#Prince Kyle Garrick

[141wh0re]

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Tw: 18+ MDNI | un-aliving | weapons| violence| blood| angst if you squint.

Word Count: 2059

A/N: After weeks of trying not to think about this and get through my last semester, we are finally here! I can't wait to rot your brains with this AU. I can't wait to see what you all think of this - Skelly xx

12th Century A.D. - in the desert of Al Mazafin, along the Red Sea.

Prince Kyle Garrick kneels before the sacred fountain, performing his mid-day prayer.

A singular speck of dried blood stains the low ledge of the fountain's pool, taunting the prince for his loss. The same fountain his father - King Jeremiah Garrick- was murdered near. He was found lying face-down in the small pool of the sacred waters, his own blood tainting it. Murdered when he least expected it; praying for his family and the safety of their kingdom's people. Wishing them to be blessed and protected.

The inky, black and red, aged speck stares back at him as he glares at it, allowing it to invade his thoughts, tainting his own mind with the darker thoughts. Wanting revenge for his beloved father. To damn the person who bestowed such responsibility upon him so soon, by taking his father's life.

Kyle wasn't ready to be king. All he knew was war. As his father's second right hand, it was Kyle's duty to bring honor to their family name, fighting in his father's army, invading kingdoms who threaten to bring harm to their beloved city of Al-Mazafin. He was curated into a man used to bloodshed and battle.

He'd learned much of what his father had passed onto him, yet he felt as if he wasn't prepared enough. He knew the day would come. He knew he'd be crowned the successor of his father's throne. But it wasn't supposed to be this soon.

He glared at the fountain, losing focus on his mid-day prayer, due to the incessant pestering from that singular speck of his father's blood. A single drop of blood that caused such a ripple within his mind, disturbing the calmness of his thoughts. It opened him up to the grief and anger that took residence in his heart and in his bones, taunting his darker parts, begging for them to be unleashed. To feel the weight of a dagger sliding into another man's chest, or the sharp pinch of the bow string snapping between his fingertips as he propels an arrow into his enemy, atop the back of his horse.

But what he couldn't fathom was the silken dagger pouch that seemed to hum and buzz with endless energy. Or the faint glow of purple it emitted when sand entered the pouch. And the strange haze it seemed to pull his enemies into when he threw the sand in their eyes, blinding them momentarily in a fit of desperation, to bid him time to maneuver a counter-attack.

It was left for him, by his father, attached with a singular note scrawled in his father's writing. One sentence. "Use it well, and you shall always know the truth."

His mother's voice sounds from behind him, disrupting the chaos of his mind.

"Kyle? Alright, love?" she asked tenderly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He rises from his position of kneeling, his warm, chocolate eyes flickering towards her warm gaze.

"Fine, mother." he replied in a strained voice, fighting the guilt threatening to consume him for lying to his mother.

It wouldn't be the first time.

"He would be proud of you... of how you're handling everything since his passing." Queen Cyra offered in a gentle tone.

Her kinky, black curls rested along her back, stopping just below her slender shoulder blades. The same curls her son inherited - though Kyle never allowed his to grow out. White Persian silk flowed from her slender frame, delicate patterns with purple and gold embroidery adorned the capped sleeves of her gown, and a large, golden sun pendant lay flush to her smooth, brown skin.

Queen Cyra was the epitome of elegance and poised sophistication, ever the diplomatic woman, she commanded respect in the same manner, her late husband, King Jeremiah did.

"Yeah.. I'm sure." Kyle replied, not entirely believing his mother's words.

Cyra's eyes softened on her son, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Why don't you get out of the palace for a bit? Wander the streets of the city and enjoy some fresh air," his mother suggested, sensing the weariness of her son's mind.

"It'll do you some good to wander a bit. Ease your mind." she added in her caring tone.

Kyle pondered her idea thoughtfully. It wasn't a bad idea at all. He'd been cooped up within the palace for the last few days, ever since returning from a particularly horrendous journey to another kingdom, in search of a another noble to wed.

"Yeah. I think I will." Kyle finally agreed, flashing his mother a quick smile that hadn't quite reached his eyes.

She smiled in return before pressing a warm kiss on his smooth brown cheek.

"Take Gaz with you." his mother advised, referring to his 2 year old guard dog, a South African Boerboel - a gift from an ally in the southern region of the continent.

He whistled at the large, sandy, short-haired mastiff who was standing dutifully at the pointed cinquefoil archway, keeping watch. Gaz snapped his attention from the archway and padded towards Kyle. "You heard the queen." Kyle spoke to the dog with a humorous lilt in his tone and a sly smirk adorning his full lips.

"I'll see you at dinner, mother." Kyle said as he pecked his mother's soft cheek, earning a warm smile.

Live music floated about the town square where the townspeople hustled and bustled around the streets and the bazaar, in a dance of selling and buying goods.

The delicious smells of freshly made foods wafted throughout the marketplace: Malfuf Mahshi, rice and noodles, Bamia, Koshari, and Molokhia.

Kyle adjusted his white keffiyeh, ensuring his face was protected from the sun, sand, and the townspeople, simply so he could observe and blend in as a commoner to avoid being disrupted. Including ditching his palace robes for a lightweight, beige tunic and salwar pants to combat the dry, desert heat.

Gaz strolled beside Kyle, keeping on high alert while protecting his human. Though his nose would briefly drift when passing carts of various cuts of meat, yet he followed the prince with unwavering focus.

Kyle leaned against the corner of a clay-plastered wall of an alleyway, studying his city's people, and watched as they milled about. Children of all ages darted throughout the bazaar, gawking over jewels, silks, and weaponry. The prince's heart swelled with pride upon seeing the people happy and healthy. Trade was booming, and there were very few people that seemed to be struggling to make a day's wage.

He lowered his keffiyeh from his jaw to allow himself the pleasure of divulging in freshly baked, Egyptian flat-bread - aish baladi. Gaz sat at the prince's feet, in the shade, keeping a keen eye on the various people passing by.

Kyle cast a glance at his loyal companion, a gentle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He broke apart a piece of bread and held it discreetly in front of Gaz's snout, to which the pup happily accepted the offering.

A commotion broke out in the distance, pulling both Kyle and Gaz's attention away from the market, redirecting their attention on a quaint building where thin tendrils of white smoke curled out of the geometric lattice - a shisha cafe.

Kyle adjusted his keffiyeh once more, shielding his face, before casually strolling towards the commotion.

As he approached the red-clay, colored building, he was met with the sight of the cafe owner -an older, pudgy man with tanned skin and white, balding hair- forcibly removing a woman from his place of business.

The owner's large palm wrapped firmly around the woman's bicep before harshly shoving her into the dirt of the street where she landed with a thud on her side.

"Your kind isn't welcome here! And if I catch you in here thieving from my clients again, it's to the palace where you'll have your hand removed!" the owner shouted angrily as he chucked her bag at her feet.

A woman thieving in the city? Curious.

Kyle waited until the owner ducked back inside his cafe before nearing the scorned young woman.

She begrudgingly pushed herself up to rest on her hip as she snagged her bag from the dirt and dusted it off.

Kyle extended his hand towards the supposed thief, wanting to help her to her feet.

From behind her jeweled veil, the woman glared up at him with fierce, green eyes, reluctantly taking Kyle's hand.

"Thanks," she grumbled in a hint of annoyance, though he could feel it wasn't directed at him.

"A thief, huh?" Kyle inquired with a cocked brow. He watched as she dusted her salwars, trying to rid them of the sand from the street.

"No. Not entirely." the woman replied in a melodic voice.

Kyle took a moment to take in her appearance. Black, thick and wavy tendrils cascaded down her back, stopping at the middle of her back. An hour glass figure with a soft tummy on display in her off-the-shoulder bandeau, and ample hips adorned her frame, standing a head shorter than the prince.

He tried to get a better glimpse of her features under the red, organza material of her veil, supple lips, and a slender nose are all he could make out. But he had to admit he was enthralled by her appearance.

What was a beauty like her doing thieving? Don't you know how dangerous that is, dove?

"So what was that all about then?" Kyle asked with piqued interest, observing the attractive woman before him.

"Nothing to concern yourself with." she quipped with a sharp finality in her tone. "I must be off to work, seeing as my other plan didn't work." she muttered lowly, letting out an exasperated sigh as she turned on the heel of her worn moccasins.

Kyle couldn't help but admire her no-bullshit personality. This was one of the thrills he received when roaming the town in disguise. He was treated as another dweller, and not some righteous soon-to-be king.

"Ah, so getting kicked out of the cafe wasn't the intended plan?" Kyle remarked with a humorous lilt in his deep, velvety timbre.

The woman stopped in her tracks with tensed shoulders, her fists clenched at her sides in irritation.

Ohh. We're a bit spirited, aren't we, dove?

She whipped her head around to face the disguised prince, "Why're you so nosy? What do you want, anyway?" Her eyes drifted away from him when she caught sight of a well-dressed, middle-aged-man passing them by on the street, three gold bracelets donning each wrist.

"If you'll excuse me." She dismissed herself before gracefully weaving through the crowd, like a black widow about to trap a fly in her webs.

Kyle was left reeling from the interaction. The mistress had already left such an impression on him from such a quick interaction. But his curiosity didn't stop him from trailing her.

He set off after her, bobbing and weaving through the crowded marketplace until he caught sight of her red veil once more, disappearing down a lesser-crowded alleyway.

Kyle hid behind a crate at the end of the alleyway, peering around it to watch as the woman leaned herself against the wall and ran her hand over the man's chest in a seductive lure. The man is so focused on her eyes and her words, he doesn't even notice her collecting the expensive-looking gold bracelets from his wrists. As if in a trance, the man careens his head towards her neck, speaking in a hushed voice as she nabs his bracelets, one by one. She keeps up her allure by running her freehand in his hair, pressing her supple body closer to him.

"What on earth are you doing, dove?" Kyle mumbled to himself. He kept his eyes trained on the young woman, unable to tear his gaze away.

His eyes darted towards the purple glint of the jewels on her veil, nearly the same purple the dagger pouch made when in contact with sand.

But weren't they red before?

"Seems you have many secrets, little dove." Kyle quietly mused with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lip under the lightweight material of his keffiyeh. "Who are you?" he wondered quietly to himself.

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[dailydccomics]

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[reds-skull]

Had the passing thought "what if Gaz had long hair" a few days ago and I just had to draw it

(Actually obsessed with 'hawked Gaz...)

[deargaz]

mini poly!141 x reader at the end.

you were set to marry kyle — the prince and to-be-king from the neighboring kingdom. it was a usual pact to strengthen the relations between the kingdom you belonged to and his, and you couldn’t help but resent both your father and your future husband. more so your father, so desperate and pleading in front of a man ‘superior’ than him. you just loathed such relations, but again, anything for a better future in your old kingdom, right?

kyle’s surprisingly calm, gentle even. you are glad that he doesn’t force you into anything on the night of your wedding. he could read the anxiety etched on your face as if you were some open book, and being vulnerable around him did nothing but heighten your nerves.

you stick mostly to yourself, spending time in the palace’s library or the gardens. he’s perfectly content from watching you from afar, though that is obviously naught but a lie. all he does is dream of holding you in his arms and kissing all of your worries away.

unbeknownst to you, it’s not only your husband who’s got his eyes on you. his most trusted knights share similar feelings – the one with the mohawk is first to indulge – attempting to impress you with flowers he’d pick from the garden alongside poorly crafted attempts at flirting. kyle loves spending his time conversing with his trusted knights, his close friends really, about you.

it was only a matter of time he’d start losing his patience and drag you into his bedroom, maybe even invite one or two in occasionally once you were comfortable. his knights deserve the best too, after all.

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[whinesandwhimpers]

meeting prince!gaz at a ball, beautiful brown eyes and that charming smile immediately pull you in, and next thing you know you two have snuck off to his chambers and he's balls deep inside you <3

[duncans-idahoe]

Knight! Ghost this, King! König that (hehe king-king, can we please give that man a fanon name??)

WHAT ABOUT PRINCE! GAZ???

On GOD if this man doesn’t get more recognition….

But I’m telling y’all I’ve been thinking about it all day like Gaz being the prince of a kingdom and he’s well loved by all his people

Like Knight! Price is highly regarded by the king, possibly captain of the guard, and started Prince! Gaz’s weapon/knight(?) training

And knight! Price DID NOT take it is easy on Gaz just because he was the prince. If anything Price pushed him harder than any of the other boys in training because as Price says, “An army is only as strong as it’s leader”

Gaz built a strong relationship with the knights and soldiers around the castle by spending so much time training with them, they all have a lot of respect for their Prince and would be honored to follow him into battle

Prince! Gaz loves tournaments, his favorite event??? JOUSTING

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I mean A LOT (a couple months ago I was thinking about a knight!Ghost X Princess! Reader au and even then all I could think about was what a god Gaz would be at the joust)

Gaz loves the thrill of a roaring crowd, his stallion excitedly prancing under him, his opponent clear in his sights, and the satisfying break of his lance against hard steel

I don’t think Gaz has ever been unsat in an official tourney

Also? hello?? GAZ THE GALLANT???

I’m throwing up thinking about about being the lucky lady that Prince! Gaz gives his rose to before his run in the list 😭

[octopiys]

I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES THIS SEMESTER!!! WORKED MY ASS OFF!!! DONT NEED TO BE STRESSED FOR A WHILE!!!! I KEEP MY SCHOLARSHIP!!!! VERY HAPPY!!!!! NOW I CAN GO WRITE AND DRAW!!! MERMAY!!!

MY IDEAS ARE BACK IM SO EXCITED

[kitkatscabinet]

Got Prince Kyle x Pirate reader brainrot, courtesy of the discord server (especially @bunnyreaper @perfinn).

Kyle being the only son of the king, lives a spoiled and resplendent lifestyle but feels stifled due to his parent's overprotective nature. Grew up on stories of adventurous explorers, daring escapades and best of all pirates.

Pirates his father grumbles with malice, frothing with rage every time a small portion of his wealth gets plundered. Still, Kyle can't help the way his heart yearns for the adventure, to experience life outside the stifling walls of the castle.

It takes months of planning, listening to gossip on the docks and bribing his way through people until he manages to sneak out of the city. He somehow makes it to Nassau without being discovered, but the moment he stows away on your ship you sniff him out.

Naturally, you recognise him straight away, you've made a habit of memorising individuals who could prove to be prosperous. A prince is certainly one of these people, you could ransom him for a literal fortune, and retire in peace should you choose to.

But there's something in the defiant spark in his eyes, the way he doesn't cower in fear even when the tip of your sword nicks the skin of his neck. He's easy enough on the eyes too and so desperate to prove himself to you.

So you keep him around, keep his secret, show him all kinds of adventures and introduce him to the debauchery of pirate life.

Unfortunately, the fantasy can't last and someone recognises Gaz, the king and queen are distraught, willing to pay thousands in gold to have their 'stolen' son returned.

But Kyle doesn't want to go home so you don't turn him in, you let him live the life of freedom he's so desired by your side. He stays right up until you can't hold off the barrage of people hunting you down any longer.

Kyle gets dragged from your ship screaming and begging for them to spare your life, watching as you kneel bloodied and bruised and on the verge of being executed because of him.

[fushigurokay]

thinking a lot about task force 141 eating/seeing your hairy pussy for the first time (because for some reason that was your insecurity) and it just drives them wild to the point of fucking you brainless

please someone write about this

[makethatelevenrings]

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[141wh0re]

Mirage Masterlist- (Prince!Gaz AU)

Warnings: This story will contain graphic violence, graphic sexual content, swearing, as well as historical inaccuracies.

AN: This story is heavily inspired by the live action remake of Aladdin. Though, my characters have more Egyptian roots (it's what works for the sake of the plot.), even though Canonically, Gaz is said to have Ghanaian descent. This fic is purely self-indulgent, but I hope you all enjoy it. - Skelly <3

Summary: After King Garrick's mysterious murder, Kyle is given no choice but to leave behind his life of war and bloodshed to take on his responsibilities as the king's successor.

With the guidance of his mother and their family's trusted advisor, Kyle might just make a great king yet. Though, he must wed in order to take the throne. And if he must be wed, he wants to be wedded for love, just as his father and mother were.

But after traveling to countless palaces, searching for a noble princess to form a military alliance with through their marriage, Kyle has grown exhausted with his efforts.

Yet a certain street rat manages to dance her way into his heart and his mind. He can see things clearly when she's around, yet she's not a noble. He could never marry her.

Kyle will be forced to make a decision between marrying a noble, having a strong military, and a loveless marriage, only living his life filled with deception. Or he'll lose his status, marry for love, and see all truths that dare to be hidden from him.

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Part I: The Prince, The Street Rat, And The Worm

I. The Prince II.The Street Rat III. And The Worm

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Part III:

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Leaving this hier with you guys.

[cthulhusstepmom]

There’s a great many things that Soap enjoys about life in the tower: it’s quiet, he has all the time in the world to dedicate to his own pursuits, his friends visit on occasion, and he has all the fresh fruits and meat he could ever possibly want right at his fingertips. Granted he had those back at the castle and on top of that he didn’t have to cook them himself, but he finds that he quite likes cooking, it’s a great deal like alchemy when all is said and done

“Your highness!” 

He could, however, do without the knights.

“Your Highness, we have come to free you from your prison!”

Johnny swears he can hear a familiar snicker underneath this newest voice in the series. Out of all of them, ranging from earnest to pompous, this one sounds more arrogant than the last few. 

“Piss off!”

it's all still in the works I promise, probably gonna be sending first chapter of the Fae!Soap over to @nudibranchpropaganda to beta read for me in a couple of days so hold on, it's coming!

how's uh how's everyone doing? waiting for that multichapter Fae!Soap I promised? anyone still remember Reptile person!Soap damn that was like three WIPs ago.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Chapter Fics Poll (I came up with like 14 good ones that I really like)

Thicker Than Blood: Jade asks for Poison Ivy’s help to come up with an antidote after Roy comes down with a mysterious illness; she believes a poison is to blame

Slow and Steady: Judy Garrick and Bart Allen have to work together when Jay and Joan go missing

What A Drag!: Jason starts street racing after running away from home; Bruce takes interest in a mysterious street racer appearing at Gotham’s street takeovers

The Outer Ring: Kyle takes up wrestling as a pastime after the death of his girlfriend

Jump!: Exchange student, Garth, stays with Oliver Queen and Roy Harper for his sophomore year in high school. He tries to stay to himself out of fear of rejection, but Roy shows him a side of life he’d never experienced before

Swan Song: Cassie enrolls at an all girl’s art academy while struggling to break free from the shadows of her predecessors who happened to be alumni there

My Better Nature: Grant Emerson starts at a new school and befriends a boy on his track team

[lunarw0rks]

royalty!au…who gives off major prince vibes?

price gaz !! at ur service ;)