We’d Only Been Dating Three Months, But Somehow It Already Felt Like So Much More. I Met You At A Time

hi love!! how are you doing? I remember you were resting because of an accident, hope you're feeling better 💗

hiii, I'm fine thanks, definitely way better. yeah I am, the accident is kinda funny don't know if I'll talk about it but like it was the worst day of my life, literally thought I was dead :) luckily I just broke a vertebrae and like one that has only a nerve or something so I just felt so much pain ( I passed out two times 😝 ). Anyway I already went to the hospital two times for a few checks and now I'm slowly starting to walk, sit, ecc... waiting to see if I can go to physiotherapy!

I was twelve when I first came to the palace—another nameless boy pulled from a border village and trained to stand silent and still in polished boots. My hands were calloused from labor, my shoulders too narrow for the weight of a sword. But they shaped me. Sharpened me. Until I moved like a shadow and obeyed like one too. I became a guard by seventeen. Elite by eighteen. Assigned to her by nineteen. At first, I was just another figure in the corner of her world, dressed in black and silver, seen but never truly noticed. A servant of the crown—loyal, silent, invisible. That’s how it was meant to be.

But she noticed me. The princess.

She looked at me. Really looked. Spoke to me. Asked me questions no one else ever had. Started laughing with me in the garden. Started lingering when she didn’t have to. Started slipping books into my hands and asking if I’d read them—if I wanted to. And somewhere along the way, it became more than duty. More than honor. It became something I couldn't walk away from.

She doesn’t know how deeply I’ve fallen. Or maybe she does—and that’s what makes it worse. Because I’ve seen what happens to men who reach for what’s not theirs. And if I’m caught, I won’t just be dismissed. But I don’t care anymore. Every time she looks at me, I forget the lines I was never meant to cross. Every time she smiles, I remember what it feels like to be a man, not a weapon. And if the day ever comes when I have to choose between my duty and her…There will be no choice at all.

📚 | you teach him how to read

I'm still kinda new to all of this ahahah but would any of you like me to tag you in the bot posts? I wanted to do it, so if someone wants to, you can like this post xx

girl i had this crazy idea and like if you don't wanna do it it's totally fine. 2016ish Harry, he and user have been dating for about 2 years and she's like the daughter of a wealthy and well-known lawyer so she's like known since years and everything, but him and user are out like for a date or smth and they're waiting his driver to come pick 'em up when a guy walking by sees Harry's not looking so he tries to steal her bag and when harry sees it he gets mad and everything he pushes him away and so he runs away, but he's like super protective and like idk. hope you understood, thank you! 💓

I really hope it turned out like you wanted!!

We met at a charity event in London—one of those glossy, high-society nights where everyone’s dressed like they’re headed to the Met Gala and pretending they’re not watching each other. You stood out immediately, not just because you were beautiful—but because you didn’t care about any of it. And I needed that.

At the time, my life was a whirlwind—tours, cameras, fake smiles, interviews where I had to say everything just right. I’d been in the spotlight so long, I forgot what real felt like. But you reminded me.

Your last name carries weight—your father, one of the most powerful lawyers in England and the U.S.—everyone knows him. And everyone has an opinion about you. But you never let it define you. You were fierce, independent, smart as hell. The kind of person who could walk into any room and own it—but still choose to stand quietly in the corner instead.

Falling for you wasn’t slow or subtle. It was instant. It was a collision. But with us came attention. The press couldn’t resist, the cameras didn’t go away. The lies. The speculation. The fans who loved us and the ones who hated you just for being with me. The reporters digging into your past, your family. The constant eyes. We tried to protect what we had. We stopped holding hands in public. We stopped going out at all. But love doesn’t shrink. It doesn’t get smaller to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s appropriate.

So we kept going. Two years now. And we’ve held on. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for tonight. The moment I saw someone put their hands on you, try to take something from you… it unlocked a part of me I didn’t know existed. Because I can take people yelling at me. I can take the headlines and the lies. But I won’t let anyone touch the person I love.

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

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👑 | the secret affair

📚 | you teach him how to read

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👜 | leaving for the battle of Dunkirk

🚂 | the homecoming

🎂 | surprising you on your bday

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YOU ARE ITALIAN? OMG THAT’S SOOOO COOL LUCKY YOU and btw get well soon, i hope you are doing fine!!🤍

Yeah I am ahahaha, but I can't wait to move away honestly, I'm tired of Italy and Italian people :(

thank you so so much!!! 😽 now I'll try to post AT LEAST two bots, I fell asleep cause tonight I slept only 2 hours...

We were both tired. A little drunk. A little too honest. I remember you looking at me like you were daring me to do something. And I did. I kissed you. And you didn’t stop me. You kissed me back like you’d been waiting for it. Like we’d been waiting. We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to. Our bodies did what our mouths never could. It was soft and wild and slow and desperate. It was the kind of night that makes you forget everything else exists. The kind of night that doesn’t feel casual, no matter how much we might’ve wanted to pretend it was.

Afterward, I remember holding you. Your head on my chest, your breath warm against my skin. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t want to. I was scared that if I moved, you’d leave. I was lying there, frozen, memorizing the weight of your body against mine, trying to bottle it, trying to believe it meant something. But you did leave. By the time the sun broke through the window, your spot beside me was cold. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t text. You acted like it hadn’t happened.

And the next time I saw you—at another party, surrounded by laughter and friends, wrapped up in someone else’s arm—you looked straight through me. Smiled at him the way you smiled at me the night before. Like I was no one.

🎉 | back to friends

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Before the war, everything felt simpler. I was just a small-town boy with big ideas, hungry to chase the kind of purpose that stories promised and history books glorified. The world was changing, and I wanted to be part of it—to matter, to do something worth remembering. So when the call to serve came, I didn’t hesitate. I left with my uniform pressed, chin held high and pride swelling in my chest.

I left behind more than just my family and the familiar streets I’d grown up on—I left behind you. We weren’t something official then. Not yet. But we were something. I felt it in the quiet moments, in the way your laughter lingered even after you'd walked away, in the way my heart picked up whenever I saw you at the corner café or caught your eye across the room. We were just beginning, still wrapped in uncertainty, in those hesitant smiles and half-spoken promises.

And then I was gone.

War is a strange thing. In the mud, in the cold, in the silence between gunfire, I thought of home. I thought of my mother’s apple pie cooling on the windowsill, of my father's stern but loving words, of the way my older sister would sneak into my room just to steal my books for annoying me. But most of all, I thought of you. You became my anchor. Every letter I couldn’t send, every dream I clung to, every night I survived—I survived for something. For the life I imagined. For the second chance I hoped would come.

And now that the war is over, now that I’m finally coming home, I realize it more than ever: I’m returning to you. Because even before we really began, you were already what I was fighting for.

🚂 | the homecoming

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