years ago and at first he had actually only come to you to have someone to drink with. A little later, he had begun to open up to you and then you often dried his tears and held him in your arms whenever his grandfather and mother once again frightened him with the thought that he would have to wear the crown one day.

It had been two weeks since he had last been with you. The poor boy had stumbled into the brothel in the middle of the night, completely drunk, bumped into people and started a fight because he had thought you were taking care of another client, the thought of which he could not stand, which had not been true, as you had simply taken a small break. You had barely run into the room after you had been told he had come when he had already thrown himself directly into your arms and buried his face in your hair while sobbing bitterly.

The very next day, you and many other people had been dragged into the dragon pit to watch Aegon being crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms in front of everyone, and that moment your heart had broken for him, knowing how much he had never wanted that title.

Now, some time later, he was standing in the doorway again, his two friends Martyn and Leon were standing not far behind him and a young man with raven-black hair was also there, but you didn't recognize him and he seemed to be a little unwell. Aegon also seemed drunk, very drunk actually, as he was slurring his words and could hardly walk in a straight line, but when he spotted you on the opposite side of the room, a broad grin formed on his handsome face.

"My love!" he called loudly and stumbled past a couple, who seemed lost in a passionate dance, and ran up a small staircase to where you and some other girls were sitting on the sofas and talking to pass the time. His friends followed him cautiously, knowing how infatuated he was with you.

You quickly placed your golden cup of wine on the side table, stood up and approached him just to make sure he wouldn't trip and embarrass himself in front of all these people. He was the king after all and you knew some who already saw him as weak and incapable of ruling, which you wanted to shield him from. You knew what he had been through recently and it had only been a matter of time before he came back to you.

There was just one small problem... his brother had also come through the doors not too long ago and he had not left yet.

So you had two things to worry about that night: Aegon and not accidentally stumbling over Aemond.

As soon as you got close enough, Aegon wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and held you tightly against him, as if to make sure you wouldn't vanish into thin air. You have been his safe haven for quite some time now, and your mere presence did wonders for his troubled soul, your smile a balm for his heavy heart. Your long, wavy hair smelled of roses, and your body, wrapped in green satin robes, clung to his so perfectly that for a moment he thought you had melted into one. Aegon wanted nothing more than you and your closeness, which was why he had come here that evening. He had wanted to see you.

"I missed you," Aegon murmured into your hair, his fingers digging into the fabric of your robes over your hips to feel your warmth. But he would prefer it if you weren't wearing any clothes at all so he could feel your soft skin under his fingers instead. You didn't even have to do anything together, he just wanted to be close to you.

"I missed you too, Your Grace."

"Don't call me that," he grumbled into your shoulder and instinctively hugged you tighter. He came to you to feel free and forget some of the burdens that weighed on his shoulders, not for you to remind him who he was and that he wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be in the council chambers, talking to his council about the next steps of the war or just doing something, but instead he sought comfort from you - a whore.

"My Darling? Sweetling? Precious?" you joked playfully instead, while stroking his back with your gentle hands. You had used all of these names with him before, but he had never admitted which one was his favorite or whether he found them all to be terrible. However, you always thought he liked them better than some respectful noble title that he didn't want to wear anyway.

One of his friends, Martyn, cleared his throat and patted the young black-haired man on the shoulders, as if to tell his king that there was still something to do before he could devote himself to his own satisfaction.

His head shot up again immediately, which messed up his silver hair a little, which was not a very unusual sight for him, and he put an arm protectively around your waist, while he looked right back at his drinking companions. "Right, right. Dove, we are looking for the madam. This young lad here needs bedding in, gently. I thought she was the perfect choice, don’t you agree?”

Your lover wanted to go with you in the direction of the private rooms, but you managed to hold him back by the arm, whereupon he clumsily bumped back into you in his drunken state, but you were already used to that.

"Madame Sylvi is busy right now."

Aegon opened his mouth to reply, but thank the gods he was a little slower in his movements and reactions at the moment due to the influence of wine.

"However, I know someone else who would treat the boy well." You only had to snap your fingers once and one of the girls you had been sitting with on the sofas earlier came running over and quickly grabbed the boy's hand. She was a little younger than you, pretty, and talented. In your eyes, that was certainly better than interrupting the madam right now, especially considering who she was with in this very moment.

"You heard the woman. Go on, get going. And have fun!" Aegon called after the squire as he was being dragged into one of the back rooms by the whore you had called to help, whereupon he burst into loud, drunken laughter. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head, but a small glint within your gaze revealed how much you truly cared for the king no how much he meant to you.

It wasn't just the sack of gold he gave you after every night, or the sex that was important to you, but rather everything about him. You loved his loud laugh, the way he constantly sought your closeness, his urge to always touch you, you loved his jests just as much as the moments when he showed you how vulnerable and broken he truly was, when he just leaned on your shoulder and cried and you stroked his back and told him how good he was being and that he would always be enough for you. That was what you loved. You loved him.

"And what are we two going to do now?" you asked him, amused, to which he simply grabbed your hand in response and started to pull you along, while he didn't even look back at his friends, since you were everything that mattered to him. You were the only one who could ease his hidden pain.

Since he came here again and again especially for you, he knew his way around here like few other and knew exactly where the little alcoves were where two people could make themselves comfortable, be alone and spend time together. Luckily for the both of you, one at the beginning of the corridor had just become free, so you wouldn't run into a certain other Targaryen. You did not want an argument, not now.

As soon as Aegon had shut the curtain behind you both, he sighed and fell onto the soft mattress while you moved to lit the candles to make the atmosphere a little more pleasant. It smelled of candle wax and fire, but also of various perfumes and other fragrant oils that the previous guests had probably used before they had left again. You already knew that the hour he would spend with you would be either very nice or very heartbreaking. After all, you hadn't seen each other for two weeks and he certainly had much to talk about. You, on the other hand, could mostly only tell him the same stories about overzealous customers and strange preferences that the other women had told you about. Those talks didn't bore him, because he was sure that he would always be happy as long as you were with him.

For a moment you considered taking off your clothes and pulling him into your lap, but you decided against it when you saw that he was just staring into one direction, his good mood evaporating like a pile of ashes in the wind. You knew that look and it was usually never a good sign. He needed you. Now perhaps more than ever.

"Aegon?" you asked carefully and sat down next to him on the white sheets, which were a bit out of order and had stains in some places that you didn't want to think about too long.

"Come here, I need you," the king murmured and tugged at the ends of your robe, whereupon you chuckled and dropped down next to him on the round bed and immediately wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

"I wish I could have been there for you. That night."

You knew the night he lost his son was a difficult subject and probably not what he wanted to talk about, or what he had come to you for, but you couldn't hold that thought back any longer. The other girls had told you how he had all the rat catchers hanged the next day and how hard it had been to watch the little prince's funeral march. You hadn't been there because you had things to do, but you weren't sure you would have watched it voluntarily either, because the regret would probably have eaten you alive.

All the time he spent with you, he could have spent with his children, but he was probably aware of that as well. But the regret didn't change his feelings for you, and you both knew that he would come back again and again and again. Sometimes you really believed he was as dependent on you as he was on dornish wine.

"They wanted Aemond, did you know that? It was supposed to be revenge for Rhaenyra's dead son, but because he wasn't there... because he wasn't there, they murdered my little son in his bed."

His grip on your waist tightened and you knew from his voice alone that he was close to tears, if they weren't already shining in his eyes. You would weep too if your child had been murdered, but you did not have one. A bastard would only hinder you from your work and you didn't want to lose your only source of livelihood, even if the thought of being a mother was one that often crossed your mind.

Especially if he would be the father...

"It's my brother's fault. It's all, all his fault. If it had not been for him, I would be far away from all this in the free cities or gods know where! I would not be king and my boy would still be alive!"

Aegon was sobbing now and you couldn't do anything but wrap your arms around him even more and listen to him speak, because if he didn't tell you, who else would listen to his thoughts? Certainly not his mother, not his brother anymore either, he rarely spoke to his sister-wife anyway and thus he only had you. You were the only one who always listened to him and who was always honest.

He wished he could have married you... You two could have lived a simple, beautiful life far away from King’s Landing, outside of Westeros. But neither of you were granted such a life. He was the king and you were just the whore he loved.

"Don't you have anything to say, love?"

You looked up from his shoulder and leaned over him so you could see his sad amethyst colored eyes and the tear that slowly made its way down his cheek, leaving a trail of wetness behind on his pale skin. You felt a brief urge to brush it away, but instead you let it fall and watched as the tear fell onto the velvet pillow that lay beneath his head, leaving a tiny black stain that would disappear in a matter of minutes. No one would ever know what you and the king did behind the curtain, but you knew that if you happened to be mentioned later on, history would describe you as nothing more than his mere mistress. Perhaps in this case you wanted to be forgotten entirely, for no writing would ever do justice to what you two had together.

The bond that bound you to each other was strong, but no one would ever know about it.

"What can I say, darling? There is nothing I can say except that I am deeply sorry, and I already did."

"Then don't say anything. Show me." As much as he tried to make it sound like a suggestion, it was a command. But you loved him too much to tell him that this was not the right way and that you were not exactly good for him. He wouldn't listen to you anyway. Two days later and he would be at your doorstep again. That's how it had always been and that's how it always would be. You would get gold for your efforts and he would kiss you goodbye and leave.

As always, you obeyed him and connected your lips with his. Two weeks without you had been too much for him. Aegon moaned into the kiss and pulled you closer to him, as close as humanly possible so that he could feel every feminine curve of your body pressed against his even though you were both still wearing your clothes.

Normally this would be the moment when he would turn you onto your back and rip those sheer robes from your body, but this time he did nothing of the sort and gave you full control.

Your tongue found its way into his mouth and you could still taste the heavy wine that was clouding his senses on his own tongue and it was clear that he had probably drunk a lot of before he had set foot in this establishment again, which you couldn't blame him for. If you had been in his place, you would probably have thrown yourself off one of the balconies of the Red Keep long ago, but he was stronger than that.

You kissed him desperately, pouring every emotion you had ever felt for him into that one kiss and he let it happen and he lost himself in it, he lost himself in you.

You managed to numb his senses better than anyone in the known world and perhaps that was another reason why he always found his way back to you in the end. But you let him in every time, which told him that you must feel for him too.

There were moments when he couldn't help but wonder if you were real. Not whether you existed, because he knew very well that you did, no, whether your affection for him was really genuine. Your smile, your laughter, the way you always sought his closeness whenever he was with you, and how gently you treated him all gave him the hope that you actually felt the same as he did, but he would probably never be sure. After all, you never refused his gold. Probably only then would he be sure that it was real.

Your gentle hands slowly brushed his coat from his shoulders and worked on the clasps of his tunic, believing that this was exactly what he wanted, because after all, he hadn't told you anything except that you should show him what you couldn't with words.

A short time later, you were both completely undressed and you moved your hips against his in a way that made his eyes flutter shut and left him gasping for air and groaning your name in pure bliss.

Fucking, alcohol and you were the only things that could distract him from being king or from wondering when the next time would be the stranger's shadow would fall upon his family and who it would be. It just couldn’t be you. If he lost you... he wouldn't know what to do.

Aegon was aware that none of this was good for him and that he should have stopped coming back to you years ago, but when you lay in his arms again a little later, breathing heavily, a light layer of sweat on your body and a happy, radiant smile on your face, he knew that no matter what happened, he would never let you go. You would always be with him, although unfortunately not as his wife, but he couldn't help his feelings and he wouldn't hide them from you.

"I love you," he whispered to you, his hand stroking your side soothingly and his head resting against yours.

"I love you too, Aegon."

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[kamotecue]

the untold truth ✬ m. leon

pairing: mapi leon x fem!reader

summary: the truth that’s never been told, why’d you leave without saying goodbye.

part two of here.

as the children rushed to their mother with the bodyguards following behind, frido took a glimpse at mapi, who looked out of breath, flabbergasted even. the spaniard’s eyes has never left the queen who looked like she was in a hurry.

“why did you bow, frido?” mapi’s voice brought frido out of the gaze she was holding, a sigh had escaped frido’s mouth knowing that she’d have to explain.

“you don’t know who that was, do you?” the swedish was calm, her eyes were set to where you were, as mapi tilted her head in confusion—clearly there was something that she was missing, something she didn’t know.

“the children earlier, you had bumped into prince andres of sweden. his sister, crown princess astrid the one who’s hand you shook.” the center-back’s eyes had widened at the realization, while the swedish analyzed her teammate.

it’s been a day or two since the accidental encounter had happened, no one had suspected it was important—until it was affecting the playing style of a certain center back, the training had came to an end. but to those who were there that day had stayed at their respective cubbies.

“when i was a child, there was this girl i met at school—claimed that she was an exchange student from sweden. her name was or is y/n l/n.” mapi had looked at frido, as the swedish’s eyes realized something,

“it was her mother’s name, l/n.” fridolina commented, as everyone who didn’t know looked in confusion, or had their eyebrows raised.

“i was the first one to approach her, she was shy and quiet. maybe, it was the language barrier, but she turned out to be fluent in spanish.” the center-back chuckled at the memory.

“we became friends, i taught her football and she played on my high school team. i ended up falling in love with her, i just kind of hoped maybe she felt the same way.” mapi continued, as ingrid intertwined her hand with mapi.

“then, after graduation she just left.” the spaniard stuttered at the end of the sentence, “no goodbye, then that day at the beach—i saw her again, and apparently she has children.”

“did you say after graduation?” frido softly asked, as mapi gave her a nod.

“have you ever heard of the tragedy of the swedish royal family?” the rest had shook their heads, as ingrid’s eyes widened.

“is that what i think it is?” ingrid spoke, as frido gave her a little nod. the rest were in confusion, as mapi waited for one of them to speak, to explain.

“the downfall of sweden’s monarch, or better known as the tragedy of the swedish royal family—where the king and queen had been assassinated, not to mention their five children.” ingrid continued, as frido closed her eyes—it was a bad day for sweden. some had flinched at the revelation, as mapi sat their star-strucked.

“there was a whole week of mourning, but it was also the preparation for y/n—her highness to ascend the throne. she held her head high, listened to the people’s concerns, and did her duties without mourning her family.” frido finished, as everyone went quiet.

“i never knew.” was the sentence that broke everyone’s heart.

[hispg]

Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:2.6k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 |

An:It took me a little longer to post, sorry! I'm in my week of college exams, the finals are approaching. I'm studying a lot, feeling very tired. Thanks for the sweet messages! I didn't expect to receive so much support! I appreciate it!💕💕💕

Chapter 1: Sunset

As soon as the sun rose, Leon was already awake, it's not as if he'd managed to sleep through the night in any case, he was too anxious for that. That morning you would arrive at the castle, and consequently start living here. It was a big step, certainly, but it was more than necessary, especially as the wedding approached.

He himself couldn't believe that he was getting married in the next few days, it had all happened so quickly that he hadn't even had time to think about it properly. Just like that, his life was turned upside down, a pang in his heart every time he thought about it. Every time he thought that he was being forced to marry a stranger, someone he didn't have a shred of affection for.

All these thoughts disappeared once there was a knock on his door, causing him to push down his sheets and start getting ready for the day.

"Your Highness, your father wants to speak to you." The familiar voice of his butler, Ausdret.

Leon lets out a tired sigh, only muttering a small, "I'll be there."

He knows what his father wants to talk to him about, to reinforce his duty once again, to remind him about the dynasty.

There was no escape, and that was all that was on his mind as he got ready. He took longer than necessary, on purpose, just not to leave his bedroom now.

After he'd finally finished, he went to look in the mirror, just to make sure he was properly dressed and polished, after all it was supposed to be a big day. But his eyes stopped wandering over his face, and hovered on a lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt, enough to bring a small smile to his face, eyes sparkling with the memory of his beloved, his only one.

Knowing he would have to hide it, he took one last look before tucking the collar back into place. Making sure no one else could see.

As soon as he left his room, his butler was waiting for him outside, making several attempts at small talk, which Leon wasn't interested in, though. His mind was far away, as if he had never been here in the first place.

Once he arrived in his father's chamber, he was greeted with a big smile, which was not reciprocated by Leon. Only a small nod came from him.

"So everything's settled?" A small whisper, a question that Leon already knew the answer to.

His father proudly replied, "Yes, I've already arranged everything with Vladimir. You and she are getting married in the next few days." His father speaks, looking at the other man in the room, Duke Vladimir, his father's best friend.

However, Leon didn't seem at all excited about the situation, in fact, he seemed rather upset.

"This will be great, we'll finally be able to expand our business." This sentence came from Leon's father, who was more than happy with the pact.

It was a long-standing interest of the king, of course, who wouldn't want to expand their business with one of the richest royal families?

But on the other hand, Leon had other plans. Plans that were not accepted by his father.

"Cheer up, the girl is a beautiful princess, very kind from what I've seen. I'm sure you'll get on well." Vladimir says, trying to console Leon, but frankly, it only seems to have gotten worse.

"How long do we have to stay in this marriage?" Perhaps he was still hoping it would only be for a short time.

"Indefinitely. They will be the source of our success, especially the princess. We need to collaborate with them, just as they collaborate with us." The king says, somewhat obviously, that he won't be breaking the contract any time soon.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll talk to the other servants. We need to organize the wedding invitations." Vladimir says as he leaves, just after bowing to the two members of royalty in the room.

Silence followed, Leon too upset with his father to speak a single word, while the king was daydreaming.

An ambitious king who would slowly make his reign the most prosperous in history, he couldn't ask for more. This would make everything perfect for Leon to take the throne and make the nation of Italy even prouder.

"I don't know how far your greed will go." A plausible complaint coming from Leon, directly confronting his father.

"I only want what's best for you and, consequently, for my nation." They both knew where this conversation was going, but since they were both hard-headed, they would continue anyway.

"What's best for me? You've arranged a marriage with a stranger and you think that's what's best for me?" By now, Leon's voice had changed considerably.

King Leonardo didn't like arguing, least of all with his own son. However, he would never tolerate his disobedience, never.

"And what would be better for you? Marry a paltry lady? Honestly, you need to think bigger." And the king hit the nail on the head, because that's exactly what Leon was getting at.

Ashley did come from an affluent family, but she wasn't as rich as the British family. Which in this case was yours.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that." Leon was once again affronting his father, which would certainly have serious consequences.

"Listen, if you want to continue your affair with this so-called Ashley, go ahead, I won't stop you. Now don't expect me to let you ruin your own future, too."

The two of them looked at each other not very kindly, especially Leon.

It seemed like he was being generous. What's the point? Living a life on the sly with the woman he loved? It didn't seem fair. It wasn't fair.

"You still have a lot to learn, my son." The king spoke with a certain heavy heart, and at the same time a jaw-dropping arrogance.

But how could Leon calm down? He didn't even know the woman he was going to marry and, even worse, he couldn't commit to the person he loved, Ashley.

But what irritated him even more was the fact that he knew it was all his father's whim.

But even this marriage wouldn't stop the prince from having a relationship with this woman, even if it meant an extramarital affair. And Leon didn't care if that had consequences, not even for his future wife.

"All I ask is that you don't complicate things. I'm still being kind enough to allow you to have these affairs, whether with Ashley or any other woman." That would even sound gentle if he wasn't talking about extramarital affairs.

"... Alright, Father." Once again, Leon swallowed his pride and let it happen. But then again, it's not as if he could do anything against his father's wishes.

Leon stormed out of his father's chamber, strong, heavy footsteps echoing down the so far empty corridor, and he didn't even look back. His mind was in the purest of shambles, fists clenched and an expression that wasn't the friendliest.

As he walked quickly through the corridors, he couldn't help but notice the commotion outside, expensive carriages arriving in the castle courtyard, making room for butlers to work and remove whatever was inside.

He imagined it was the arrangements for the marriage, since it would take place in the next few weeks. So it wasn't anything that caught his attention for long.

However, as soon as he looked up from the mezzanine, he saw the familiar figure, it was you. Wearing a simple blue dress, delicate gloves that covered up to your forearms, and of course, he couldn't forget your soft features.

As soon as you saw him from the hall, you gave him a discreet smile, making him let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. Even for a brief second, his expression softened, but that didn't make him any less upset by the whole situation.

Queen Sarah spoke to you politely, saying how grateful she was for the courteous company of the princess, who was in fact being awaited by the other residents of the castle, at least most of them.

In fact, the queen felt lonely, since apart from the governesses, she had no other female companion to talk to during the day.

Slowly, Leon descended the grand staircase, stepping onto the red carpet, his steps light and slow, as if he were analyzing what he would do next.

Your eyes met his, and you smiled gently, bowing to him as you should. And he reciprocated, of course.

"Princess." He said, giving a nod to his mother, who politely curtsied to you.

"I'll get your bedroom ready." She says, her voice sweet and calm, as she moves gracefully through the castle.

You felt a shiver run up your spine at the thought that you were about to share a room with him. Since you weren't married yet, you were just going to sleep next to each other, a door that could be opened to connect one room to the other, since couples who hadn't made a commitment weren't supposed to sleep together until they were married.

"You have a beautiful home, prince." You murmur, the sweet smile always on your lips.

He chuckles a little, offering you his arm to hold, "Let me introduce you to the castle itself."

You smile, taking his arm and letting him lead you, obviously he was only doing it out of politeness, but you'd love to spend a little more time with him.

When your covered fingers curled around his arm, you couldn't help but feel the muscles that flexed with every slight movement, without any effort. Just as you couldn't help but notice his eyes every time he looked at you and explained something, the way his voice echoed through the empty corridors.

You walked side by side, your footsteps echoing through the unoccupied hallways, giving off a calm and intimate atmosphere somehow. You noticed the paintings, the properly placed decorations.

Even the curtains matched the carpets, as much as you were used to this sort of thing, it was still breathtaking to see such a sophisticated place.

You felt that despite your enchantment with the prince, you could see his lack of enthusiasm for you, you could see that it sounded more like a duty than anything else.

What did you expect? That it would be a fairy tale? In this life you were leading, the heart didn't always follow the rules of fairy tales.

"Let me take you to the courtyard, it's a nice day." You notice the sigh at the end of the sentence, as well as the distance he kept.

Even with all his explanations, all the talk about royal life, homework, the explanations for every painting in the corridor, you didn't pay much attention. Your attention was focused completely on him, perhaps because you were hoping for a hint of feeling, whatever that was.

Too bad you wouldn't find it even if you looked hard enough.

As soon as you left the large building, you were presented with a landscape that looked more like a hand-painted picture.

The courtyard was perfect, full of roses and other types of flowers, a wooded area, the grass all at the same length, without a single flaw. Meticulously cut bushes, flowers that adorned the greenery and gave it extra life, it seemed magical.

The afternoon sun shone down on the whole place, bringing everything to life. The birds humming and bathing in the water fountain, nature stretching as far as the eye could see.

"I hope you are pleased, princess." Leon says, his calm, velvety voice immediately making you look at him.

"Certainly, it's very well appreciated." With a sweet, polite smile you answered him, approaching the fountain and sitting down on one of the edges.

And he repeated the gesture, sitting down next to you.

Just as you were about to engage him in conversation, a strong wind whipped against you, causing your hair to tangle, the softly combed strands to fall into your face, undoing a good few minutes' work in an instant.

Then you felt a warm, robust hand on your cheek, brushing the strands behind your ear.

A gesture that was intimate, no doubt about it, and that was able to make you blush slightly as soon as you felt his hand graze your cheek, but which he pulled away.

"Thank you." You say with a gentle, shy smile, tidying up a few more of the strands that were still getting messy.

Despite his smile, you could see the piercing blue gaze, without much emotion. His gaze, which seemed to be as cold as ice, was still so attractive.

"My pleasure, princess." The warm tone didn't change his placid expression, not even if he tried very hard.

As the two of you stood in silence, all you could hear was the gentle breeze and the birds singing, everything seemed so peaceful.

Except for the restlessness of your heart, which stubbornly pounded every time he looked at you. And you mentally plagued yourself every time this happened.

Why was he doing that? Out of courtesy? Politeness? Decorum? Or were you thinking too much? Creating too many expectations?

And so you remained, gazing at the horizon and watching the sun slowly set, watching the magic of nature while your minds were in a whirl.

Your hand on the edge of the fountain, as well as his, fingers almost grazing each other, and you were tempted to make a move.

However, it would have been inappropriate for a lady, to say the least. Especially knowing that the chances of him taking your hand away were high.

So you'd better make the most of what you had.

As the garden began to darken a little and the sunlight slowly faded, Leon stood and looked around, seeing that it was already getting dark.

You've spent the whole day walking around the castle, so time has passed too quickly. At least for you.

"We should go, dinner should be ready by now." He was the first to break the silence, once again offering his arm and his company to take you to the dining area.

And there you went again, walking slowly through the courtyard back into the castle.

However, halfway there Leon stopped, picking up a red rose that had fallen to the ground. As soon as he knelt down to pick it up, he turned to you and planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand, his warm lips brushing against your gloved hand. It sent shivers through your body.

"Red looks good on you." He murmurs, placing the flower in your hair, very gently so as not to mess it up.

You made a little chuckle, the blush clear on your cheeks. Was he doing it out of politeness? Or just to keep up appearances?

It would have been a beautiful, subtle, gentle and even romantic gesture. That's if you hadn't noticed the lipstick staining the collar of his shirt.

Oh oh, poor you.

[viaoverthemoon]

Behind Closed Doors

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Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (Medieval Universe)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary: Your family's kingdom is under attack and Leon's family offers protection. Everyone thinks this is your first time seeing Leon ever since your betrothal. If only they knew...

Tw: MEDIEVAL TIMELINE AND SPEECH, some characters not from the RE-verse/they will be in later parts if y'all want it, mention of battle and injury (not detailed), fluff, SMUT, but it's kinda soft, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virginity loss, minor description of pain, fingering, orgasm denial(?), sorry the smut is long as hell, BUT ITS WORTH IT PROMISE, Sudden ending

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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The nature of the Kingdom of Duevaula is certainly not what you were expecting it to be.

People spoke of the lands as though it were surrounded by fires, commoners walking around subdued by chains are constantly guarded by cruel soldiers.

Instead, healthy trees grow far and wide around the kingdom, children running in the streets laughing as older kids chase them with no malice. Soldiers patrol the area, but most of them look carefree, conversating with locals and playing with the children.

"Sister? Are you alright?"

The voice of your sister pulls you from your thoughts, eyes drifting to the 12-year-old at your side as she places a hand on yours. "Yes, Nara Vella. I'm fine."

Of course, she sees right through you. "Are you certain? I know the events that took place at home may have been-"

"Nara... That is enough. Thank you for asking, but I am fine."

Nara Vella scrunches her nose, about to say more but the carriage comes to a stop and a trumpet blares.

"We're here."

You listen as The Herald announces your parents, the king and queen of The Kingdom of Islandia, but your heart can't stop pounding.

You and your sister rise just before your carriage door opens. Since you are the first born, your name is announced first.

"Announcing the firstborn Princess of The Kingdom of Islandia, (Y/N) (L/N)."

You stop out of the carriage accepting the footman's outstretched hand. All eyes are on you as your navy-blue skirts brush against the concrete, but your eyes are on one person alone.

Your sister is announced behind you, and you step forward to the man infront of you.

You drop into a curtsy. "Your highness."

He bows deeply. "My lady."

Your eyes meet his, the light of a secret hidden in your gazes. He offers an arm, and you accept it, walking with him behind both of your parents.

Prince Leon.

You were betrothed to him at the age of 6, back when your kingdoms were butting heads, resulting in a feud, and needed a way to end the hostility between them. 13 years later, everyone thinks this is the first time you've seen each other since. But it isn't.

Leon had first sent you a private letter when you were 13 years old, requesting your presence at a hidden lake that rested in the middle of your parents' territories. Your heart had raced, excited for a new adventure in life, and you immediately rushed to meet him there.

You've been seeing each other there for years, playing in the waters, having picnics in the soft grass, feeding each other strawberries and chocolates, and reading in silence. Just enjoying each other's presence.

You shared tiny kisses at the lake a few times, but never went any farther in fear of what could happen if anyone found out you'd lost your purity.

You smile at him and lower your voice. "It's been too long since I last saw you, your highness."

He hums, placing his hand on top of yours. You both know it's only been 2 weeks, but who's counting? "Yes, my lady. Far too long. I was beginning to forget the feeling of your soft lips against mine..." He lowered his head, brushing his lips against your ear. "Perhaps, when we are alone, you could remind me?"

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Hours later, you and your family sit in the dining room with the Kennedys. All parents, along with Leon, had been locked away in the war room for hours, discussing ways to save the Kingdom of Islandia after it was attacked by another kingdom that sought revenge against your father, the king.

You'd all barely escaped with your lives, most being unscathed, but you, your mother, and your personal guard Jill, hadn't recovered from a couple injuries. Your sister brings up this fact during dinner.

"If it wasn't for (Y/N), I would've been walking around with one leg instead of two!" She dramatically waves her hands around as you try to shush her, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"Nara Vella! Mind yourself! We do not speak of those events at the dinner table!"

She merely giggles, whispering an apology before returning to her plate. You sigh, about to turn back to your own food, but you feel a pair of eyes on you.

You glance at Leon from across the table through your peripheral, noticing his frown.

'Are you alright?' He mouths. You smile reassuringly and nod, raising a brow and offering a teasing smile.

'Worried about me, your highness?'

He only rolls his eyes, seemingly looking at his plate but peeking up at you through his lashes. 'Always, my lady.'

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You sit in your chambers after dinner, trying to sew a tear in the dress you'd worn on that fateful night.

It had been washed and dried, but it suffered damage from sword and arrow grazes. And you couldn't just let it be ruined. It's one of your favorites, a gift from your mother when you finally came of age.

It held far too many memories.

A soft knock comes from your door and, suspecting it was your sister, you call to it. "Enter."

You become frustrated with the sew, accidentally pricking your finger with the needle. You curse, yanking your hand away and to your mouth.

Admittingly, the stitch is not the only thing that has you frustrated.

After the feast, you'd tried to get Leon's attention so the two of you could find a moment alone. But he was instantly pulled away by his father, who began to speak of kingly duties and war experience.

You knew that talk would take a while.

"Nara Vella, I am truly not in the mood right now. This damn stitch is going to be the death of-"

"Is this how you speak when I am not around?"

You yelp, spinning around and dropping your materials.

Leon, your betrothed, leans against your chamber doors.

He smirks at you, approaching you at a slow pace.

"How did you- I thought your father would have you occupied for a while..." You stand, wringing your hands and shifting nervously, trying not to pay any mind to his predatory gaze. He offers a teasing smirk.

"I have my ways," He steps into your space, his chest nearly touching yours, and lifts a hand. You immediately relax, nuzzling your cheek into the palm of his hand.

He hums and you sigh, relishing in the presence of one another. "You're certain? That you are not hurt?"

You sigh, placing your hand on top of his. "Yes, Leon. I really am fine."

You feel him let out an exhale, his shoulders dropping in relief. "Good. Because if anyone left lasting damage on you, I'd take the throne right now and declare-"

You smack his chest, glaring up at him. "Leon! You will not declare war on a kingdom any time soon!"

He only throws his head back and laughs, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "Alright! Relax, my lady. I only jest..." You huff a breath through your nose, staring at his deep blue eyes and wide smile.

These were the moments you truly missed.

While the both of you tried to keep visitations strictly scheduled for once a month, it was pure torture to be away from him that long.

You inhale his air, a deep, husky scent of forest mixed with wildfire.

"I have prayed and waited every night to be in your arms again. I had never known this would be the reason why..." Your other hand grasps his shirt, holding onto him so tightly one would think he might disappear.

"Dreadful circumstance or not, I finally get to see your face again..." Leon raises your chin, your eyes shifting between his eyes and his lips. "And you, finally get to remind me of your taste..."

You could swear sparks fly when your lips meet.

Hot, searing passion colliding to create a love that is hidden behind closed doors. His fingers comb through your hair, your fingernails scratch against his loose sleeve shirt.

His tongue brushes against your lips and your heart leaps, your lips instinctively opening. A gasp comes from those parted lips. Your back arches and Leon chases you, hand lowering to grip the silk material of your robes.

He parts from you all too soon, dipping his head and placing wet kisses along your neck. A moan escapes your lips and the both of you freeze, a pause filled with red hot tension.

Your nails dig into his shoulder, breaths coming out in short, quick gaps. "Perhaps-... Perhaps we should stop..."

"We should..."

And yet, no one moves.

You swallow, throat feeling tight. "If my mother-... If our families ever found out about this-"

His head leaves the crook of your neck, eyes gazing down at you with powerful determination. "They won't."

Your breathing shakes. "But- When that time comes-"

His hands grab your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. "They. Won't." His thumb strokes your bottom lip, blue eyes burning. "Do you trust me?"

Your answer is immediate. "Of course."

His lips twitch. "Good. Then know, that they will never know. And we will never be separated."

His confidence brings forth your own.

You know this decision is a big one. A lady handing a man her virtue is something that with bind her to him forever.

And while you hate the hold that purity has on the ways of society... You know Leon is the only man you would ever give yourself to.

Your eyes widen, a desperate gleam shining in them. "Take me, Leon."

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Your naked body shines in the moonlight, every curve and crevice on display for him, and him alone.

Leon stands at the foot of your bed, staring down at you with hazy, lust filled eyes.

You'd both stripped each other of their clothes in record time, a cluster of rushing hands and pitiful whines. You try not to stare at his... rather intimidating manhood, that stands tall and hard as rock. Albeit, he stares at you without shame.

His eyes rake over every inch over your body, starting at your ankles. Then moving to your legs, then your hips, your stomach, breasts, lips and finally your eyes. His bright blue oceans of eyes had turned into a deep dark sea, leaving you panting and burning.

You open your arms, reaching for him. "Well? Do not stand there and stare..." You somehow keep your voice steady, the whimper in your throat begging to be released.

He smirks, jerking himself a few times, before placing his hands on the bed and crawling toward you.

You hesitate, and then spread your legs. He settles between them, hot palms landing on your thighs and causing the skin to be set ablaze.

Your heart pounds in your ears, breathing turning heavy and legs shaking.

You're afraid. Excited! But afraid.

Many of the older ladies had said that their firsts were blissful, yet excruciatingly painful. But others said it was not as bad as it seems.

This left you with uncertainty, gooseflesh rising on your arms as you try your best to keep your emotions at bay.

But of course, Leon reads you like an open book.

He caresses the soft skin of your thighs, thumbs moving in small, calming circles. "You have nothing to fear, (Y/N)." He leans down, running his nose over your cheek. "Of course, I would never do anything to hurt you. It is never too late to stop-"

He barely gets the words out before your hands harshly grip his biceps. "No! I mean- um... I want this, Leon. More than anything." Your grip relaxes and you offer a reassuring smile.

He smiles back at you.

The heavy atmosphere returns when he leans down again, lips skimming your throat as his length nudges your sensitive ball of nerves.

You nearly jump out of your skin; a sharp gasp leaves you.

Leon feels your nervousness, and, luckily, knows just the cure.

A hand creeps down your body, getting lower... lower...

Until rough, calloused fingers slip between your folds.

A loud moan is quickly cut off by his lips.

Hopefully your guards aren't paying too close attention to your chambers...

Your knees bend, eyes clenching shut as Leon swallows all of your noises. His fingers work slow circles of pleasure into your clit, the sensation one you've never felt before.

Much like getting too close to a hot fire in the blazing cold of a harsh winter, it warms your insides and leaves your outside wanting more.

You throw your head back, the back of your fist flying to your mouth as you try to hold back the sounds your throat nearly let's burst out.

"Hah... Leon-..."

His name rolls from your tongue as a soft whisper, words stuttering off into a sharp inhale as his fingers graze over your soaking hole.

Your other hand grips the soft sheets, body giving in as he completely takes control. Your eyes lock with his.

He's deep in concentration, breathing shallow and sweat matting his blonde hair to his forehead.

Gaze lowering, you see the angry red color of his girth. It throbs, begging for attention while trying its hardest to sit still and look pretty.

"Nuh-uh. Eyes up here, princess." Your glossy eyes snap back to his, mouth slightly agape and brows pulled together. Leon smirks, pleased with your expression. "You can make that up to me later. But this moment, is for you."

His other hand gently removes your hand from your lips, soft sighs coated in ecstasy falling from them immediately.

The pressure builds as you roll your hips to meet his fingers. He slowly slides a finger into you, watching your expression as it shifts. He keeps another finger working on your nerves, so the one inside only adds to the pleasure.

You cry out when he adds a second one, now feeling a slight sense of discomfort, but still pleasure. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, mumbling praises. You're surprised by the sound of his voice, slurring slightly as if he'd indulged in a tin of ale.

"Good job, princess... Doing such a good- hngh~... Does that- feel good, my lady?"

Your body seems to like the sound of Leon, if the new wave of slick was anything to go by.

You feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten, your moans raising in volume as your back arches. You feel something coming. Not sure what it is, but your legs begin to shake. You wait in anticipation, every thought focused on the new stage of euphoria this feeling was going to bring... until Leon completely pulled away his hand.

You gasp, eyes snapping open. Your body falls limp as you catch your breath. "Wha-... Why-"

"I hope you do not mind if I become a little selfish, my lady..."

Your eyes snap to him, sitting up on your elbows and ready to reprimand him for denying you of your bliss, but your words are blown away.

Leon sits up on his knees, manhood curved upward in his hand as he strokes the length. Wet, sticky liquid leaks from the red tip, veins protruding from every angle.

Your air is taken away, leaving only enough to let out a sharp exhale.

"But... I want you coming undone only on my cock."

You eye him, switching between his eyes and his... cock, before nodding slowly. "Okay... Okay, Leon."

He leans down again, pressing wet kisses on your neck and cheeks, as his length glides between your folds. "I will not move until you're ready..." And then, he begins pushing himself inside.

Your nails dig into his shoulders with a gasp. His hand grips the pillows as he grunts. Both of you release soft noises of pain, holding onto each other as he continues to slowly enter you.

You hold back a scream when he finally bottoms out, doing your best to relax as to not hurt him anymore. You feel his soft kisses on your face as he apologizes continuously, hand roaming the skin of your waist as the other rubs circles into your clit again.

After what feels like forever, the pain slowly subsides and makes room for pleasure. Your grip on his shoulders loosens. You instead put them around his neck, digging your hands into his hair. "I'm ready, Leon... You can move-"

His hips snap against yours without warning.

You cry out, clinging to him as he begins to thrust into you at an animalistic rate. He grunts with every thrust, caging your body in as he loses himself.

"I have waited so long-. Please, please forgive me, sweet angel-"

Heavy panting and the smell of sex fills the air, the sound of skin meeting skin resounding within the room. Your moans and pleas do nothing to teeter the wild and rough movements of Leon's hips. He growls into your neck, holding your hips to keep you from getting away.

The knot is seconds away from snapping, but it feels stronger than it was before. Different even... Almost like you need to run to the pot. You feel overwhelmed, pushing at Leon's shoulders. "I can- I can't! It's too much- Ah! Leon-!"

The band snaps.

You scream, toes curling and back arching.

Your body pushes out a wave of liquid, most likely soiling your sheets. The feeling burns you inside and out, tensing all of your muscles and leaving you weak and trembling. You pant heavily, body still jerking from Leon roughly thrusting into you.

The after-bliss you'd once felt begins to feel uncomfortable. Overstimulated, you claw at his biceps in hopes of getting his attention.

He groans when he hears you whine. "Almost- Almost there-"

His thrusts get sloppy, his cock hitting somewhere so deep that it somehow prolongs the burn. You bite his collarbone to keep from screaming again.

It would seem that was his final push, as he pushes deep inside of you, releasing a low, husky groan and throwing his head back.

You watch as his entire body shudders, his grip on your hips tightening so much you're sure you'll have bruises in the morning.

A warm rush of liquid flows into you, seeming to be a never-ending flow as Leon falls limp, landing right beside you.

You'll definitely have to bribe your guards in the morning.

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Chapter 2 Chapter 3

[red-ropes-of-avalon]

They Can Live In My New World Or Die In Their Old One- Chapter 1 Diplomacy

Ok so with the rise of fantasy stuff on Tumblr for Leon x Reader, figured I'd throw my hat in the ring with this.

Summary: You are known among the kingdom as The Mad Queen, a ruthless woman with a large military. Seeking to take your rightful throne, nobody who has ever seen you has returned before, all thought to presumably be dead. Your strength is unequal. Ser Leon Kennedy is a knight sent by King Graham to ask for a temporary truce. Hordes of monsters and the undead rising, the kingdom couldn't fight two wars. But how does one reason with a Mad Queen?

Once upon a Time blah, blah, blah. The sweet innocent princess needed her noble and good prince in shining armor to come to save her from some giant monster. But this was no fairytale, no damsel in distress. No prince with a noble heart, and good intentions. 

Ser Leon never questioned the orders of his king, he’d fight hordes of monsters whenever the man gave his word. However, riding straight for the Mad Queen’s castle alone, it felt incredibly foolish. He had never seen her, most who did, didn’t survive to tell the tale. The current King only had the throne due to deception, and backstabbing. The previous king- the Mad Queen’s father, had been murdered on the Throne along with his son. The Queen had fled the capital to the ancestral home, taking their daughter with her. The current King had been elected by the people to rule, and while he had publicly spoken against the assassination no further efforts were made to bring justice. He was just a kid when it had happened, but his father had been a knight and the situation had upset him. Why the King refused to act when the knights found the man always puzzled Leon. 

Leon had heard enough during his time as a Knight to know many were unhappy with the new King. That if the original King son’s escaped they would support him in retaking his rightful throne. But those murmurs had died as time went and the King proved himself a dependable man. Under him the knights protected the kingdoms, that was how Leon saw it anyway. 

“Halt! Why is one of the King’s knights approaching our Queen’s keep?” A soldier with a sharp spear pointed at his horse, brought him out of his thoughts. Another soldier had a spear pointed at Leon himself. Behind were more men on large horses. The men looked northern, an oddity to see this far from home but he supposed fanatics could come from anywhere. 

“The King sent me to speak with your Queen. It is in regards to the recent uprise in monsters and the dead rising,” Leon spoke clearly. He couldn’t show weakness before these men especially, northerners were tough. The knights often said one North man was as strong as 10 Southerners. With a gruff noise one of the men with a spear nodded his head, and the one on the largest horse took off towards the castle likely. Leon looked closer at the men, no sigil easily seen, the northern houses were all recognizable. They spoke nothing to him spears still pointed defensively at him. If nothing they were loyal to a fault, but this was going to be a long wait from the feel. 

“This throne is rather pitiful don’t you think,” you murmured looking upon the seat sadly. You were met with a large huff. Your hand traced the seat, it was made of cold stone, not the righteous victories your ancestors had used in crafting the throne in the capital. As the large doors were thrown open, a long red and black tail flicked in front of you defensively from his perched position behind where you stood. 

“My Queen! There is a foreign knight here to speak with you!” You emerged from behind the tail, upon recognition of the voice. “Where is he from? An ally of ours or an enemy?”

“He claims the False King sent him, he wants to speak on the monsters and dead. I don’t get a sense of ill intention, I believe he spoke the truth m’lady.” 

“Very well allow him to ride here, thank you as always Ramsey. You make an excellent messenger,” you gifted him a soft smile. He bowed low.

“As you wish my lady,” Ramsey turned swiftly and exited. Slowly you set yourself upon your makeshift throne. You rested your chin upon your wrist as you waited for the knight to appear before you. The creature behind you dipped off the wall, and you followed its movements with the sounds in the surrounding air.

Leon hadn’t expected to be let in, very less to be allowed to ride to the castle alone. As he rode, he noted the bustling towns all full of supporters. Men tending to crops from all different parts of the continent. It seemed cozy even, kids playing, women cooking out in the open. He expected the Mad Queen’s followers to be savages, coated in blood, everyone wielding a weapon. He couldn’t get distracted, he needed to negotiate with the woman not envy the lives of her people. He spurred the horse on further along the worn-in road. It was a 20-minute ride from the gates to the castle, where there were more military men. Presumably, the Queen’s Guard then led Leon and his horse along the outside of the castle. Leon brought his horse to the stables and secured him in a stall away from the army’s horses. The men of the Guard guided him through the castle to the doors before the throne room. Outside of it stood the Lord Commander of the Queenguard, a man Leon recognized, the illegitimate son of a great house in the western region of the country; Setanta. He was built frankly like the castle itself, large and imposing. He even rivaled the legendary knight Chris Redfield. He was only known however because of his skill as a fighter, even being illegitimate- he had the natural fighting skills nobles learned their whole lives from birth. His grin was like a wolf as he gestured to the doors for Leon. They opened slowly, and the dread set in. 

The woman was sat upon the throne, the entire back wall was broken away, letting the wind blow through the room freely. The Queen herself was dressed in a black leather-like dress, on her left shoulder sat a deep rep cloak that had a scale-like pattern on it. A platinum chain attached the cloak to the dress crossing her body, atop the chain on the cloak was a dragon head, her family’s symbol. On the other shoulder was another scale-like pattern providing armoring. Under the dress was firm pants like a soldier, and similar boots. Those scales though, looked almost too real to be armoring, like they were actual scales taken from some beast. He quickly bowed before her, this was about diplomacy, not his personal beliefs or inquisitions.

“Rise and speak your peace before I decide against it,” her voice was cold and commanding. 

“King Graham has sent me to ask for your aid in killing the monsters that have been appearing. As you must be aware, the dead have been rising recently, they’re destroying everything in their path and inflicting mass casualties.”

“And how exactly is that my problem? If you haven’t noticed, none of my men have been lost to this threat, nor the rise in monsters.” She stood up to look down at him, perfectly collected. 

“We want to propose a temporary peace between our camps. Set aside our war, and focus on the war against the inhuman,” he had to control his anger. Good people were dying, you truly had to be cruel to not care. The air picked up, ruffling his hair and disrupting the cloak on her shoulder. 

“And what would I get in return for this peace? What could the False King ever offer me?” The woman wasn’t even disturbed by the violent winds. Leon almost didn’t believe she was human anymore, no human could be used to that level of wind. 

“We’ll give you the man who murdered your father and brother!” Leon had to shout to hear over the violent winds.

“That’s not good enough for me to spare any of my strength on,” with that something large landed on the wall shaking the building, and the wind suddenly stopped. Atop the wall sat a large white dragon, its large maw open and growling. His eyes widened and he felt a deep need to shutter. He had faced large monsters, horrifying beasts, but never something so ancient, something thought to be dead. The great white beast had its wings extended, to block the surrounding air from disturbing the room.

“How about a little compromise? You give me the man who killed my family, so I may serve my justice. And in return, while you go fight your little war against the dead, I won’t destroy your False King.” You were testing him, he knew it deep in his bones. The Mad Queen was cold and calculating, cruel, but she was just. You wanted him to call his bluff. 

“You just spoke of justice, but that doesn’t seem very fair. All we do is lose a man in our kingdom but you offer nothing. For a princess who cares so much about justice and equality, that doesn’t seem very just or fair.” Your eyes turned sharp, and he immediately knew one word was wrong. He called the Mad Queen a princess, and the rage that boiled underneath your surface was expressed with another shuddering of the building as something bigger landed. A second dragon larger than the white one had landed on the opposite wall. It had the same black and red scales present on your shoulder armor. 

“Never call me a princess!” You had crossed the room in an instant, and the roar from the larger dragon deafened him briefly. “I am the rightful Queen, your King stole my throne when those rats of men had my father killed!” Leon was prepared to die right then and there. Burned alive by your two dragons, another corpse in the pile of the Mad Queen’s bodies. 

“I apologize, m’lady,” he hurriedly spoke involuntarily. You took a deep breath, and as you calmed the two beasts did as well. Leon marveled at them, and now the pieces clicked. The northerners followed strength, which was stronger than a woman who commanded 2 legendary beasts. The lack of casualties also clicked, between the strong military and the dragons, what could get to the people who followed you?

“However I appreciate the confidence it takes to speak against me. Even if your logic is incorrect, I appreciate a bold move such as that. I have a man I may be able to give you to aid in this plight against the undead. I will write to him tonight, come back in a week’s time. If he agrees, he will accompany you, as a sign of my goodwill. If not I will have another man for you,” Slowly you returned back to the stone-carved throne. The dragons flicked their tails down to either side of the throne like your very ancestry was there beside you. Deep within something screamed, ‘That is what true royalty looks like. Not a man on the throne with no real power.’

“Thank you, m’lady. I truly appreciate it, I’ll bring the prisoner when I return.” Leon knelt before turning to leave. 

“Give me your name before you leave, so the guards will allow you here when you return.” 

“It’s Ser Leon Kennedy.”

“Very well then Ser Leon Kennedy, safe travels. Oh and don’t forget, while you may fight this war against the dead, your scarier villain will be here watching. Plotting and planning her attack, never forget that. I will come for my throne.”

“And we’ll be prepared for that too.” He hid his smile, he hadn’t expected to enjoy the challenge you brought.

As the knight separated the castle Setanta, entered the throne room. The two dragons were leaning down, each had their snout pressed against one of your hands. For such ferocious beasts, they were like pups for you. “So who are you sending? While I’d love to flaunt my talents, I don’t appreciate them calling me The Mutt, can’t promise I wouldn’t kill one of them over that.” You chuckled shaking your head.

“You’re my loyal Wolf, the Lord Commander of my Queen’s Guard, you’re going nowhere. I was planning on ‘El Escorpion’ someone I trust can hold their own.” Setanta let out a low whistle.

“I don’t know if I should be complimented, or if I should pity him for having to deal with all those bastard knights. I just have one question for you though?”

“I’ve never known you to hold your tongue, ask the question.”

“Why do you let them get away with thinking you’re a cold and cruel woman? I know you want to help, why did you have to hide it?”

“Because if they knew, they wouldn’t respect me. You were never respected because you are an illegitimate child, I was born legitimate, but because I am a woman if I show kindness to the enemy I will never get my rightful throne. Besides to a certain degree, I do want to watch them all die, all who stand between me and justice. I won’t have justice until I sit atop that throne, my true ancestral throne, with that False King gone.” 

[alrightieaphroditie]

waste a moment | e.m.  *:·ﾟ✧ back to masterlist

pairing *:·ﾟeddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ 5.1k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! smoking, slight shotgunning, slight dubcon (i think? both characters are under the influence/implied consent for both), masturbation, fingering, all the finger sucking, slight choking, spitting, petnames (baby, babe, princess - gag, ik, but it's cute alright), protected p in v, biting, probably poorly written smut, etc. :) an *:·ﾟthis is literally five thousand words of me trying to write filthy smut. did i execute it? i honestly have no idea. i was writing a part two to my steve fic when i had this idea and before i knew it i had over 3k written for it, so i decided i'd finish and post this first. listened to a lot of kings of leon while writing this, hence the title, and i totally did not imagine it was eddie singing the whole time :) anyways, mostly unedited, so please let me know if anything major stands out! i kept trying to add a break in the text so it just wasn’t one long ass piece of work but tumblr kept messing w the format so... yeah. any and all feedback is massively appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

synopsis *:·ﾟeddie munson proposes you two play a 'no touching' game after smoking a joint and well, things go exactly as one would imagine

you only agreed to eddie's little challenge because, at the time, you wholeheartedly believed you would win.

he had brought it up while you were already a few hits deep, sitting on his lap in his bed. he had one of his arms lazily wrapped around your waist, the other holding the joint the two of you were sharing. he'd take a long hit, letting his head fall back as he inhaled it, and then he'd lean forward, pressing his lips up against yours and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. and you'd sit for a moment, simply just existing in each other's space, and then he'd bring the joint up to your mouth, and you'd repeat the process.

you were pretty content just like that, and then eddie had to go and open his big mouth. "i have an idea," he said, eyes shut as he rested his head against the wall. you were (very) slowly braiding a strand of his hair, all your focus on your fingers, and your eyes dragged to his face when he spoke, his words filling the silence that had surrounded the two of you. usually, eddie turned on some music while the two of you smoked, but early he said he just wanted to take everything in - every little sound, every little detail.

"what is it, munson?" you asked, letting your fingers drop in your lap as you shifted to look at him. joint long gone, he brought both of his hands up to your hips, fingers digging into your skin lightly.

"let's play a game. a no-touching game." blinking his eyes open, he tilted his head to meet your gaze. he saw your eyebrow quirk up, and he chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap the tip of your nose. "we see how long we can go without touching the other person." he explained, his eyes rimmed ever so slightly red, pupils dilated.

"and what does the winner get?" you asked, contemplating the idea over in your head. eddie's love language was quite literally physical touch, something you had figured out early on in your relationship, so you thought it was a little ballsy for him to even be proposing the idea. you gave him thirty minutes tops before he'd brush some of your hair out of your face or snap the strap of your tank top against your skin. this would be so easy.

"winner gets to do whatever their heart desires with the loser, babes. that seem fair to you?" his hands slid from your waist to your thighs, running his palms up and down your skin. you almost went cross-eyed for a second, the mere feeling of his skin on yours sending sparks throughout your body, but you found yourself nodding in response. "good," he quipped, leaning in to kiss you gently before he used his hands to push you off his lap.

you fell back on his bed, giggling, and that was how it started.

eddie had surprisingly lasted thirty minutes without even a hint of touching you, which made you curious as to what he had planned. he picked up his well-loved copy of the lord of the rings, the one he was annotating for you, and you moved to the floor in front of his cassette deck, riffling through his tapes. typically, you were more into the mainstream music, always bopping along to david bowie or fleetwood mac, but ever since you met eddie he's slowly been turning you into a metal fan.

you picked one of his iron maiden tapes, popping it into the deck and turning the volume up just a bit. you earned an appreciative hum from eddie on the bed, but he otherwise ignored you. you were starting to feel the effects of the joint, your mind going slightly hazy and a little sleepy. the music filled in the silence, and you stood from the floor, swaying your hips to the beat while you roamed through eddie's room, looking at his posters and decorations.

when you turned to face eddie, his gaze had traveled from his book to your body, and you couldn't help but smirk as your face flushed. you put on a little show, running your hands down your front slowly while you danced; eddie's eyes following your movements without fault. this is it, you thought, this is when he breaks. you watched as he adjusted himself, fixing his position on the bed, and he raised his brown eyes to yours, giving you a wink before he turned his attention back to his book.

pouting, you sighed dramatically before heading over to your bag, riffling through it before you found your own novel that you had brought. hopping up on the bed next to eddie, mere inches away, you laid down so that your legs were perpendicular to the wall that eddie was leaning against, you head down by his legs. you were starting to feel lighter, a little more absentminded, the true effects of the joint finally hitting you almost full forced. your eyes kept wandering around the pages of your book, absolutely not picking up a single word.

the two of you managed to stay in your positions for about half an hour, until something hit you that made you realize whyeddie proposed his little game.

you never really smoked too often, didn't really like the feeling of being out of your mind, so to speak. the few times you did smoke, though, were always with eddie because you felt comfortable around him. and eddie, the attentive and secretly gentle man that he is, always kept his eyes on you, taking note of how you responded to each hit. eddie knew you better than anyone else, and so he knew that after a certain amount of hits, after you settled, that you would become needy.

and god, were you feeling needy right now.

you don't know what brought it on, exactly. it might've been watching eddie as he slouched into the bed, a pen cap in his mouth as he wrote out some notes in the margins of his book. or the way his fingers bent the spine back, his rings shining as they hit the light. the way that his shirt lifted up his chest when he stretched, reveling the slightest glimpse at his happy trail. the way his tongue worked to flip the cap around in his mouth, his slight oral fixation taking over as he chewed on the lid.

you don't know what brought it on, but you wanted his fingers in your mouth, wanted to feel his rings against your lip as he pressed the pads of his fingers into your tongue. wanted to feel his hips pressed against yours, his hair falling around your face as he leaned up on top of you, grinning. wanted to feel his teeth against your neck, wanted to feel him. and you knew that he knew it, too.

his lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at you next to him, your thighs slightly rubbing together while your bottom lip gets tucked into your teeth. "you alright there, babe?" he asked, sitting up a bit more on the bed as he tossed his book to the floor. his view right now was much better than anything some fantasy world could offer. your pajama shorts had ridden up your thighs from the way you were laying, and he could just barely catch sight of the pink panties that sat underneath them.

"eddie, i know we can't touch each other but..." you paused, feeling your face flush from slight embarrassment from the question on the tip of your tongue. you were feeling desperate, needed something other than the feeling of your thighs moving against the other. "but, we can... touch ourselves, yeah?" the ending was barely above a whisper.

you had shut your eyes, moved your hands to rest against your abdomen, fingers slightly dipped into the waistband of your shorts, and so you couldn't see eddie's reaction. eddie, who had leaned forward slightly, big, brown eyes trained on your body. he licked his lips, heart racing, before responding. "sure, princess. we can touch ourselves."

at his approval, one of your hands immediately moved under your shorts, under your panties, almost as if they had a mind of their own. a sigh slipped from your parted lips when the tips of your fingers met your wet skin. your legs dropped from the wall, feet landing on the pillow as your knees spread apart, your left one almost bumping into eddie's shoulder. he dodged it, even though he would've won the game had he let it touch him. he didn't want this moment to end.

as you slowly circled your clit with your wet fingers, your other hand fell to the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly.  eddie placed his hand near yours, pinkies almost touching as he watched you with heavy eyes. your sighs had turned into whimpers, the feeling of your fingers making you feel some type of pleasure, but it wasn't really what you needed. you needed eddie. tilting your head to the side, you opened your eyes with herculean effort, opening your mouth to say something, anything, but the only noise that came out was another whimper.

your hips bucked slightly against your own fingers, your desperation having you on the verge of tears. you were struggling to form any type of coherent thought, but you managed to decide then that you needed eddie more than you needed to win. "eddie," you mewled, inching your fingers closer and closer to his on the bed. he watched intently as the tips of your fingers stopped just shy of brushing against his. he waited a moment, chest heaving as his breath quickened, before your hand moved up to hold on to his wrist as you pushed two of your fingers inside yourself.

"oh, thank fucking god," he muttered, reaching over with his right hand to intwine your fingers together, pinning your hand to the bed as he leans over you. his left hand snaked up your front, fingers dragging up the hem of your t-shirt as they travelled up your chest. he lightly ran them across your neck before he placed his middle and ring finger against your lips. "open up, baby. make my fingers all nice and wet for your needy pussy."

you obliged, eyes wide and staring into his as you parted your lips, sliding your tongue against his fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. you both let out a moan, eddie's own mouth parting slightly as he worked his fingers in and out of your mouth. your own fingers stopped their movements, your sole focus on following eddie's orders as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, his rings feeling heavy against your bottom lip. his lips quirk up in a smirk as he sees your hazy gaze, and he gently squeezes your hand with his before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

he gently removes his fingers from your mouth, and you can see them shine in the light, wet from your spit, the sight itself causing you to clench around your own fingers. he carefully maneuvers his hand beneath your shorts, running his pinky finger along the hem of your panties before he dips his fingers beneath that, too. you remove your fingers, making room for eddie's hand, and he hums appreciatively.

his big, brown eyes follow your hand as you pull it out, your own two fingers wet with your slick, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. "let me have a taste, baby," his voice is barely above a whisper, but there is desperation laced in it that makes you shiver. you slowly lift your fingers to his mouth, running them against his lips before he opens them, tongue gliding out to lick the seam between. he makes a noise in the back of his throat, lowering his mouth on your fingers completely as he pushes his fingers inside you.

"oh. oh- fuck..." the combined sensation of his mouth on your fingers and his inside of you makes your back arch off the bed slightly, toes curling against the pillow as pure pleasure courses through your body. mimicking eddie's moves earlier, you slowly guide your digits in and out of his mouth, your eyes following the movement while your hips squirm against eddie's hand. he nips at your fingers when you pull them out, a thin line of saliva still connecting his lips to your fingers, and without thinking, you bring them to your mouth to clean them off.

eddie flashes you a wicked grin, releasing your hand and moving his to hold the side of your face while his fingers start a slow, teasing pace inside of you. "fuck is right, princess. you taste so fucking good." he tilts his face closer to yours, his wavy brown hair tickling your cheek as it falls past you. his hand slides from your cheek to your throat, caressing it lightly before he leans into it, amounting the slightest bit of pressure. it makes you gasp; makes you tilt your head back ever so slightly to lean into his grasp.

"jesus christ, this pussy is needy," he teases, scissoring his fingers inside you in a way that makes your mouth drop open. even with the music playing faintly in the background, you could hear his fingers moving, hear how wet you were becoming by his actions. "it's always needy, isn't it baby? needy for my tongue, needy for my fingers... needy for my cock." he pressed his mouth against yours harshly, swallowing your moan as he curled his fingers inside your pussy, pressing up against the spot that had your knees smacking together.

he pressed your legs back open using his elbow, attempting to push them apart wider as he kissed you. and you, well, you were quite simply in a state of bliss. the only thoughts running through your head consisted of eddie, oh, please, and fuck. you couldn't have verbalized them, even if you wanted to; your whole body was spent. eddie was currently turning you mindless and he hadn't even pulled his cock out yet. you yelped when you felt his teeth bite against your bottom lip, the feeling of pain such a drastic difference from the pleasure he was causing your body to heat up with. he chuckled at your response, tongue sliding out to ebb the pain on your lip before he pulled up, nose brushing against yours.

"open," he said softly, motioning his head towards your mouth slightly. as you complied, parting your lips, eddie's own mouth parted, a trail of spit slipping between his lips and landing on the tip of your tongue. you kept your mouth open, letting eddie watch the saliva slide down your tongue before you swallowed. "that's my good girl." he grinned, hand tightening around your throat slightly as he watched you blush.

your eyes fluttered shut as your throat strained against his hand, hips bucking a little more intensely against eddie's hand. he started a quicker pace with his fingers, his thumb moving up to press against your clit. "eddie," you whimpered, both of your hands moving down to grip his forearm, your nails digging little half-moons into his skin. your mind was growing fuzzy, you could feel the heat radiate from your abdomen as eddie continued to push his fingers inside of your, curling them up to brush against your soft spot.

"yeah, princess? what do you need, huh? use your words." his voice was gentle, if not a little condescending as he watched you melt into the mattress below him. he could have honestly come just from the sight of you like this alone, but he forced himself to concentrate. he wanted to get you off first before he used you to finish him off. god, he almost couldn't wait. he pressed his thumb against your wet bud a bit harder, slowly circling the pad of his finger around the sensitive area.

you went silent for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths falling from your parted lips as the pressure built in your lower stomach. "need... need you. i need you, eddie," you sobbed, tears lining your eyes as you began to feel overstimulated. the music, the feeling of his fingers and his hand on your throat, the haziness inside your head, it was all too much, and you felt yourself at the point of breaking, burning warmth pooling to your stomach.

"you've got me, baby. you're gonna come on my fingers and then i'm gonna fill that needy, little pussy up with my cock, yeah? that's what you really need, isn't it?" his words were punctuated by his thrusting fingers, your body rocking against the mattress as he quickened his pace. you could only nod in response to his musings, whimpering and gasping as his hand applied a tiny bit more pressure against your throat. one particularly harsh stroke of his fingers caused your breath to hiccup, your grip on his forearm making him hiss as your pussy clenches around his fingers while you explode.

you swear you blackout for a moment, seeing nothing but hazy stars behind your eyelids as eddie finger fucks you through your orgasm, nothing but praise falling from him mouth as he watches you. he lets up on your throat slightly, allowing you to catch your breath while you come. the absolute lewd noise of his fingers moving against your slick is all you can hear, and your grip on his arm becomes pliant as your body goes slack.

"jesus, baby. you're fucking dripping onto my bed," he muses with a small laugh, eyes zeroed in on the wet spot now staining your shorts. if you were more cognizant, you'd probably be embarrassed, but your come staining eddie's bed was the least of your worries. your throat was dry, your cheeks wet from a few stray tears, and your body was thoroughly spent. and yet... and yet, you wanted more. and when eddie's big, brown eyes finally meet yours, he understands immediately, a grin spreading across his face.

he uses his hold on your throat to help lift you up, guiding your mouth to his as you move into a sitting position. his other hand brushes against the side of your neck, his fingers wet against your skin, and later, much later, you'd think about showering, but now, you reveled in the feeling of his skin against yours. his mouth was hungry against yours, his lips moving almost desperately as he kissed you hard. you both managed to move into a kneeling position, one of eddie's knees between your legs, and he effortlessly flipped you on your back, head falling onto the pillows.

he swiftly climbed over you, resting one of his hands near your head while his hips crashed into yours. you moaned at the feeling of the rough denim between your legs, the feeling going straight to your core as he grinded against you lazily. his other hand slipped up the hem of your shirt, fingers gripping at your side as he moved his tongue against yours. your own hands slipped down his chest, fingers stopping when they reached the waistband of his jeans. you fumbled with his belt, fingers still a little shaky from your orgasm mere moments ago. eventually you unclasped the buckle, pushing it aside while you moved on to the zipper.

"look at you, still so needy for me after i just filled your pussy with my fingers. it's adorable," he muttered against your lips, nose softly brushing against yours- a stark contrast to his words. he leaned back on his knees, lightly slapping your hands away from his pants as he moved. eddie reached behind him with one hand, pulling his shirt off his body and haphazardly tossing it on the floor. you bit your lip as you studied his tattoos, the ink contorting as his muscles flexed while he moved. you caught sight of his happy trail, tufts of dark brown hair leading down his abdomen, and that view alone made your pussy clench in anticipation.

he trailed his hands up your legs slowly, nails digging into your thighs before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants. tugging down harshly, he practically ripped your pajama shorts and panties off, tossing them behind him somewhere. the cold air made you shiver as it hit your wet pussy, and your legs moved to close before eddie smacked your inner thigh lightly, his tongue clicking a tsk. "uh-uh, baby. i need you to keep those wide open for me. can you do that, princess?"

you nodded eagerly in response, not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend, and watched him unbutton his jeans, tugging them down to his thighs and revealing his black boxers. he leaned over you to reach into the bedside table, no doubt looking for the condoms he kept there, and you took this moment to softly trail your fingers along his shirtless chest, tracing his tattoos before moving down to his happy trail. you gently ran your fingers down the expanse of skin, causing eddie's head to drop into your shoulder as he moaned softly.

encouraged by his response, you trailed your fingers even lower, toying with the edge of his boxers before dipping them inside. his hips rutted against yours, and you grinned as your fingers encountered the head of his cock, causing him to jolt. you giggled at his reaction, loving how sensitive he was, but before you could really have any fun, he pulled away, your fingers slipping from his boxers, a pout on your lips. "enough of that, brat. you'll make me come before i even get inside of ya." he tugged down his boxers roughly, ripping open the condom package between his teeth and spitting the foil on the bed next to him as his cock sprung forward.

he held the condom between his teeth as he gripped his length, tugging on the shaft a few times until he leaned back over you again, his right hand resting by your head as he balanced himself above you. with his other hand, he ran his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before placing them on his cock, smearing the glistening slick along his shaft. you watched with an open mouth and heavy eyes, fascinated by the way he handled himself.

"eddie," you whined, hips wiggling against the mattress in desperation, body completely driven by your baser instincts now. you didn't just want eddie's cock inside of you; at this point it had become a dire need, a need you were so close to getting that it almost made you cry. it was all you could think about now, every thought running over the other as your mind became jumbled with it.

"i know, princess, i know," he grinned, glancing up at your lust-filled eyes while he continued to stroke his cock. he grips his shaft tightly, moving forward on his knees ever so slightly to bring his head closer to your pussy. "i just gotta get my cock nice and wet before i can fill you up, okay?" his voice gets quieter as he focuses on guiding the tip of his cock to your folds, and the both of you let out load moans as it comes into contact. holding the base, he rocks his hips against yours as he lets his cock slide through your wet folds, the tip of him brushing against your sensitive clit with every thrust.

you honestly think that you can come again from the sensation of everything alone; the feeling of eddie's hair around your face, his fingers gripping into your waist as he guides his cock through your folds, your slick covering more and more of his shaft with each pass, his rough moans filling your ears. you start to rock your hips with his movements, and just when you think eddie might say 'fuck it' and slip himself into you without the condom, he pulls away again, chuckling as he hears you whine.

"patience, babe. the last thing we need is a little munson running around this damn trailer," he teases, removing the condom from between his teeth and sliding it on his shaft. even though he was messing with you, the thought of eddie being a father was sending shivers through your body. fuck, you were in deep with this man. he must have seen something flash in your eyes because he hesitated for a moment before winking down at you.

he positioned himself over you once more, tapping your thighs to make you wrap them around his waist. he pressed a kiss onto your nose, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly, slowly, slide himself into your pussy. your mouth drops open as a loud whimper emits from your throat, your legs tightening themselves around his body as he continues to push forward. his hands turn to fists against the pillow as his hips snap against yours, his cock fully seated inside you.

"jesus fucking christ, y/n," he pants, his breath hot as it caresses over your ear, goosebumps littering your skin at the sensation. "how the fuck do you feel tighter each time i fuck you?" his question falls on deaf ears, as your whimpers block out his voice. you can feel him so deep inside you, and even without him moving, you feel completely and utterly at bliss. your hips shift against his slightly as you seek out the pleasure, the heat, and it pushes him even further, making the two of you curse.

"so deep, eddie..." you whimper, head tossing against the pillow slightly as you reach up to grip his forearm. "i can't... oh, fuck." he had started to pull out, the feeling of fullness going away the further he moved, and you almost sobbed, trying to lift your hips up to follow him. he let out a mangled laugh, his hand on your hip pressing down roughly to keep you from moving too much, shushing your cries.

when he barely had the head of his cock inside, he thrusted forward again, much quicker this time, and you had to slap your hand on top of your mouth to stifle a scream. he rutted his hips into yours, his pelvic bone brushing against your clit. "oh, god. your little pussy is pure heaven, princess. and it was made just for me, huh?" he panted into your ear, starting to move his cock in and out of your soaking pussy with more speed. one of your legs slipped from his waist, and he slide his hand down your hips, resting it against the fat of your inner thigh to hold your legs open.

"fuck, fuck, fuckfuck," you cried, back arching as eddie started pounding into you relentlessly. his cock was filling you so full, hitting every little sweet spot inside of you, and you were unable to think of anything else, to say anything else. a drop of sweat fell from eddie's forehead onto your own, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. the hand against your mouth slid down to your chest, down to eddie's waist, and you held on to his hip as he thrusted into you.

the sound of the bed squeaking from his movements filled the room, along with the clanking of eddie's belt buckle as his hips moved in a steady pace. he had buried his face into your neck, his hot pants fanning across your skin, and his fingers on your inner thigh were squeezing tightly as he forced himself to hold back on his orgasm. he desperately needed to make you come again, needed to feel the way your wetness flooded around his cock.

and you were almost there, too. your body had never felt so hot on the inside, never felt as electrified as it did right now. your mind had been clearing up from the joint, but the way eddie was fucking you had you right back in that oblivious state; so mindless that the only thing you could think of was his cock. each stroke of his cock was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and before you knew it, you were begging eddie in a way you never had before.

"oh my god, eddie, please - please," you sobbed, your body shaking slightly as the feeling became too much to handle. your hands had started to shake, and your hips were moving to meet eddie's as he fucked you, so lost in his own pleasure that he was essentially just using your body at this point. "i need, mygod, please just- eddie..." his hand on your thigh had moved up to where your bodies were joined, roughly swiping his thumb against your overstimulated clit, and you immediately burst, body going rigid and then slack as your orgasm flooded through your body.

"holy fuck, oh jesus," eddie groaned, his movements faltering as he felt you collapse against the bed, his cock being suffocated by the tightness of your pussy while you came. the faintest whimper of his name falling from your mouth is what set him off, and his hips ground into yours as he leaned down to bite your shoulder, the action effectively stopping him from almost yelling out into the trailer. you groaned as you felt his teeth sink into you, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

you could feel his cock throbbing inside you as he came, and your hand on his hip relaxed enough to where you could trail your fingers against his skin, coaxing him through his orgasm. he finally let up from your shoulder, the bite stinging a bit as the cold air hit the surface, and you knew tomorrow there would be a pretty nasty bruise surrounding the area. this definitely wasn't the first time eddie had bitten you, and you knew - hoped - it wouldn't be the last.

soon the sound of your breathing was all you could hear in the bedroom as you both came down from your orgasms, eddie's body molding into yours as he rested his head on your chest. you carded your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling blissfully fucked and satisfied, and even though you had lost his little game, a huge part of you felt like maybe you had actually won it. and you said so yourself to eddie, voice quivering slightly but accompanied by a little laugh.

and eddie just leaned up on his hands, which were placed on either side of your head against the pillow behind you. his mouth slowly spread into a wicked grin, his laugh lines creasing into his cheeks. "oh, princess," he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "i'm just getting started."

[lipglossanon]

♔ 𝔗𝔴𝔬 ♔

• A Dozen Roses • Fairy Tale AU •

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, minor character death, descriptions of blood and violence, stolen kisses

You’ve grown up your whole life hearing about your mother and father. Their kismet meeting in the forest. Her a poor woodcutter’s daughter and he a fresh faced prince lost on his way to the kingdom. 

It’s a fairy tale you’ve been told every night since you were a small girl. Your nursemaid would tuck you into bed and recount the miraculous connection made between your parents. And how you were the only thing missing in their perfect lives. She always smiled at you so sadly when she said that part. 

In actuality, your mother died during childbirth and your father is a cold distant man. He never turns you away if you seek him out, but his eyes ever drift like he’s looking for the ghost of his lost love. Her portrait hangs in every room, so it’s inevitable for her smiling face to be looking down on you. 

As you age, the whispers begin to grow louder. At first it’s a chambermaid you overhear murmuring to the cook about how much like your mother you begin to resemble. It seems to spread like wildfire and by the time your twentieth summer rolls around, you’ve made the rumors true as you are now the spitting image of the dead woman haunting every room. 

Your maids-in-waiting coo and coddle you every time they help you dress for the day; they titter and talk amongst themselves when the suitors begin to slowly trickle into the castle to meet the jewel of the King’s eye. Your father’s gaze no longer drifts but stays focused on you with unerring attention. He lets the suitors into the throne room, parading their talents and gifts to his dead eyes and cold face. You smile politely, seated next to him, and can see your father grip the throne so tight his knuckles blanch. 

No one meets his criteria. You are too special, too pure, too beautiful. You are too much of your mother for him to just give you away to a bumbling aristocratic fool. Questioning him only once on why the last Lord didn’t meet his standards, he stares at you for far longer than what’s comfortable before telling you that there’s a reason for his strictness.

There have been a few that caught his eye, but something in the way they look at you, like you are something they can covet, has the King dismissing them before they can offer anything other than their name and station. You are more than happy that your father is picky in regards to the more unsavory men who come to call. Only one, a King from a minor province, has tried to overstay his welcome. 

King Irons is a deceitful old man, an outlier from the generations before your father took the throne. He came to seek a betrothal but was easily dismissed by the King. He doesn’t handle it well and causes a scene in the throne room. The guards subdue him quite easily and escorted him from the castle. It’s only later when you are taking a turn in the garden, that he accosts you in front of your ladies-in-waiting. 

It’s the first time you’ve felt fear, an oily tar of feeling trying to blanket your thoughts as King Irons grabs your wrists tightly in his own sweaty hands. 

“You are to be my bride,” his piggy mouth dribbles— salivating at the thought of having you and your riches, “once we are wed, your father can do nothing.”

He sneers down at you as you kick and thrash in his hold, eyes darting around to see his own guard holding your servants hostage. 

“You will swing from the hangman’s noose by nightfall,” you spit in his face, trying and failing to pull your arms from his grasp. 

“No need to waste rope,” a somber voice cuts through the air and you sag in relief. 

“Father!” You wrench your hands one more time and they slip through King Irons gross sweaty palms easily. 

You gather your skirts and run over to his side, the other maidens quickly following behind as Irons’ guard drops to their knees. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t cut off your hands right this instant,” his cool attitude eases the fear back into a manageable state. 

“I-I shall make a formal apology in front of the court, your majesty,” the wretched man blubbers, face going red in anger and embarrassment, “I will take my leave and you’ll never see me again.”

“You’re right, after today, no one will see you again,” the King removes his sword from its sheath in one fluid movement and with a spray of blood, Iron’s severed head gapes up at you from the grass. 

Your ladies-in-waiting scream, with one fainting into another’s arms, as the intruder’s body collapses onto the ground a second later. Hand reaching out, you grasp onto your fathers cloak, eyes unable to look away from the dead man who had touched you only moments before.  

The King points his blade at the guardsmen, “Take the body and return home. Dispose of it if you wish or plan a burial, I care not which. I shan’t see anyone from your province here again or it will be a slow death.”

“Yes, my lord,” they say, voices shaking before rising up to carry the body back to Irons’ carriage.

Your father cleans his sword before sheathing it, half turning to face you. He frowns and rubs his knuckles across your cheek, pulling your attention away from the blood stained grass. 

“Prepare a bath for my daughter and burn these clothes,” he raises his voice to the servants behind you. 

Flustered, they bow and curtsy, quickly moving toward you. 

“I will see you at dinner,” his blue eyes are deep and unreadable as he pulls away and leaves the garden. 

In a daze, you follow the ladies as they guide you back to your room for a bath. A maid comes in to take away your dress, leaving another in its place. 

“Did you see the King?” a timid young woman whispers to another as they prepare the tub in front of the fire. 

“Of course I did,” she sighs exasperatedly, “he was standing right there, wasn’t he?”

“He smiled,” the other girl whispers but you still catch it, pretending to look out the window, “he smiled when he cut that vile man’s head clean off.”

Whatever the other servant says is lost as your heartbeat pounds in your ears, a mixture of feelings bubbling up in yourself. Once you climb into the metal tub, you rest in the warm water and parse through your thoughts. Relief and happiness are the strongest, followed by another you’ve never felt before. It’s darker and filled with a longing hunger for something. Pushing it from your mind, you finish bathing and let the maids help you dress.

The tangle of feelings makes itself known the next morning from the ivy climbing the trellis near your window. Your father has the royal gardeners in your quarters the next day to remove the strangely designed plant. As they cut away the stems, you catch a glimpse of the leaves and frown. They’re red— red as the blood that coated the grass in the garden. Except for that bloom of blue in the center. Reminiscent of your father’s eyes.

A fortnight later, the young Lord Winters enters your father’s domain in a bid to woo your hand in marriage. He’s sweet and kind, not bringing much in the way of a bride price, but you honestly could care less about how much gold is in his coffers. Your father watches as you hit it off and for once doesn’t say anything or send the young man away. Lord Winters stays at an estate near the castle and calls on you every day; he takes you for walks amongst the sprawling gardens (waited on by servants so you’re never truly alone). 

During one such occasion, the young Lord is able to sneak you away to the maze in the garden. There he steals your first kiss as the perfume of roses and jasmine floods your senses. You’re lighter than air once you make your way back to your ladies-in-waiting. Amidst the giggling and whispers, you feel a burgeoning hope swelling in your chest. Maybe this Lord is the one you’ve been waiting for this whole time.

Looking back you can think what a silly dream for a silly girl. The castle has all manners of eyes and ears, primed and ready to deliver news to the King.  There is never a secret he does not already know.

[brownsugarwrites]

Would king leon and princess reader would be open to have kids? Would they spoil their kids?

ahhhhh!! good question! I think they would. Leon would love little heirs running around the castle but ultimately it is princess!readers choice.

If they do have kids they definitely have twins. I always hc leon as a girl dad so with his two girls he does spoil them alot with toys and all the finest silks but hes not that easy on them. I wouldnt say hes strict but if they’re being trouble makers hes quick to reprimand them

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You tell Arthur (1/3) - Sir Leon x Reader, Arthur x Sister!Reader

Hiiiii!!! You know when a songwriter is asked 'how long did it take to write this song?", and they answer something like 'ehh, about 30 minutes... it just came to me.'? Because that is pretty much how I felt with this one! Granted, it took me longer than 30 minutes, but I definitely wrote faster than usual ;)

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)

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Word count: ≈ 1,8k

Warnings: Mentions of death, Uther

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You tell Arthur (Part 1/3)

(y/n) Pendragon stood quietly behind her father when her older twin brother entered the room. She somehow sensed that he brought bad news, but had not anticipated anything quite as bad as this.

“It was Cenred who did this, you’re certain of it?”

“Yes, my Lord. His messenger has only this minute departed Camelot. Cenred said that the patrol trespassed on his land, and an example had to be made.”

“How many dead?”

“All of them, sire. Every last man.”

“The knights?”

“All lost. Edric, Oldoff, Osric… and Sir Leon.”

(y/n) closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. Receiving word of death was seldom a good thing, but that of Sir Leon was excruciatingly painful for the young princess. She could feel both Arthur and Merlin staring at her, but decided to leave the room before anyone could notice her tears.

The princess and the knight were childhood friends. They used to play together when they were really young, and when they became older and Uther refused to let (y/n) join the knights in training, Arthur and Leon used to practice with her in secret. While most people grow apart, their friendship had stood the test of time, and they would still go on walks or hang out at least once a week. (y/n) wasn’t quite sure whether her feelings were purely platonic or not, but it never really seemed to matter; she just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. That thought made his sudden death all the more tragic, and it took a while before the meaning of everything Arthur had said actually sank in.

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She sat by the window in her chambers when Arthur came knocking on her door.

“(y/n).”

Turning around she met her brother’s gaze.

“(y/n), I am very sorry. How - are you okay?”

She took a deep breath and looked away.

“No”, (y/n) answered truthfully. “No, Arthur, of course not. How could this happen?”

“I- I don’t know. I am sure it was an honest mistake on our side. I-”

Arthur was interrupted by rapid knocking on the door.

“Sire?”

The door was pushed open and the servant who did so looked relieved when he noticed Arthur.

“My Lord”, he acknowledged. “Princess. Sire, the king requests your presence in the main hall.”

“What happened?”, asked Arthur, clearly confused.

“One of the knights, previously presumed dead, has returned. Alive, Sire.”

(y/n) stood quickly, but Arthur grabbed her arm even faster.

“(y/n)...”

“Arthur!”

He looked at his sister tiredly but knew that there was nothing he could do to make her stay.

“Fine”, he sighed. “Come on.”

The siblings ran down the stairs, (y/n) almost tripping on her long, blue dress. They entered the hall and were met with a familiar face.

“We thought you were dead for sure!”, exclaimed Arthur as he embraced Leon in a brotherly hug.

“I was dead, or as good as. Until the druids found me.”

“Druids?”

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much tenser as the matter of druids and magic was discussed, but (y/n) could only focus on the fact that her best friend was alive.

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“Is that it?”

“That’s it. He’s exhausted, Sire, and severely dehydrated but give him time, he’ll make a full recovery.”

Everyone in the room looked extremely relieved at the physician’s statement.

“Thank you, Gaius.”

Uther, Gaius and Merlin left, and Arthur followed after patting his sister on her shoulder.

“Princess”

“Sir Leon”

He smiled awkwardly. “Just Leon is fine.”

“So is (y/n).”

They smiled at each other for a moment, but it eventually became too much and (y/n) walked up to the bed and puller her friend in for a tight hug - one he quickly returned. Some might find it inappropriate for a princess and a knight to embrace one another in such a way, but when the two were alone like this all titles felt… redundant?

“I am so glad you are okay! You scared me, though…”

“I am sorry, it was never my intention to frighten you.”

“Of course, I know, it’s just… You know, the concept of losing you forever is… I have never considered it before, and I really don’t want to do it again…”

“You have my word, (y/n). I will do my very best to keep you from worrying.”

“Good!” (y/n) stood and blew out the candle by the bad. “Now, please, rest.”

“Right. Good night, (y/n).”

“Good night, Leon.”

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(y/n) was walking back to her chambers, now feeling much better than the last time she did so. She was just about to turn around a corner when she heard two voices - her father and her brother.

“You called for me, father.”

“Cenred is our sworn enemy. We cannot risk him getting his hands on the cup of life.”

“I know, father.”

“You must retrieve it. Your mission must remain secret. You can speak to no one of this.”

“I will take only my most trusted men.”

(y/n) decided to make her presence known and walked naturally around the corner.

“It sounds like I could join you then.”

Uther turned around with a furious look on his face.

“Certainly not! I will not allow my daughter to enter enemy land. End of discussion.”

“Bu-”

“(y/n), please…”, muttered Arthur, sensing that this debate would lead them nowhere.

“But, Arthur, if I could ju-”

“QUIET!!”, roared Uther. “This is an incredibly dangerous quest, and you are a princess. It is not part of your duty, and we shall discuss the matter no further. Now, Arthur, we’ve seen what happened to the last patrol that entered Cenred’s land. You must go alone. I’m sorry to place such a burden upon you but there is no one else I can trust.”

“I understand, father.”

“Good. Now, will you please escort your sister back to her chambers, and make sure she does not go with you.”

“Yes, father.”, said Arthur. He placed his right hand on his sister’s shoulder and started guiding her towards her room. Once he was sure their father couldn’t hear them Arthur decided to speak up.

“(y/n), what are you thinking? Listen, I know that you want to join us in battle, but you already know that father is opposed to it - why would you even try to convince him to let you go on the most dangerous one yet?”

“I know.. I-I just…”

“Look”, said Arthur calmly. “I understand that you were worried about Leon - any good friend would be - but he is back. He is fine. The best thing you can do now is to stay here, and make sure he stays that way, and let me and Merlin go after the cup, alright?”

She sighed in defeat. “Alright.”

“Good, now go to bed. Please.”

“I’m going!”

“Good!”

“Night, Arthur! Good luck!”

“Night, (y/n)!”

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(y/n) once again found herself standing behind her father as he was addressing his men.

“Arthur should be back by now.”, he stated worriedly.

“I’m sure there’s a simple explanation, Sire.”, answered Leon, standing awkwardly in front of the king.

“You know as well as I do he’s been gone too long.” (y/n) could tell that her father was getting anxious, and it became clearer as he continued to give Leon orders. “Take a patrol, as many men as you need. Whatever it takes, find him!”

“Yes, sire.”, said Leon shortly before leaving the room.

(y/n) shared a worried glance with Morgana before quickly leaving the room and running around to the main entrance. She rounded the corner just in time to see the blond knight walk through the door to the courtyard.

“Leon! Wait!”

He turned around at the sound of his name and approached his old friend.

“(y/n)”. He nodded respectfully towards her.

“I-I just… Please, be careful, okay?”. They were close - barely ten inches apart - and (y/n) kept her head down, desperately trying to think of something to say.

“(y/n)”, he muttered kindly, using his gloved hand to gently tilt her head upwards to look her in the eyes. “(y/n), I gave you my word. I would not dare to break it.”

“I know. Good.”. She could feel herself blushing, but chose to ignore it. “I believe in you. And please bring my brother back while you’re at it?”

He sent her a kind smile in return. “Of course, my lady. I shall see you in the morning then?”

“Indeed. Good luck, sir.”

They then left their separate ways; (y/n) back indoors, and Leon out to round up some men.

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“We must convene the council of war.”

“They cannot be stopped. The soldiers, Sire, they will not fall.”

“What are you saying?”

“They will not die.”

“Gather the knights. Prepare whatever defences you can.”

“But, Sire-”

“DO IT!”

(y/n) flinched slightly. She hated when her father was shouting, something that unfortunately happened quite often. It was, however, worse when it was directed at her, or Arthur, or Morgana or someone else who was close to her - Leon obviously not being an exception. The knight in question fell quiet for a moment, but then gave the king a respectful nod and headed out the doors.

“It’s Cenred. It must be?”, Uther now looked directly at Gaius. “How? The location of the cup was secret.”

“There’s only one explanation, Sire. We have a traitor in our midst.”

Uther now seemed beyond concerned. “Right, (y/n) and Morgana, the two of you must go to your chambers - where you will be safe.” After a moment of silent confusion, the king already became impatient. “NOW!”, he ordered harshly, and the girls, for once, did as they were told.

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There were knights absolutely everywhere! (y/n) had never seen so many in one place before, but they were all preparing and getting ready for battle.

She watched the attacking army through her window, and couldn’t help the feelings of fear och dread that were taking over her entire being. She feared for Arthur, and her father, and Leon, and Merlin, and Gwen, and everyone else who lived in Camelot. If what Leon was saying was true - and it most likely was - she struggled to see anything but a horrendous outcome of the upcoming battle. She even doubted whether there would actually be a battle, or if the enemy would straight-up massacre every last person living in Camelot.

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It didn’t take long for (y/n)’s fears to become reality. The knights fought bravely, but still fell, one after another. The army marched through the lower town and reached the citadel within hours. She could go out there and fight, but quickly realized that there was no point - there is strength in numbers did not seem to apply in this case, as the immortal army seemed to be cutting through Camelot’s fighters like butter. She was still watching through her window when the door to her room was violently pushed open, and turned around to see four enemy guards and a woman with long, blonde hair and a sly smile.

“Oh, princess (y/n). Long time no see, huh?”

“Hello, Morgause.”

~L

Part 2

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[imkylotrash]

What A Time

Pairing: Sir Leon x reader

Request (shortened version): The reader is a princess that has been taken prisoner when Morgana took over in an attempt to use her as leverage against Uther. But she can't help think back on her life with Leon and neither can he.

A/N I don't think I've seen this far in the show so if I get anything wrong, please just pretend like I didn't 😂

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

Sometimes life takes a funny direction compared to the path you always saw yourself on. You were a princess, a twin to the future King of Camelot, and you were a good sorcerer. In fact, you were a great sorcerer under the training of Gaius, and when Merlin showed up, it only made you better. But magic was forbidden in Camelot, and you knew it. It was only a matter of time before Uther would figure it out...

"Gaius, do something!" You're looking down at your brother, who is losing far too much blood far too quickly. A hunting accident that may just take the one person you love more than anything.

"There are limits to what can be done naturally," Gaius scolds, throwing several herbs into a pot to mush, but you know it's not going to be enough. If Arthur's going to make it through the night, he needs magic - and a lot of it.

"Then let me do something," you plead because you can't lose him. Not already. Neither of you has lived properly yet. You hold Arthur's hand to make sure he knows you're right there.

"Uther will be here any minute," Merlin informs as he enters with a bunch of towels and hot water.

"Then we have to be quick," you sternly say as you lock eyes with Gaius. He's not dumb enough to stop you, so he steps back to let you work. But Merlin's right. Uther does arrive within minutes to find his son dying on the table and his daughter trying to save his life using the one thing that scares him more than anything.

"What is going on?" he demands to know. And you know you should be worried, scared, possibly even dead already, but you'll deal with that later. Once you know Arthur is safe, you'll turn around and face your judgment. Except it never comes. Instead, your father shocks you by pulling you in for a tight hug.

"Thank you." He's looking at you well-knowing that he'd never be able to kill you. So he helps keep the secret, and you continue training.

You're even more powerful than Merlin, which feels slightly ironic considering your current predicament. Trapped in the castle's dungeon awaiting whatever Morgana decides to do with you. Every spell has been tried to break the confinement created by Morgana's own magic, but you have yet to be successful and breaking free. Camelot has been lost, and you can't do anything about it. All you can hope is that your family made it out alive.

He's watching you. Of course, they're all watching you because you're sitting next to the King of Camelot at the high table, but it feels different when he looks at you. He's not looking at you because you're King's daughter or the sister of Arthur. He's looking because he wants to. Because he can't tear his gaze away, and you love it. You almost revel it in, but you can't be too obvious.

"Your Royal Highness," he says and lifts your hand to place a gentle kiss. The action alone is enough to make you blush.

"You know, we're married now. You can call me by name." An arranged marriage and you just so happened to fall wholly and utterly in love with the man.

"I know. But your father is watching, and I'd like to stay in his good graces," Leon whispers with a smile, and you want to drag him to the bedroom right then and there. But you must wait for the formalities to finish. Waiting with Leon by your side makes it a lot better though.

"Father, we're going to retire for the night." You kiss him on both cheeks before leaving hand in hand with Leon. Both of you are itching for the privacy needed to act very inappropriately, so you rush down the hallways until you reach your chambers.

"So, husband, are you ready for married life?"

"With you? Always." He drags you inside and closes the door. Gentle fingers untie the laces of your corset, and one layer at a time, you feel the heat in your belly spread.

"I've thought about this all night," he admits placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. It sends a shiver through your body that you don't even bother to hide. You want him to know what kind of effect he has on you.

"Kiss me properly."

The sound of heels on the ground diverts your attention to the hallway.

"Enjoying your stay?" Seeing her stand in front of you awakes a rage inside of you that you struggle to contain.

"This could all have been avoided if your father had shown me the same compassion for me that he showed for you." You keep quiet. Your father had loved Morgana with all his heart could offer. Whether he had accepted her magic or not, Morgana would have taken the same path. Of this, you felt completely sure even now.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to love you enough to come back to Camelot and face his actions. None of them do. Not even your little lover Le—"

"Don't say his name!" you sneer walking over to the bars so you can look at her properly.

"One day I'm going to kill you. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after that. But someday I will kill you." Images of your past life flash before your eyes; Arthur returning home after a quest, Leon and you dancing in your chambers with no music, Merlin occupying your Arthur so you can steal moments with Leon. One day you'll return to them, and you're going to make sure that Morgana never threatens you again.

[ijustwant2write]

A Second Opinion-Sir Leon x Reader

(GIF credit to @merlin-gifs​)

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Requested by anonymous: ‘Can you do a one/shot where the female reader is the princess of a nearby kingdom Camelot is allies with and she and Leon are dating (or whatever the BBC Merlin show’s equivalent of dating is) and she’s watching Arthur and the knights train one day and he somehow gets accidentally hurt and she accompanies the knights when they take him to Gaius? There’s some profanity (hell, damn, and arse), but aside from that, it’s relatively clean.’

Characters: Sir Leon x Reader, Morgana x Reader (platonic), Arthur Pendragon x Reader (platonic), Merlin x Reader (platonic), Gaius x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of violence, injury, lots of fluff

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“Good morning your highness.” the princess was woken by her handmaiden drawing back the curtains.

(Y/N) squinted at the brightness, groaning as she rubbed her eyes.“Good morning. My, it’s a sunny day today.”

“Yes, perfect weather to stroll around the castle and the grounds. You know, I hear that the knights of Camelot are set to train today.”

She had a smirk on her face, and (Y/N) bashfully smiled as she slowly got out of bed. The princess knew what she was referring to, or rather, who she was referring to. (Y/N) had caught the eye of a certain knight, he wasn’t too bad to look at either. Sir Leon had immediately stood out to her, she was captured by his features, embarrassingly being caught  

They had met on her first visit to Camelot when her father had made an alliance with King Uther. She was only from a small kingdom, and although her father a king and she a princess, not many people knew of their reputation. However, they were soon recognised for their exquisite and pristine swords by their talented blacksmiths. These weapons were extremely durable and could slice through just about anything that got in its way. Uther realised the potential they held, and sent a letter to them himself to create said alliance. 

Considering (Y/N)’s family were not classed as the strongest allies, Uther had no intention of sealing their friendship through the children’s marriage. Arthur would be saved to wed when the right ally came along. However, he was shocked when Sir Leon approached him to ask permission of courtship to the princess. Ar first he thought it preposterous, why on Earth would a princess want to be with a knight? But he realised that he could keep his new allies close like this, agreeing that the young man may court (Y/N).

(Y/N) had been delighted at the news, her parents not so much. Although they had nothing against Leon, knowing that he was a brave and loyal man, of course they had intended for (Y/N) to marry someone of the same title. But there was no point trying to change their daughters mind, especially when they saw how upset she became when they voiced their opinions. Besides, they had two sons they could make use of.

“It is a beautiful day your highness, I’m glad you’re also making the most of it.” Morgana greeted (Y/N) as they passed each other in the corridor.

They each gave a small curtsy, as did their handmaids.“Indeed. I could not waste a day like this, especially in Camelot.”

“I’m glad you have settled in well, though you always do. Where are you headed?”

“Well, I thought I may as well take a walk over the grounds of the castle.”

“Perfect!” Morgana quickly replied.“I was just thinking of doing that myself. Would you mind if I joined you?”

(Y/N) smiled.“Of course not.”

As they began their stroll, (Y/N) noticed how happy Morgana looked.“Is there something on your mind Morgana? Or someone perhaps?”

Morgana giggled.“Oh don’t be silly. It is nothing like that, rather, I am very pleased for a friend of mine.”

“And who would that be?”

“You of course!”

“Me?”

“Yes! It has been months since you last visited, poor Leon hasn’t smiled since you left.”

“He hasn’t?” (Y/N) pouted, hating to hear of her love in such a sorrow state.

“Why would he when the love of his life is no longer here?”

(Y/N) blushed.

“Will it be strange for you to live here? Do you think you’ll be happy?”

“I know that wherever I end up, as long as I’m with Leon, then I will be infinitely happy.”

“I just know he would have said the same. So let me guess, you’re talking a walk to catch a glimpse of him?”

“There’s no point denying it. Yes I am. I understand he must perform his duties before we are to meet in the day, though I do wish the Prince would give him at least one morning off."

"Maybe I can have a word with Arthur for you."

"We both know that would just end up with you two arguing."

The two ladies continued their conversation as they stepped into the sun, gazing at the beautiful, colourful flowers that adorned the fields surrounding the training ground. In a way, it was a shame that the knights had to train on the grounds, because they kicked up the dirt and grass, their weapons sprawled around the place. However, (Y/N) took no notice of that anymore, instead her eyes went straight to her love.

He was in the midst of a mock one on one fight with Arthur, looking like they were demonstrating certain strategies and tactics to new soldiers. He was so glorious, it was almost elegant how he fought. She was captivated for a moment, except when those dreaded thoughts seeped in. She was incredibly proud of him, but wished he wouldn't have to put himself in any extreme situations. It was great that the future King of Camelot trusted Leon the most, but he was the biggest target in the kingdom.

As (Y/N) was about to dismiss those sad thoughts, she heard someone let out a wail of pain, her eyes snapping to Leon as he fell to the floor, clutching onto his ribs. Arthur was immediately beside him, as was (Y/N) even though she was struggling to run in her dress and heels.

"Leon!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

"Stand back!" Arthur instructed everyone else, looking up at a young boy to scold him."And that is why we don't let you use the actual weapons in training."

The boy hung his head, embarrassed and fearing for his life. Leon had been hit harshly in his ribs, moaning from just trying to breathe because he was winded. (Y/N) grabbed his hand, pushing back his hair that had stuck to his forehead with sweat.

"You're OK my love, I'm here, I'm here with you." she reassured him.

"Damn!" he hissed as he tried to move.

"Don't move Leon, you have to stay still." Arthur said."Merlin is fetching Gaius as we speak."

"I'm sure I am just badly winded and bruised, I will just need to lay down for a while before returning to normal tomorrow." Leon struggled to say.

"Leon, listen to me," (Y/N) demanded,"you are injured. If you dare do anything Gaius says you shouldn't do, you will have me to answer to."

She said it with a smile, causing the knights around her to laugh, even Leon smiled. He was grateful to have her there. She always supported him, despite not wanting him to be in any danger. He clutched onto her delicate hand, desperately trying not to squeeze too hard as to hurt her.

Gaius kept up with Merlin as best as he could when they reached the field, slowly kneeling down beside the injured Knight. He told Merlin to take off the armour as carefully as he could so he could have a better look. Gaius lifted Leon's undershirt, frowning when he gently pressed and ran his hand along the wounded area.

"I'm afraid one of his ribs are broken, he's lucky it wasn't more. He'll have to rest for a long time." Gaius concluded.

Leon moaned."How long?"

"Six weeks at a minimum."

"Six weeks?!"

"Leon, stay calm, you must remain still." (Y/N) gently reminded him.

"Let's get him to the infirmary, I need to examine him more for any other injuries, and give him something to ease the pain."

(Y/N) held onto Leon's hand the entire walk. He was being carefully carried on a stretcher, and it was difficult to manoeuvre him up the stairs. But they managed it without causing too much discomfort. Only (Y/N) stayed with Leon, Arthur took some convincing to get rid of, but Leon didn't want to keep the Prince away from his duties, noble as always. After Gaius gave his final diagnosis, luckily it was only the ribs, he gave Leon a concoction to kill off the pain, though warned it would make him very drowsy once it kicked in.

"You scared me today. I know it wasn't your fault, I just wished you would put yourself first for once." (Y/N) sighed.

Leon lazily smiled."I am a Knight, I put other people's safety before mine. Especially yours."

"But how am I to be protected if you aren't there?"

"You make a very good point."

"I love you Leon, I can't lose you." she stroked back his hair, loving his curls.

"You won't. You won't ever have to think like that."

"I know. It was just awful seeing you hurt today."

He slowly reached her hand up to his lips, kissing it firmly."I give you my word, on my honour, that I will always be there for you my love."

"I have been so blessed to have you."

Leon's eyelids started to droop, feeling the effects starting to slowly work. He felt even more tired than when he first arrived to the infirmary.

"I do believe that I am the blessed one, for I have a princess that loves me, and I am able to openly love her back."

She giggled as she noticed bun trying to fight to keep his eyes open, his sentences now slow and almost mumbled.

"You should...enjoy your day...my love." Leon managed to get out.

"I will stay here with you."

"I'm sleeping."

"I know. But I shall remain by your side until you wake."

"You...are sweet."

"Sh, keep your eyes closed Leon, you must rest."

He hummed in response, letting his body relax into the bed, head lulling to the side. (Y/N) silently kissed him on his forehead, trying to mask her worry as Merlin brushed past.

"Will be be alright?" she asked the manservant.

He stopped what he was doing, glancing at Leon."He's gone through worse your highness. He will come back stronger like he always does."

"I hope so. I would like to see my fiance without a bruised eye in our wedding day."

[hispg]

Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:2.9k

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one-sided love, affairs, (I'll put more once things start to progress).

Prologue | 1 | 2 |

Chapter 2: Presence

"I suppose it's important, Prince." You say softly, straightening his epaulette, while Leon looked at himself in the mirror.

Today he was preparing for another of those tiresome meetings between royalty and merchants. One more of the king's deals had gone through.

He nods, giving you his attention, "Yes, indeed. My father wants me to learn about these businesses before I become king."

You didn't know if you'd heard too much or something, but he seemed genuinely overwhelmed and fatigued by it all.

"If it's any consolation, I'm cheering you on." You say in a sweet smile, giving it one last adjust on his epaulette, leaving it suitably refined.

The sun lit up the room, the gentle light brightening every corner of the room. Just as it illuminated your gentle, sweet features, the way you smiled at him. Or even the way you made a point of checking if he needed help with anything else.

So he looked at you with those sparkling blue eyes, giving you the attention you'd been waiting for for a few minutes.

"Thank you for your words, princess." Despite the cordiality, you felt that there was still a distance, which was a shame.

Even though you had already been in the castle for a few days, the formalities still continued: 'Prince', 'Princess', or even 'Your Highness'. Never by your first names, or by any other name. It might sound silly, but it was a reminder that this treatment would continue for a long time.

He was still so formal and serious with you, even though you had already been living together for a few days. And there was no sign of him changing, but maybe it was too soon, maybe you had to wait.

Or maybe you were just daydreaming.

Taking a final look at himself, and then taking the opportunity to look you up and down. He couldn't deny the way you were always well dressed. You were always so kind to him, always treated him well even when he was distant from you.

He'd be lying if he didn't say that was an admirable quality in you.

So elegant, charming even. As much as he tried not to care, he loved the smell of your cologne. Something soft that reminded him of wild roses.

He was so captivated by looking at the ornaments that adorned your neck that he couldn't help but inhale your fragrance once more, letting the soft scent that surrounded you enter his nostrils, making him feel the sweetness once more.

"You look elegant, prince." You encouraged him, wrapping your arm around his as he began to take small steps towards the door.

He gives you a simple smile, leading you through the bustling corridors with the various workers. Everyone was looking at the two of you, and whispers could be heard here and there.

You knew that in this meeting your presence was only decorative, just like all the other spouses of the other seniors who would be there. Not that it bothered you, since it could be considered a relief if you spent more time around Leon. Even if it was an obligation.

The walk was as silent as ever, only polite smiles were exchanged between you and Leon, nothing too intimate. Leon was completely uncompromising with you, if you were being sincere he barely noticed you when you were that close.

He would only do so if he was in a good mood, which wasn't very often since he was always grumpy. And being close to you often made his mood worse.

However, you could see that he was trying, but the eyes don't lie. It wasn't hard to disguise the fact that he wasn't so much fond of you. Maybe it was just an annoyance and that would change with time, at least that's what you hoped.

It only took a few minutes for the two of you to reach the main hall, where you were greeted by all kinds of important guests. Even some you hadn't even seen in person.

Nothing more than the usual courtesies, pleasantries about the upcoming wedding and the union of the kingdoms, which was in fact the most important thing. In other words, what had made the whole situation happen.

After the proper introductions, you and Leon, along with the other guests, went to the room where the meeting was to take place, a spacious place that had been properly prepared for the occasion.

Soon the meeting began, with nothing but the usual fallacies and promises of the Kingdom's future prosperity.

Nothing you and Leon hadn't heard before, but you both knew that this was nothing more than a reinforcement of the future marriage.

That's because Leon's father always looked at him as he spoke, always made a point of leaving the word to his son every chance he got. He wanted to show his son's honor and pride

He needed to show all this to everyone present.

And even though Leon didn't like being the center of attention, he couldn't say no to his father, because unfortunately he was still following his father's orders.

After a few incessant hours, the meeting ended, with a certain exhaustion on the part of those present. After the farewells, which also seemed never-ending, you two headed down the corridors, approaching the stairs to go to your chambers.

As you walked slowly, you noticed the tired look on Leon's face, as he appeared to be completely drained.

"You did well, prince." You said in a sweet whisper, giving him an approving smile.

And then that was enough for him to look at you, giving you a brief smile, but one that never failed to make your heart flutter.

"Your presence was important, Your Highness." These could have been simple words, but you felt your knees weaken with them.

You chuckled, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.

Just as you were about to go upstairs, Leon's father called out to him from a distance, apparently wanting to talk to him about something personal.

You only heard a sigh come from Leon's lips, who then left you on the stairs to go on your way.

"I'll see you at dinner time." He says calmly, as he takes your covered hand and kisses the back of it. This time letting his lips linger there a little longer.

You get giddy every time he does that, your mind gets all messed up just feeling his lips like that.

With a charming smile, he bids you a courteous farewell and heads off in the direction of his father.

As soon as you walked the long stairs, you went straight to your bedroom, ready for a warm, comfortable bath before dinner.

But before you entered your room, something caught your eye. One of the maids was carrying a bouquet of flowers to Leon's room, and if you were being honest, the maid was in quite a hurry to carry the flowers.

From the way she was trying to sneak into Leon's room to put the flowers there, you could tell it was suspicious at best.

So you decided to go after the girl, to ask what she was doing. Slowly you approached, taking care not to alarm the woman or even make a fuss about it.

But even so, the young woman seemed to notice you, and unconsciously hid the bouquet behind her back in a clumsy way, as if to prevent you from seeing anything.

"Your Highness…" She stammered, trying to keep her composure and not get so nervous. Which failed if you were being honest.

You could see the apprehension in her wide eyes, just as her hands were shaking. What was so special about those flowers?

You nod, looking at her gently, "I imagine you're quite busy. You're in such a hurry."

You speak softly, just to level the waters, and even to appear unpretentious. She stuttered, only affirming with her head that she was in a hurry, not even trying to get into Leon's room.

"I… I was just passing by. I need to take these." She says, holding the flowers tightly, still in the same failed attempt to hide them from you.

You were about to ask one more question, but your eyes focused on a small piece of paper that had fallen to the floor, and looking at it you could tell it was a letter.

It wasn't long before you bent down and picked it up, holding it between your fingers. You didn't dare read it yet, because you already knew what it was about.

"Your Highness, this,—" You interrupt her discreetly, straightening your posture.

"I'm your highness, I don't suppose you have to hide anything from me," you then whispered, moving closer and standing in a spot where only you and she could hear each other, "Unless you're doing something wrong."

You didn't want to sound authoritative, but you just wanted to show a little sovereignty. You weren't going to let it go, under your nose was already too much.

"No, no princess." She says dimly, starting to get even more freaked out.

You didn't say much longer, your anxiety to read what was written on that letter was slowly eating away at you, and you had an overwhelming desire to find out what was there.

"Allow me." You whisper, gently taking the flowers from her hand. Carrying the bouquet in your arms.

Fresh lilies, just picked. They were kind of purplish in color, and smelled amazing. They were definitely beautiful.

The maid even tried to protest, but you dismissed her with a wave of your hand, heading for Leon's chambers. You soon entered the room, which was honestly not new to you, and you quickly closed the door behind you.

Once the silence hung in the air, you took a deep breath, looking at the flowers and the letter in your hand. And so you decided to look for a vase to put the delicate lilies in, and it wasn't hard to find, given the variety of things in Leon's room.

As soon as you placed the vase with the flowers next to Leon's bed, you decided it was time to read the letter in your hands.

The paper was all decorated, with beautiful calligraphy, as well as a few little hearts here and there. Certainly the kind of letter that lovers would exchange.

'Your favorites, handpicked. To the sweet prince, Leon. -A

You knew that this was supposed to be something intimate and that you shouldn't even be reading it, but even though it was such a subtle message, it still showed how close these two were.

Your lips trembled as you felt your vision blur. How complicated were things getting?

You even tried to push these thoughts away, thinking that maybe you were just thinking too much. But how could you do that?

How were you supposed to act as his second choice, even though you were the woman he was going to marry?

You froze once all your thoughts stopped and focused on the voice that called out to you from across the room.

"Your Highness? What are you doing here?" Leon's tone was low, as if he was completely serious and sharp with you.

You turned around, taking a deep breath and controlling your emotions, giving the sweetest, most polite smile you could manage at that moment.

"They're for you, prince." You say with a smile, as if you weren't aware of anything. The flowers weren't the first thing he focused on.

At the same moment you saw the color fade from his face, it became pale, almost the color of paper. For a split second you saw an expression of fear and surprise come over him.

His eyes widened and he took a small step towards you, but stopped at the same moment. You could even see his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed dryly, his body stiffening.

Did he really think he was hiding this secret well? How innocent it would be to think so. If the rest of the kingdom knew, why shouldn't you?

He wasn't very good at disguising it, in fact. What was he supposed to say? Wasn't it too obvious? Surely you wouldn't miss it, at least you already knew what it was about.

You moved closer to the flowers that you yourself had put in a vase, bringing your nose closer so that you could smell the lilies.

"They smell good, whoever sent it, they have great taste." You say calmly, arranging the flowers in the vase once again.

You could feel your hands starting to shake slightly, something about what you were doing didn't feel right.

But what else could you do? Maybe it was daring, but you couldn't help yourself.

Nobody liked being cheated on.

He opened his mouth for a few seconds, thinking of anything he could say.

But all that came out was a weak, 'Oh'. Before he approached you and took a look at the flowers that were there.

His fingertip brushed lightly against one of the flowers, looking at them with a certain tenderness. He obviously knew who it was from, or rather, who had sent him these flowers.

It was clearer than day.

"My mother probably sent one of the maids to buy these fresh flowers." He manages to stutter after a while, unable to face you fully.

His mother? What a lame excuse, you think.

You take a few more steps across the room, the sound of your heels echoing through the large room. You didn't even make a point of hiding the suspicious expression forming on your face.

You were quick to grab the small letter before he saw it, before he had even arrived in the room. You already knew, and you also knew that he wouldn't admit it.

However, you had proof in your hands, certainly an affair outside of the marriage relationship would not go down well with royalty, even more so coming from a renowned prince like him.

You simply had the perfect weapon in your hands, ready to be used any time you needed it. Not that you were going to do it now, you didn't even want to have to do it at some point.

However, you did have something useful in case you needed it. You didn't want to take any rash action that you might regret.

"I'll have those flowers put somewhere else,—" You interrupted him, looking at him with a gentle, sweet smile, as if you weren't tearing up inside.

"No need, I think it looks nice here." You murmured, taking the opportunity to smell the sweet scent of the flowers once again

The tension was palpable, the heavy atmosphere that soon formed in that room. Every gesture showed the unease that had formed, your lips trembled and you pressed them tightly together so as not to let anything show

But he noticed, he noticed the way your fists were clenched and that you were trembling slightly, as well as the drop of water forming in the corner of your eyes.

He knew that you might have suspected something, but what could he do? There was nothing he could say or do that would comfort you in any way.

It was as cruel for you as it was for him.

You exchanged silent but strangely meaningful glances, as if you were playing a game of chess.

The flowers and the letter became symbols of a game of appearances, where every gesture hid secrets that could dismantle the façade of a royal marriage.

And you both knew it, after all it was a game that only two could play, and you were both learning and understanding how this game would work.

It was certainly even worse in practice, but there was nothing you could do about it. Even more so, Leon was looking at the flowers in a somewhat puzzled way, but at the same time there was a certain gleam in his eye.

He couldn't hide that body language. Not even if he tried.

"If you wish, the flowers stay." He broke the silence, staring at you with that cold, penetrating gaze that was so mesmerizing.

You nodded, making a point of putting the flowers on the shelf next to his bed, acting as if you weren't interested or uncommitted to the whole thing.

God, you felt yourself breaking every time you looked at the petals, at the smell that wafted through the room.

"If the prince will excuse me, I'll go to my chambers." You said with the same sweet smile, bowing to him and leaving his room.

All you had in your ears was the sound of your heels clacking against the floor as you moved lightly to your own room.

Leon didn't say a word, he didn't even walk you to your usual bedroom door. You didn't know if it was anger or surprise, perhaps because he hadn't imagined that you would act so calmly.

Even though he could sense that you were hurt.

In the end, appearances would be kept up, even if the night had been stormy. One step at a time, day after day.

There was no such thing as a sad day in royalty, so you could already prepare your smile for the next day.