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🌟🍋 Forge Me (Momo x M!Reader x Shoto)

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You wiped the beads of sweat from your brow, the heat of the forge a constant reminder of the labor that went into each piece you crafted. The clang of the hammer against the anvil echoed through the small, dimly lit shop, a rhythm as familiar to you as your heartbeat. You were known throughout the kingdom as the best blacksmith, and yet today felt different. There was an anticipation in the air, a charge that even the metal couldn't absorb.

The bell above the door jingled, announcing the arrival of customers. You glanced over your shoulder, expecting the usual townsfolk looking to mend a plow or sharpen a sword. Instead, two figures cloaked in the royal colors of blue and white stepped in, the taller one's armor glinting in the flickering light. They were regulars, but their visits were always a surprise, a break from the monotony of village life.

"Hello, blacksmith," the shorter one greeted with a warm smile. Momo, the prince's personal guard, had a way of making you feel at ease despite her intimidating stature. She surveyed your latest project. "What are you working on today?"

"Just a simple dagger," you replied, not bothering to hide the pride in your voice. It was true that you enjoyed crafting weapons for the common folk, but the intricate pieces you made for the palace had a certain allure. You turned back to your work, hammering away at the glowing metal, each strike a testament to your skill.

The taller figure, the prince himself, stepped forward, his gaze lingering on the fiery dance of the forge. "Your work is always impeccable," he said, his voice a blend of admiration and something else, something harder to pinpoint. Shoto's eyes held a depth that spoke of a world beyond the village walls, a world you could only dream of.

The two of them watched you work in companionable silence, their presence a comforting weight in the room. Momo broke the quiet first, her laughter as bright as the steel you shaped. "You really should take a break more often. Maybe join us for a meal or a spar."

You chuckled, setting the dagger aside to cool. "Perhaps one day," you said, knowing that your place was here, in the forge, surrounded by the tools of your trade. But the offer was tempting. It had been a while since you'd felt the thrill of competition or the warmth of camaraderie outside of these four walls.

The prince stepped closer, his eyes meeting yours with a silent question. You nodded, the unspoken invitation accepted.

Together, the three of you made your way to the tavern, the warm embrace of the evening air a stark contrast to the heat of the forge. The tavern was bustling with the evening crowd, the scent of roasting meats and the sound of lively chatter spilling into the street. You couldn't help but feel a thrill as you walked beside them, your rough blacksmith's attire standing out against their pristine armor and finery.

Momo's hand rested lightly on the pommel of her sword, a reminder of the world they came from, and the one you didn't quite belong to. But in that moment, as you pushed open the tavern door and the noise swelled to greet you, it was easy to forget the lines drawn by class and duty.

The barkeep, a burly man with a hearty laugh, waved you over to your usual table. You felt the eyes of the other patrons on you as you sat down, a mix of curiosity and respect. They knew you were the best, even if they didn't always show it. Shoto ordered a round of ale, his gaze flicking to the door every so often, a hint of tension underlying his relaxed demeanor.

You picked up your mug, the cool metal a balm to your calloused hands. The first sip was heavenly, the bubbles tickling your nose as you let out a contented sigh. The food arrived, a feast that could have fed a small army. You dug in with gusto, the rich flavors a welcome change from the bland stew you'd had for dinner.