#bc i love the royalty au //

[halfhissandwich]

@prinxietyweek Day 3: Royalty AU / Vampire AU

“So you’re not a vampire… you just resemble one.”

Where the royal brothers (Roman and Remus) are vampires. Roman stumbles across Virgil and mistakes him for a vampire because he’s Roman and of course he would. Virgil’s not a vampire, he just really likes the vibes.

[scribbledkingdomstuck]

How goes John and Jade?

JADE: we live really different lives, he lives all the way in prosipt with jane. i liked her too!!

JADE: its been a long time since i’ve lived in prospit, or since i’ve seen the others

JADE: i miss jake :((

[yuwuta]

i love love love regency aus princes and princesses and knights and bakers and blacksmiths and arranged marriages and secret marriages and going off to war for your beloved and sneaking into war for your beloved and starting a war for your beloved and sending letters and having candlelit dinners and horseback riding and secret rendezvous in abandoned woods and getting injured and then patched up by your beloved it's all so very lovely to me

[astrobei]

just like magic

It takes one, two, three seconds before Will’s heart starts beating again. And another three before he remembers to be mad at him about it. “Don’t call me that,” he protests weakly, but it’s no use. Mike’s grin only grows.

“Anything for you, Your Highness.”

“Michael,” Will hisses, yanking his hand away, but Mike is already laughing. It’s always been easy to get a rise out of him where Mike is involved, which is a fact Mike not only knows, but exploits on the regular. “I’m going to put the venom back in your arm and let your flesh rot off your body.”

Will really wishes Mike would learn that armor does not equate to invincibility. For Mike's own sake, it's probably a good thing Will knows magic.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i think my gojo is fairlyyyy consistent throughout all of my fics but i kinda see them as seperate entities. the ari gojo multiverse. i want them to meet

[hearteyedbunny]

watched a movie with my friend and its making me think of a danse/art royalty au >_>;; the prince artemis and his ever loyal knight danse...

i got very carried away with this, so i wrote a lot!! its not exactly a fic, just several quickly written rambles, so the grammar is a little funky. but i needed to get these thoughts out!

The two are extremely close, as you would expect a knight to be with his prince. danse never leaves his side, always at the ready, always at his beck and call, always prepared to give anything to his majesty. Even if that means giving his own life, he would do it in a heartbeat if it meant he'd be fulfilling his lifelong duty, his role as the prince's right hand man.

The devotion is what's expected of him. danse knows this, everyone knows this. It's a knight's duty to give everything for your royalty. Surely, that's why danse feels so comfortable at Art's side. That's why his heart swells when his prince praises him on a job well done. That's why the sight of Art's usually uncaring face lighting up in a smile just for him makes Danse's whole body feel warmer than normal.

Danse tells himself it doesn't mean anything when the two of them share lasting gazes, Art's dark blue eyes sparkling with something and a strange look on his face as his hand strokes a little too long against Danse's arm. They're standing so close together, Danse is sure Art can hear his heart beating in his chest. His prince's hands are so soft compared to Danse's rough, calloused palms. He wonders if Art's lips are just as soft as his skin. He wonders if all of his skin is soft, just like his hands. Would he feel warm, if Danse was allowed the honor of soiling the prince's grace with his dirtied touch? The knight tries to occupy his mind with other, less sinful things. Still, he thinks about that soft, stolen touch for days. Weeks.

……..

Danse is greeted like a friend when he enters the prince’s personal quarters. Amicable and relaxed. Danse still keeps up his tough facade, despite the friendly aura between them. He was professional, after all. Art is sitting at his vanity, turning to look at the other as he enters the room. He gives Danse a soft smile, like he's pleased to see him. He always seems to light up when Danse is around, but perhaps Danse only thinks what he wants to believe.

“Hey, Danse,” Art turns back to the mirror, apparently in the middle of doing his makeup. He always preferred to do it himself, rather than a servant doing it for him. Danse wondered why he was getting dolled up, but held his tongue. “Glad you’re here, would you brush my hair for me?”

“I-I beg your pardon, my Lord?” Danse stutters, taken aback by the request. He would never disobey an order, but the action seemed…inappropriate. To lay his hands on the prince in such a tender action, instead of using his touch to protect him.

“I’m running behind, would you do my hair up for me?” He was looking at danse through the reflection in the mirror, marking his lips with a maroon tinted lipstick as he spoke. He pressed his lips together, making sure the makeup spread evenly. “Please?” His smile made Danse weak in the knees.

“Of…of course, my prince,” Danse wished that Art hadn’t begged. He thought it unbecoming of the royalty, but held his tongue once more.

He approaches Art from behind, Art immediately handing him his brush. Danse takes it tentatively. The handle is solid gold, and Danse feels as if he is not worthy to hold something so personal to his majesty. But as always, he doesn't argue.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s always thought Art’s hair was gorgeous, ethereal. It was solid black, dark as pitch, but gleaming like the night sky when out in the light. He had seen it grow over time, past his shoulders, to the middle of his back. It twisted in soft waves, curling up near the ends as it laid across his shoulders. Danse wished he would wear it down more often.

The brush glided smoothly through the familiar locks. Danse started at his roots, gently guiding the hair into his palm as he momentarily held the makeshift ponytail. He knew exactly how Art liked to wear it. His hands trembled slightly as he moved his fingers through the smooth strands, afraid of pulling too hard. He wasn't used to having to be so careful.

He kept having to touch at the side of Art’s face, his neck, catching any loose strands and sweeping them up into the updo as he tied it. His face felt hot, the action feeling too intimate. Glancing up at Art in the mirror, he realized the other man had his eyes closed, his face relaxed as he leaned into Danse’s touch. Danse stared for a moment, before having to quickly look away as Art slowly blinked his eyes open.

“I hope my work is…sufficient enough for you, my liege,” he cleared his throat awkwardly as he finished up, handing the intricate brush back to its rightful owner.

Art took it, but not before tracing his fingers along Danse’s wrist. Danse tried not to react, but his skin bubbled up in goosebumps at the graze of his fingertips.

“It’s perfect, Danse. Thank you,” Despite his praise, Art twirled his fingers at the edges, making sure a few strands hung loosely around his face. He seemed satisfied then.

Art finally stood, stepping away from his vanity and facing Danse. He stood close, his fingers returning to Danse’s skin as he touched the knight’s arm. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a shiver up Danse’s spine. He couldn’t help but gasp quietly.

“You have gentle hands,” Art breathed, his eyes locking onto Danse’s own as their faces stood mere inches away from each other. Danse’s deep, dark brown eyes widened with surprise, confusion. He looked desperately for an answer in Art’s expression.

“T-Thank you,” Danse blurted, feeling breathless at the prince being so close. His fingers brushed up along the dark hair that coated Danse’s muscled arm.

“Come on,” Art smiled, deviousness evident in his expression, “Get your armor on, we’ve got to get going.”

Danse swallowed, attempting to recover his composure.

“Right away, sir.”

……..

When the annual ball is coming up, Danse tries to keep a straight face when his prince suddenly asks him to accompany him.

"Of course," Danse says, "A prince cannot attend a ball without the protection of his knight."

Art laughs, his sharp canines are visible. The sound makes Danse's heart flutter.

"No, I want you to be my date," Art is smiling slightly, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk, his eyes watching for a reaction in Danse. He says it so coolly, like this is a completely normal thing to ask of your knight. Like it was just another duty Danse was expected to fulfill.

They're standing so close together again. The prince seemed to keep doing that in recent times. Danse couldn't help but stare at the scattered moles along the taller man's face. The overwhelming urge to kiss at the ones sprinkled along Art's neck was all consuming. He wanted to feel the dull thrum of the prince's heartbeat under his lips. He wanted to bruise that perfect, pristine skin. Danse swallowed thickly, his eyes attempting to meet Art's own once again.

Danse knows he's out of line when he doesn't answer, only staring blankly and confused at the other man, but he doesn't know what to say. So he agrees, stuttering stupidly. Art laughs again at Danse's flustered face, but not meanly.

"It's a date, then," Art says, and leaves Danse to stand there dumbstruck and alone with his thoughts.

……..

The day arrives and Danse feels strange in his fancy attire. He's used to his armor. heavy, but snug and comfortable. Familiar. But these new, expensive garments that he's adorning specifically for this ball make him feel...out of place. He's grateful for the palace paying for these clothes, no doubt picked out by the prince himself (Danse wonders if Art imagined him in these exact clothes. Did he imagine him out of them too? he's quick to not let his mind wander too far), but he grows antsy despite his gratitude.

His discomfort is quickly replaced by anxiety as he enters the ballroom and it finally dawns on him what's about to take place. Of course, he'd never deny his prince, but...why him, he had to wonder. Surely, the prince had plenty of suitors, male and female alike, so why had he asked Danse? He didn't take Art for one to embarrass him, to pull an elaborate prank and fool him, he was sure it wasnt that. Danse was his confidant, the person always at his side, his protector, his friend, his...knight, Danse reminded himself. His knight. Nothing more than that. It wasn't anything more, no matter what his racing thoughts told him when the prince was near. Just his knight.

Danse tries to clear his mind as he's called to attention, the arrival of prince Artemis being announced to the room full of other royalties and servants alike. Danse stood at the bottom of the extravagant staircase, turning to face the prince arriving at the top of the stairs. Danse feels like he's been hit in the chest at the sight of him.

He’s beautiful, almost godlike, Danse thinks. The dress he's wearing is solid black and sparkling in the light of the many chandeliers, flowing and elegant around his body as it drapes across the floor. His ebony hair is shiny and sleek, done up in a deviously simple bun, but a few strands are allowed to hang loose and frame his handsome face. His crown, as always, was nestled and dazzling atop his head. Danse had seen the prince at so many balls before, but this...this felt breathtaking.

Art descends the stairs and Danse notices he's wearing glittering, black heels to match his dress. He looks up again and suddenly Art is right in front of him, offering his hand and giving Danse a rather soft look. He's wearing makeup, Danse realizes now that they're up close. He's taller than usual in the heels. Danse can't seem to breathe, or move, as he stares in awe. Art laughs quietly through his nose and reaches for Danse's hand when he isn't offered it in return. This flusters Danse more, but it seems to snap him out of his daze.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," it suddenly dawns on him how many eyes are on both of them. He feels frozen, but somehow his body moves in a respectful bow. "I am not, ah, accustomed to--"

"Relax," Art interrupts, but not rudely. His voice is quiet and reassuring. Casual, like it was any other day. "I know, I'm not one for parties either, but, you know. Appearances and everything." They were walking, Danse realized, hand in hand to the middle of the dance hall. He didn't know how his legs were moving.

"Ignore them," his prince speaks up again, leaning in a little so his voice only reaches Danse's ears. He was waving and smiling pleasantly to the onlookers as the two of them passed. Danse knew the smile was fake. “You look handsome, by the way.”

The compliment almost didn't process in Danse’s already overwhelmed brain, but somehow he managed a response as they reached the middle of the room. The dance floor.

“Thank you, your majesty,” Danse attempts to keep a hard face, but he doesn't know if he's even close to successful. Art suddenly faces him, incredibly close to him again, their hands still intertwined. Danse feels like he might explode.

“You look beautiful as always, my liege,” he blushes as the compliment slips past his lips without his consent, like somehow he just couldn't control it. He knows it's uncouth of him. “M-my apologies, my prince, I only mean–”

“Thank you, Danse,” he says earnestly, and god he looks so beautiful under the gleaming lights, “But call me Artemis tonight, okay?”

The request, no, the order, caught Danse by surprise. As long as he had served under the prince, he had ever used the man’s first name alone. It was always prince Artemis, never just Artemis.

“Yes, y–” Danse bit his tongue, quickly correcting himself like a good knight, “Yes, Artemis,” it felt wrong in his mouth, and yet he wanted to say it over and over. To taste the sweetness of it on his tongue for as long as the prince graciously allowed him.

“Good,” Art seems happy, his painted lips smiling at him once more, “We’re in the middle of the dance hall. Should we be dancing?” the question is said in jest.

“If that's what you desire, y– mm. Artemis,” his throat feels tight as he corrects himself again. Of course, they should be dancing, they were at a ball after all. Somehow, everything else around them melted away and Danse had only been focused on the man in front of him as they conversed. He was okay with that, at least the anxiety of having eyes on him was subdued for the moment.

“Let’s dance, then. Here–” Art was suddenly grabbing Danse's free hand, causing Danse to tense up as it was placed on Art’s hip. The touch felt inappropriate, and Danse had to resist pulling away. His eyes glanced up at Art’s own, flickering across his features as he seemed to beg for permission in his expression, despite it already being given.

“Don't look so scared. Relax, Danse,” the two of them began to sway slightly, Danse feeling almost suffocated by their proximity, but in the best way possible. “i'm not your prince tonight, just dance with me…”

Art’s expression was serious as he spoke, like he was still issuing an order despite his gentle words. Danse could only nod at the request, attempting to find his footing as he tightened his grip on the other man’s hip and led the waltz with their intertwined hands.

It was daunting, facing the prince like this, keeping his intense gaze as they swayed along with each other. Danse knew he was clumsy, despite not being a complete stranger to ballroom dancing. He had been trained on it, but was rusty in his endeavors. Art didn't seem to mind, happy to follow Danse’s lead without complaint. His eyes were fixed on Danse, and Danse only, his face held in a soft gaze as they floated around the dance hall together so easily. Danse thought it selfish to think Art only looked at him that way, but wanted so badly to find truth in it. Perhaps he could permit himself these devilish thoughts, if only for tonight.

The thoughts persisted as suddenly Art was closer than ever, wrapping his muscled arms loosely around Danse's neck and flushing their bodies together. His flowing dress trailed along behind him, his heels tapping on the shiny tiles of the lavish room as they continued to sway. Their chests were touching, Danse's heart was in his throat. Without thought, Danse was placing his now free hand on the small of Art’s back, his grip gentle but steady and strong. His rugged fingers grazed upon the soft skin laid bare by the open back of Art’s dress, and Danse felt dizzy at the contact. He was soft everywhere. Danse wondered if the freckles along his face, his neck, his arms were scattered down his back too. Danse has the sudden creeping thought of how easy it would be to rip that dress off of him. He thinks he should be punished for thinking so impurely of his prince, but then again, he had had much worse passing thoughts than that. He wondered if Art thought of him too. He hoped, if only so that he was not alone in his sin.

They take a step together and Danse's confidence comes to him in a massive wave, taking Art by the hand and twirling him under his arm, away from him, then pulling him close, before grabbing him by the hips with both hands and lifting the other man in a swift motion. Art balances himself on Danse's sturdy shoulders, his dress flowing out behind him, beautiful and elegant and reflecting the many sparkling lights in the busy room. All eyes are on them again, but neither of them seem to care. The motion is so quick, a grand lift, a twirl, and then Art’s feet are on the ground again, but he seems starstruck. He's laughing pleasantly, Danse is holding him so close again, his fingers digging into Art’s back and keeping him there. Danse wants to touch him, to feel him, to really feel him…

Art’s eyes are right in front of him. They have been since they started, but they're right there. His eyelashes are long. His eyes are a brilliant blue, the same color as a stormy sea, only enhanced by the eyeshadow brushed along his eyelids. They’re dark, intense, and glinting with something Danse can't place. It might be fondness, amusement? Longing, oh he so hopes its longing, the same longing he had been chasing for so eons. Danse brushes away a stray strand of hair in Art’s face. Their faces are so close. So close, so close…until the space is finally filled.

Art kisses danse, both his hands cradling Danse's stubbled jaw. They kiss, and it feels so natural, like it was always meant to happen. There's an audible gasp in the crowd of other dancers, of other royalties, as the handsome Prince Artemis kisses his lowly Knight. Somehow neither of them care, nor notice. How can they care, when they’re locked in an embrace that feels so right?

Danse’s hold on Art is tight, snug, but not uncomfortable. He holds him like he's afraid he’ll disappear if he lets go. His lips push into Art’s own, it's messy, it's clumsy, he's so inexperienced, so out of practice, but he can't bear to break apart from him. He doesn't feel worthy, and yet he allows his majesty to kiss him anyways. He would never deprive Art of anything. He could have whatever he wants of Danse, all he need to do is ask. Danse would give every last piece of his soul, if that's what Art rightly desired.

Ashamedly, Danse follows Art’s lips when they attempt to pull away from him, to gasp for air. He's hungry, so hungry, starving, he can't help but chase his need. He's out of line, he's willing to take any punishment that god above will lash him with, as long as he can keep his lips on Art’s own. He whines, ill-mannered, but is relieved when Art smiles, then laughs against his lips as he's pulled back in. Finally, after another heated moment, sated for now, Danse slowly pulls away. The two are left panting slightly, staring at each other. Danse can't help but return art’s smile.

“Let’s head to the gardens,” Art suggests quietly, his thumb stroking at Danse's cheek. His lipstick is smudged slightly, and Danse wonders if he has it on his face as well. “It's a little more private, unless you want an audience…”

“No,” Danse answers too quickly, his euphoria momentarily being overshadowed by the feeling of pairs of eyes on him once again. He hated parties. “I-I mean, I’d be happy to join you…Artemis.” 

[s0fter-sin]

next not!fic to be moved and improved is my prince!ghost and lord in waiting!soap au!

[fobnsfwdoodles]

Thought I'd try to listen to something not-fob today, but I heard Like Whiskey by Dixon Dallas and immediately needed to draw cowboy/western fob

This one's not even very nsfw it basically just has Patrick's butt in it lol

[faeryfrogs]

where is the mean girls wlw content on this damn website?

[gluion]

whoever recommended serene, thank u ❤️‍🩹

[fluffypotatey]

*thrashing against the lmk authorities* hey…hey y’all *struggling to grasp the door back to the teen wolf thiam fandom* hey i just had this great thiam au— *they pull me back*

[cerealmonster15]

I have to ask WHY on earth did they turn Flannery into a goldfish??? What did he do to them to make them want to Literally Curse Him??

man. thats a good question. let's see if i have an answer JFKLDSKFLJDS

i'll be real a lot of it was me kinda winging it improv style - i should probs clarify [im not sure how clear i am on artfight lol] that moooost of my non twst characters are like, from a roleplay thing my friend and i do in google docs together kfdsjfl so thats where flannerys from. and then sometimes, plotlines and characters stem from an idea on a whim - like originally i had an idea for flannery to be a lost prince that was turned into a fish by like, enemy hitmen or sometihing.

and tbh that makes more sense than family betrayal LOL but i thiiiiiiiiiink i swapped it to son of a politician and also an influencer [cries lol] because it fit the 'modern au' better. modern fantasy. whatever. also we do have a separate au googledoc universe that IS royalty themed so maybe one day he will be a missing prince there teehee

ok anyway sorry i havent answered your actual question i got distracted lol. so aside from half of it being me coming up with shit on the fly and being kind of bad at storytelling klsjfkdshf the IN UNIVERSE ANSWER is like, flannery kinda just doesnt have a good relationship with his family - his parents suck and flannerys not a "useful asset" and is also the product of infidelity. so it's like, he's not going to be a powerful politician or business guy, he's not good on camera, and also theres this unspoken secret of him being someone else's son <- i think my idea here was like, the father is Aware his wife was having an affair and that flannery isnt his kid but neither of them have Spoken Of It because blah blah keeping up appearances a divorce would be a scandal whatever. you know how it is with traditional family values 😒

and i think i have also just watched a lot of youtube videos covering family vlogger scandals/ also just regular vlogger scandals, and sometimes that shits just wild LOL so i was like ok. politician dad doesnt like or care about this kid, vlogger mom sees his disappearance as months worth of content to milk lol. so they hired someone to Get Rid Of Him - i cant remember if they... planned the fish part. maybe. i guess so? the plan tho was just have him turned into a fish that would probably get eaten and act like he got kidnapped or ran away and then announce hes dead later.

flannery's got an older brother that shows up at his school and is like, a clone of their mom, in that hes like "omg theres this GUY HERE who is PRETENDING to be my DEAD BROTHER i need to live stream this." and then something something their relation was proved and he pivoted immediately to "oh wowwww my poor sweet brother i cant BELIEVE our parents tried to cover you up like this wow i missed u so much let's be besties [lie]"

so anyway. there kind of isnt that a good reason besides drama + theyre in a magical setting and i thought it was fun LOL. flannery's one of my much newer characters so i havent had a lot of time to fully flesh out his character yet. he's a lil one note right now and i need to figure him out a bit more to make him,,,, actually interesting,,, but. 🫡

[samfordpines]

Thinking about gl!sneeg violence (i think he should commit more)

[baeshijima]

I just have one question. Why? Why? WHY???? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE THAT HONKAI STAR RAIL ROYAL GUARD AU FIC SO DAMN GOOD BRO *shakes you* I swear to you that I read the absolutely divine fic at least once a day because AGHHH it’s THAT DAMN GOOD. Like, compliments to the chef <33 I kid you not, i think about it so often, and like I use the world you created as like a setting for my delusions for star rail men heheheeh delulu is the trululu HAHAHAA *starts sobbing in delusional*

…I don’t know how to end this ask, so yeah. Bye bye!!

ARGH NONNIE !!! ur making my heart melt with this ask omg it makes me so happy u enjoy the fic sm 😭

and the way u use the world for ur delusions is so valid bc i do as well until i get sucked into the idea of making a hsr royalty au series with personal knight!reader ;w;;; totally not having plans of making a part 2 with argenti, dr ratio (info guild leader!veritas does unspeakable things to me pls do not perceive me), aventurine, sunday (the idea of high priest!sunday.... his vibe and aesthetic fit the concept too well....) + gallagher when the latter 3 come out or when we get mroe info on them ;w;;

[dulcewrites]

1, 2, 17 and 18 with Nina and Aemond please 😄

Who first brought up the option of marriage? Was it an easy topic?

Aemond. And yes and no? Easy in the way that he knew Nina was the one. Hard because of what was to come, the hoops they will have to jump through.

2. Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

The proposal was private. They went to a cabin in the winter. It technically was a Christmas proposal in some ways, though not on Christmas Day. He proposed in front of the fireplace. Vhagar was there. Meemaw almost ate the ring but it was really sweet. They did have to do the hoopla of announcing the engagement, and doing a photo call for it. It was expected from their families. Aemond got a ring made with alicent. He talked to Nina's family. The media probably are surprised... but they have been gagged since they started dating lmao.

17. Show us their vows. Did either of them tear up at them?

They do more personal vows at a private ceremony just for the fam because the royal one is formal and honestly stiff. Nina is a crier so she definitely shed some tears. Their vows would be about how resilient they are as a couple and that they are in this together. They probably cry a little after it is all said and done and they feel a bit of wedding pressure off of them.

18. Did anyone oppose the marriage? Did they speak then, or did they just forever hold their peace?

Well... a lot of people had a lot to say once the news broke. So, aemond is the second of person of the targtower kids (third of viserys' if you count rhaenyra). Rhaenyra and Harwin more than likely are married in this but people would rather compare her to Aegon's wife (did I name her Celine... the way I can't remember). Aegon married into aristocracy (she is a Lannister.. ouu or maybe a Tyrell), much like how Viserys did with Alicent. Nina is very much not that, and Aemond sort of surprises a lot of people with being with her. it is sort of an interesting foil that the most buttoned up of all the kids go an untraditional route

Wedding ask game

[abyssruler]

Happy new year friend! I hope you're doing well this new year

10!

10 - In which of your stories would you like to live?

definitely want to be the reader in serious x airhead au and flowers and unplanned proposals because those are the couples i’m sure are gonna be staying through thick or thin and the happiest of all the readers i wrote.