#corrin 900

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Romeo and his Knight?||Royal!ww!AU

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The prince was just on his way out, adjusting the cuff of his plain blue tunic when he was stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at one of the castle guards standing next to the commander of the knights.

"What do you want, Frederick? I'm busy." He didn't mean to come off harshly, but having been stuck in the castle for days was no fun.

"His and Her Majesty have asked you finally take a personal guard for yourself, Your Highness. After what hap-"

"It's been twenty years. I've been doing fine on my own."

"They won't allow another exped-"

"Fuck- fine. Fine." He looked up at the blue gray eyed knight once and waved a hand, sighing. "We'll do the official appointment later. I'm leaving."

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RK900-2. Assigned Name: C-O-R-R-I-N

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The android placed a small Raakx doll down on his desk, well stitched with painstaking effort and patience. "You made one of me so...I made this for you."

Raakx looked down and picked it up carefully, his fingers carefully tracing the stitches and tucking hair into place as he looked up at Corrin with a slow growing warm smile. He hugged the doll before placing it down and cupping the RK’s head and the back of his neck, pulling him down for a soft, slow kiss. “Thank you, Niner…that’s very sweet.”

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[For Call Me] Corrin answered the phone with no hesitation, he had spent his evening, the entirety of his night and now his morning working, hunched over his desk, attempting to keep himself awake. "Raakx? Yes, hello, is there something you needed from me?" The exhaustion in his voice shone through.

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Raakx already took note of the sound of his voice, but he was chipper nonetheless. “Corrin! I’m surprised you answered, to be honest. Today’s been really good and I just had to tell someone about it! I mean, the sky’s just been so pretty, and everyone looks so happy today. I even got a really good thirium cocoa!” He beamed. “Corrin, come on, get out of your desk and go outside for a while! It’s a really nice day!” He sat up, giggling. “If you do, I’ll make sure you get the best massage later. And no, you’re not fighting that. You need it.”

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At the feel of Corrin's hand in his back, his tail flicked to the side, the wags slow now as he grew cautious, nervous, his ears slowly flattening to his head.

Raakx's eyes widened when he was made to look into the taller android's eyes, facing him directly. He swallowed and whispered his name softly, mostly to ask what he was doing. He looked into the soft blue irises that stared back, like the calm of a cloud spotted sky. He thought he would dissolve then.

That's when he felt Corrin's lips against his own. It took him by surprise, and he felt selfish to the fact he kissed back, closing his eyes as he tilted his head. Corrin tasted of mild spices, like mint, with a hint of cinnamon. But he was also like a pinch of sugar, and Raakx was almost overwhelmed by it all.

His fingers found Corrin's shirt again, curling gently around the cloth. This was wrong- this was so, so wrong, and he pulled back from the kiss with pure will, not that he'd wanted to. "C-Corrin," he stammered.

Raakx's eyes searched his with wonder, curiosity, question. His face was a dark hue all over, tail wagging in much excitement behind him that he wished it would stop. "I- are you- is this- is this okay? A-are we allowed to- am I even allowed to- you-"

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Raakx shook his head, reaching a hand out from beneath the blanket to grip onto Corrin's shoulder, his hand shaking.

"They-they-they'll kill you, Corrin, I-I can't let them d-do that." Raakx's brows furrowed despite his panic. "J-just let them t-take me ins-instead." Quiet, strained wheezes began to emit from his throat. "M-maybe it's bet-better that they fi-finally pin me up like a trop-trophy."

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"Raakx's ears are sensitive? How...fasinating..."

“N-not all of it!” Raakx defended, throwing his hands up and shaking them. He sighed and pointed up to his ears, explaining. “It’s okay to touch everywhere on my ears except a certain spot by the base near my skull. There’s a bundle of wires there that triggers a response that- well, I’m sure you can guess by now.” He averted his gaze, arms crossing over his chest.

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He liked to think that he didn't cry often, and he'd be right. Instead of crying, Corrin sat, hunched over his desk with a bottle of blue whiskey, staring down at the wood as if it could provide some kind of miraculous answer to his problems. Shadows swirled around him, the only light source illuminating his apartment was small a desk lamp. He hadn't changed since getting home form work, the idea simply did not cross his mind. He only knew that he could have done more. It was his fault.

"Corrin..." Raakx hadn't noticed at first, but when he came into the room his smile fell, and he frowned, approaching slowly. "Corr? Hey...you okay, kitten?"