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no offence but i think a lot of us me included don’t actually want romantic love as badly as we think and really are just lonely and crave a closeness and intimacy that feels out of reach in friendships because of society’s emphasis on marriage and the nuclear family so we project that into the never ending search for a perfect love and a soulmate when really we all just want to mean something to someone
To Be A Princess (Haku Kusanagi x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)
*does the 'you know i had 2 do it 2 'em' pose* well.
this is a DUAL ENDING fic.
a/n: no excuses, no reasons, no explanation. this dawned on me in the morning and was finished by the evening. i had the idea of doing two endings on a whim (bc there was originally only going 2 be a good ending), so enjoy the angsty ending and the much nicer, satisfying one.
ok goodnight. im tired. i 4got 2 post this when i finished it and i jus woke up from a surprise nap i didnt even know i fell asleep
summary: haku falls. it's harder than he wanted.
cw: angst for the bad ending, some implied sexual encounters in the good ending. reader is described 2 have princess-like qualities. minors dni. oh yea and not proofread my bad. if there's typos ill fix it when i wake up again.
The first time Haku had called you "princess", it was meant to ease your nerves.
He'd never meant it in a genuine way back then—it really was just to put a smile on your face and make you feel special.
He felt responsible for you upon meeting you more than he'd felt anything else. He'd been the one to save you from a rather unpleasant fate via Taiga. He'd been the one who discovered mesmer matches were ineffective on you. He'd been the one who formally introduced you to the world of anomalies, of ghouls, of demons, of vampires, of werewolves—of all sorts of things previously set in your mind as myth or legend. He's the one who took your hand and led you across a pocket of space to the Darkwick train, watching your eyes reflect the stars as your expression morphed from hesitance and fear to wonder and astonishment, gripping his hand tighter once your feet left the ground. That was all him.
He wasn't unaware of how his presence had continued to put you at ease. He'd tried not to consider it a burden, but still, the responsibility weighed on him—so he made a point to appear when he could, if only to help you relax.
It wasn't just responsibility, though. Maybe some empathy was there, too. He had also once felt completely alienated in an environment with little hope of escape. He figured the chore of ensuring you stayed somewhere within the realms of mellow was his to carry. And he'd do that, of course. It was a job Darkwick had unknowingly assigned to him, but not one he wouldn't take. In his eyes, this may be one worth his time, even if it did feel tiring all the same.
Calling you that was just something that had come along with it. He'd seen the trope in movies and books, calling a girl "princess" when she's overly stuck up, reluctant to get her hands dirty, or displaying an unusual strength. It was fair to say the third one applied the most, but the more he knew you, the more the nickname seemed fitting. That was really the only reason why he didn't drop it at the time.
After a while, the responsibility and empathy morphed into something resembling fondness. He found himself becoming bolder as he grew closer to you, and you grew further away, openly flirting and calling you "princess" in a more flirtatious way. He found some relief when you were able to find comfort in ghouls that weren't him, and felt freer to express himself and treat you like a friend instead of some delicate girl that he was responsible for. Of course, he didn't mean the flirting then. It was more harmless, flirtatious lines meant to pry you open, get you to relax, or distract you from anything weighing on your mind. He was there as a friend, not much more. He didn't want to infringe on your life much further, partially because he didn't feel welcomed, and also because he just didn't feel like it. The discomfort of feeling like you were a burden had yet to fully fade, and he felt it would be unfair to you to get too close while feeling like that.
But keeping you at an arm's length, with some occasional flirting, and calling you a princess when you crossed paths? Perfect. It painted him as a reliable presence, but not someone with whom you could be too open—the perfect happy medium.
And then, the feeling resembling fondness turned into actual fondness, and Haku began to find himself at a loss.
You weren't always this funny, or this talkative, or this comforting a presence, but he wasn't complaining, and that set off alarm bells in his mind. You were opening up to him—which he can't say wasn't his original goal—but he didn't intend to reciprocate it so strongly. The nickname "princess" began to hold some truth and respect in it. It wasn't any less flirtatious, but now it carried a distinct undercurrent of something akin to trust, and a desire to strengthen the bond already present. He's not sure how he got here, and his lack of desire to put a stop to it should be terrifying, but he can't bring himself to put any urgency towards terminating or loosening your bonds. It's not like letting his walls down and making another genuine friend on campus would kill him, so he lets it go.
Of course, the flirting only gets bolder, but that's to be expected. He still doesn't mean it, but he does find himself watching your reactions more closely and choosing his words more carefully. He likes it best when the words actually fluster you instead of simply making you laugh.
The fondness grows, and with it, so does the feeling of doom Haku can't shake off. As much as he reassured you, and comforted you, and proclaimed that he would help in any way he could, he'd never actually promised that the curse would be cured. Rather, he'd ask how progress was, or say there's always next time, or say he hopes that success is on the way. He can't be sure if he should be grateful he never promised. Time is running out. He curses himself for allowing this to go as far as it has, because he can't back out. He's become irrevocably fond of someone due to die. The bonds he should've cut are simply too strong and too dear to sever. He should've maintained the distance to prevent himself from further heartache, but he can't pinpoint when he'd reached the point of no return and when the fondness was just something he felt in passing. It's to the point where he feels it all the time, even when you're not near.
The nickname "princess" becomes shaky. He's suddenly hyper aware of the thin film that separates the two of you, and how it becomes dangerously fragile with every word he exchanges with you. He wants to stop it there. To prevent it from getting any worse or going any further. He's thankful every time a mission doesn't require his presence or expertise, and breathes a sigh of relief every time you happen to pass by and not see him. The relief is temporary. The ache never fades.
And then, when worse comes to worst, his heart rate began to dramatically increase anytime he saw you.
"Princess" becomes stiff, a title rather than a nickname. In your sight, he says it robotically. It doesn't slip off his tongue the same way, and when your eyebrows crook in confusion, he is painfully aware of how he is no longer like himself. Yet, when you are out of earshot, and he can just barely smell the airy, light scent of flowers on the wind, his lips are compelled to whisper it in a way heavy-laden with reverence, adulation, devotion. Despite the weight it carries, the whisper is swept away without a second thought, like it doesn't exist, and Haku finds he prefers it this way.
The longer he stares, the more you fit the role. You walk with your head held high, your posture perfect poise, your eyes holding a gentle confidence. When had you become so brave, and why had it taken him so long to notice? Had he fooled himself into thinking you needed his company when you seemed to mesh just fine with the other ghouls, no longer displaying insecurity in the form of tight shoulders, wavering smiles, or furrowed brows? He had, clearly, if you could carry yourself so much like a princess now. It leaves him in awe, watching as you pass by, golden light haloing your figure, a sight holier than any shrine he had ever seen.
At a point, it didn't matter anymore. You were a princess to him. The nickname didn't even begin to cover the lengths he would go to for you, but he had to reel himself in. Regardless, you were something worth devotion, and he was willing to offer that.
Good Ending:
And offer it, he does.
He presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, whispering your nickname like a prayer the minute his lips pull away. "Princess…" This time, instead of being swept away, it lingers—there is no wind to hide behind here. Here, it stays, evidence of his worship of you. He knows you hear him, but he knows you won't respond yet, either, so he continues.
He pushes himself a little higher, his hands sprawled on the floor beneath him for support. He remains on his knees, keeping his head low in obedience. He plants another kiss just above your ankle, dragging his lips against your skin as he continues his journey up your legs. He plants another, and another, and another, slowing down when he reaches your knee, opting to kiss the side of your knee instead and slotting himself between your legs. He lifts himself from the floor on one knee, gently holding your thigh and pressing a single kiss to your inner thigh.
It's only then that he dares to look up, checking for permission to continue. He's met with an expectant look, and it's enough to make his heart stop. The sunlight streaming through the windows of the chapel illuminated your figure in all the right ways—dripping down your cheeks, pouring over your neck, collarbones, and shoulders, revealing all the hickeys he'd left just moments before, and streaming down your partially revealed midsection to your wrinkled skirt over your smooth, supple thigh, against Haku's cheek. He thinks he could stay here—live here, die here—so long as he got to behold your visage for eternity. But it's rude to keep royalty waiting, and he could only ignore the saliva gathering in his mouth from your sweet scent for so long.
He tries to move slowly, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh, his fingers tracing the path he'll follow, stopping just short of your skirt. He feels you shift with anticipation, and, unable to resist much more himself, leaves an open-mouth kiss next, drawing closer.
"Haku," you interrupt him, calling his name like you would call your most devoted knight or desperate thrall. He stops, looking up at you again. He carefully tucks his tongue back into his mouth and slows his breathing, trying not to reveal his impatience, though he's sure it's written all over his face. He watches as you glance away before returning your gaze to his, betraying nervousness. And there, for a moment, he sees the girl he first brought here, trusting, open, attached. "Am I really a princess to you?"
He gazes at you, swallowing thickly, feeling more of his saliva gather. He doesn't answer immediately, staring up at you in a somewhat dazed expression. He was prepared to worship you with lips and tongue, and you were doubting yourself.
He knows words won't work here. He doesn't answer immediately, looking down and drawing closer, pressing more open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, before he sighs, heavy with reassurance, "Yes," his breath rustling the edges of your skirt. He dives closer, his nose lifting the edge of your skirt, his lips parting hungrily. "Let me show you," he exhales, his warm breath puffing against your core, "…princess."
Bad Ending:
And his devotion is eternal.
That's why he visits your cell in Ultio every day.
Originally, Darkwick had tried to stop him from doing it, but after realizing he was only going to continue finding ways around their restrictions, he was eventually allowed to do as he pleased.
So here he sits, before your cell, recounting the latest events at Darkwick to you. He wasn't allowed to see you, and you weren't allowed to look outside your cell for the safety of visitors and regular monitoring. It was lined with opaque sheets, a small hole far enough below eye level to pass medications, potential antidotes, and other various treatments through. Sometimes you were capable of holding a conversation, and he'd find glimpses of the princess he loved in your raspy laughter or flustered reactions to his flirting. Other times, you were a shell of who you were before, the same four walls beginning to blend into each other, and the small hole as your only link to the outside world feeling far too small.
Today, you seemed okay, but Haku could tell you were preoccupied. "Hey, princess," he murmurs lowly, knowing you're leaning against the opaque sheets, listening intently for his voice. It always feels superficial to ask, 'Are you alright?' knowing the answer would always be 'No.' So, he doesn't ask that anymore. Instead, he asks, "…any progress?"
"No," you answer immediately, your voice scratchy, muffled by a choked sob. Haku had known better than to ask, and the regret coils and tightens in a knot in his chest. There never was any. Haku didn't know if he had any hope left, or if he'd simply been functioning hopelessly, going through the motions and hoping this would suffice for a new normal. He wondered if you had any hope left, sitting surrounded by those walls, the only things keeping you sane your daily chats with Haku and occasional visits from other ghouls. He wondered if that was enough.
"Hey, Haku?" You call, raspy and tired.
"Yes?" Haku answers, perhaps a little too quickly, ready to do anything you ask. Anything.
You slide your hand under the small hole, and Haku gazes at it, unfazed. He's seen it before. Your skin looked more and more dull by the day; the vines and tiny flowers growing from beneath your skin gathered in small groups across your knuckles and fingertips. He bends down, studying your hand, before you speak up again.
"Am I really a princess to you?"
Haku pauses, feeling a pit form in his stomach. He bends down, repositioning himself on his knees, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. There was no other way to reassure you, no way to hold you or comfort you. He had to settle for this, a bleak new normal, and pray for a day when this could all be reversed. "Yes," he whispers, the heavy silence of Ultio nearly swallowing the whispered word. From the way you sigh, he knows your heart has grasped onto his words for hope.
Not all hope was lost yet.
recently went 2 my first ever fetish party with a friend. had a great time, actually. fetish people are really nice. if anyone's interested ill retell my experience getting my ass bruised in front of an audience.
in other news. i have direct firsthand experience with a man kneeling b4 u and kissing up ur leg like in haku's good ending and let me assure u it is TRULY cathartic.
anyways. im done rambling. y'all know what i like. including the taglist bc im selfish and i want u guys 2 actually see this lol <3
relevant sources to help wa + swana people:
arab.org (six daily clicks + more if you go on incognito or switch profiles!)
helpourpeople.carrd.co (for more resources)
freerice.com (donate rice with simple grammar questions!)
beitelbaraka (grassroots org that provides displaced lebanese people with basic necessities)
songs i listened 2 while writing this:
good days - sza(specifically the outro lol) (you make me feel like im always in my mind, always in my mind, mind...)
They made me think of some of the ghouls so here are some ✨️other headcanons no one asked for✨️
Towa!!! A bit of Haku vibes too because of how mysterious it is......
😭😭😭 that's Haru for me and how he's friendly, chatty AND his cheeks turn pink when he drinks too ☝️
This is MC, Luca and Kaito I won't accept anything else
This is Romeo, especially because I kinda hc that he has a lot of self-esteem problems he hides behind that arrogant façade ngl. Maybe he can became ✨️a more self-loving and self-respecting version of himself✨️ someday
ZENJI BC HE APPEARS BY MC'S BEDSIDE AT NIGHT AND HE'S ALWAYS CARRUINF SABURO COME ON DO YOH SEE THE VISION. Also you could say what is a poem if not a dream in words huh??? HUH??? #deep
Lyca and I dont need to elaborate
Shion bc he sounds a bit yandere. Like wdym you can from space to meet ME? How do u know me. Why do u want a hug and why are u an unknown being pls let me go
JO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is everything she wants to be!!!!!
Leo and Sho!!! You can't tell me they aren't into Harajuku fashion and they come as a set after all lmao
Mio!!! Maybe he isn't DECORATING but he is for sure tinkering with a lot of stuff and being a source of energy for everyone (literally and figuratively)
WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNNNNNN WHAT DO YOU MEAN. am I crazy or is he implying that he's sad that MC doesn't believe him when he says he's falling in love w her because it's the trut- *gets shot*
I was actually planning to draw something for yume content with Benkei, but then I suddenly wanted to see him in Darkwick uniform… so it kinda turned into this instead.
And since I ship Benkei with Nicolas, I ended up drawing Nicolas too hehe.
Also… this is my first time drawing Hyde and Dante, I was kinda interested in trying to draw them… For their Houses, I wasn’t really sure where they’d fit, so I just assigned them based on the Houses they’re advisors for.
