#fae and prince au

[piosplayhouse]

"Oh dear," the unicorn thought. "I must've really mucked up the story beyond compare! The Red Bull Luo Binghe is protecting the last unicorn scum?! Unconscionable! He should have driven me off the cliff by now!!"

[mothiepixie]

Speed paint practice with @antlered-prince's Fae Dream

[fictionadventurer]

Of course Catherine Morland falls in love with the charming, kind Henry Tilney who's unlike any man she's ever met and who's the kind of person who she didn't think existed outside of books. But the great thing is that Henry's equally enchanted by the completely ordinary Catherine, because she's something that's totally unfamiliar to his world. They're equally mythical to each other, and in finding each other they upend their ideas of what they thought the world was, and they build a new world together, and that is peak romance.

[vagueandominousvibes]

“Pray, will you entertain us with your story? We have bored of our game.” — from my Four Swords fanfic Awake, Sweet Prince

Happy 20th Anniversary guys!! I’ll be honest, I’d completely forgotten the anniversary was upon us when I started this, so I’m glad its completion coincided so perfectly! I’ve only been in the Four Swords fandom for a few years (3, I think?), but the community here is so warm and supportive, and I’ve met some of the loveliest people — and it’s encouraged me to really grow as a writer and an illustrator! Thank you all for making this such a wonderful place to be <3

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Hello!

Had a small little thought.

How would your vampire or fae DCA boys react to a sick y/n???

Food for thought!

Hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Keep being awesome!

Hello, Raven!!!! I hope you are doing well and having an amazing day/night as well!!! @ravenwriter16

That is a very good question, I have this envisioned:

The Vampire DCA:

All three of them would be capable of detecting something being wrong with Y/N's organism far in advance of them getting fully outwardly sick, capable of sensing blood components and temperature change, even the smallest abnormalities.

Y/N would be hauled into a nest of pillows and blankets before their first sneeze, and of course they would cutely complain that the boys are acting insane and that they are feeling fine and well. And then they would finally cutely sneeze and feel their muscles ache and then begrudgingly they would admit the boys were right.

The best food and medicine is already prepared for their darling. Viscount Sun is painting pretty pictures to amuse Y/N, Marquis Moon is playing a soothing tune for them, and Grand Duke Eclipse is showing them his jewel collection and telling stories about how he defeated each enemy's soul that the jewels contain.

Fae Royalty DCA:

Equally caring, if not even more so, the royal Fae brothers would use all at their disposal to make Y/N as comfortable as possible, preparing all remedies necessary for a human to heal, as well as using their magic to make sure there are no serious illnesses threatening Y/N.

Prince Sun prepares a whole private theater show for Y/N, amusing them with word games and silly plots, while Prince Moon recites ancient poetry of forgotten times to keep Y/N's mind off of their sickness. The Fae King Eclipse conjures magnificent apparitions of galaxies and stars from Past, Present and Future, all for Y/N's pleasure and joy. Of course, there are so many cuddles and tenderness and adoration from the boys, they practically see Y/N as their sweet beloved deity.

I hope this was alright!! Thank you and have a lovely day/night

[sleepyorchidmonster]

What if king Henrik managed to steal Malleus's egg after defeating Meleanor?

The main point is that the egg WOULDN'T hatch because it needs love (and even in canon it took a couple of centuries to hatch, despite the presence of Lillia and Maleficia).

So after a few tries, he discards his plans and keeps the egg as a trophy. Years pass and a five year-old Silver finds the trophy room while playing. He stumbles into the pedestal holding the egg, but manages to save it before it falls.

The child then senses a tiny heartbeat, and realizes there is a baby inside the egg!

The egg hatches immediately. Baby Silver loved it at once (the way he did once upon a dream).

And that's how we get a Dragon Prince journey (sorta).

After the dragon hatched, Silver went to talk with his animal friends to see if they could help (he loves his parents, but he couldn't just tell them he went to the trophy room to play, some instinct of his was also telling him they couldn't be trusted).

He left the little dragon under the care of a mother bear and went to the library to see if he could find anything. He came across a few old books from before the Silver Owls that described the Draconias (the little prince was so excited! His dragon friend could become a friend friend! He didn't have any friends besides the animals! And the dragon was even a fellow prince!)

But first things first! His dragon friend needed to meet his actual family, they were probably worried sick! So he grabbed a few maps, marked out the closest fae castle, told his parents he would go play with the animals in the woods and left.

The trek was very long and dangerous, but the entire forest was on his side. Baby Silver kept talking to Malleus, explaining life as a prince, introducing his animal friends, and trying to find out if he liked to eat berries.

They avoided war-stricken areas and managed to reach fae territory. And that's when things took a turn for the worse.

Henrik and the Silver Owls found them. Apparently, the egg was missing and a search party was assembled to follow its magical traces. Baby Silver didn't know that, and went to greet his uncle, saying that he was helping out a friend find his family!!

Henrik looked at his nephew, then at the dragon, and went for the kill, literally. The kid couldn't even defend himself, as his uncle cut him down with a simple strike (dawn knight was at home).

And that's when baby Malleus's magic blew up.

A snowstorm of cataclysmic proportions struck, complete with fire tornados and lightning. At the center of it all stood two children, the tiny Silver that was bleeding out, and Malleus, who had taken a human form and was trying to close the wound (he changed forms because he was scared and emulated the only thing he could think of as strong and protection, and that thing was five year-old Silver). Meanwhile, all of the animals formed a protective circle around them.

Luckily, reinforcements soon arrived. Both Lillia and Maleficia came (that storm could only be a Draconia's doing, they would NOT lose the egg again). They made quick work of the rest of the Silver Owls before rushing to Malleus's aid.

The animals let the faes though, as if they knew the dragon had finally found his kin. But Malleus wouldn't let go of Silver, even when the kid started telling him "Look, we found your family!! You're safe!", smiling despite the pain and looming death.

With the use of "Far Cry Cradle", Lillia quickly explained the situation, and the faes made the decision to save the human. They had a much too big debt with this child, who was so innocent it hurt.

They were also keeping the human. If that despicable man was his UNCLE, then no way in hell were the rulers of Briar Valley going to give the child back to his family. It would be a disgrace to the Draconia family.

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Now, there a a few ways this AU could go.

1. The faes weren't able to save Silver. They create a monument in his honor and he becomes the only human they respect. Relations with the Silver Owls may improve now that Henrik is dead, if they can convince Dawn Knight his son died to save Malleus.

2. The faes save Silver, who lives in Briar Valley until the end of his mortal lifespan, acting as Malleus's big brother and knight. The Silver Owls are angry, but eventually come to an agreement once they realize there was no mind control involved.

3. The faes manage to save Silver, but the wounds were so grave that he had to stay in magic stasis for a few hundred years. Receiving the BOTW Shrine of Ressurection treatment. Due to the nature of the magic, he lost his memories, got silver hair and became sleepy. He later wakes up and becomes the Silver we all know and love. Malleus still sees him as the older brother, but thinks that now it's his turn to protect the human!

[fangirltothefullest]

How many AUs have you made? Any and all fandoms, if you had to count them. And also, what was the first AU you ever made?

If I went down the list of AUs for EVERY fandom I have ever been in it's going to turn into this:

I have WAY too many, I have ADHD, and if I invent an au for one fandom it's been reused in EVERY fandom I've been in....

[dreaminginpencil]

So uh, I’m apparently allowed to post a li’l gentle teaser for the name pending fae brainrot steddie au Ayes is writing ✨

A little prince Steve energy for you 👑

[pain-is-too-tired]

I'd Give You The Skies,If I Could

Pairing:

Valgrace(Leo Valdez/Jason Grace)

CW:

Minor Harassment, Discussion of Neglect and Abuse

Synopsis:

Jason Grace always been a lonely prince. Raised to be nothing but a symbol and a pawn to his kingdom and family.

So of course he's a tad protective over the first person outside his cousins and sister to treat him like a person. Doesn't mean anything else...right?

Ao3 Link:

Jason should've known better to keep his mouth shut.

His father and stepmother reminded him of that constantly growing up. Keep his mouth shut, behave like a rightful prince.

But it was very hard to do that when he was feeling like this.

“Do they have to be so touchy?” Jason grumbled as he watched one of the visiting nobles interacting with Leo,his personal royal servant. Though Jason always considered him one of his closest friends.

“I think they'd be rather caught dead than actually respect boundaries of anyone not a noble human or sorcerer.” Percy,Jason's cousin,snorted.

“You don't just touch someone's wings without permission.”

“I know man. You could tell them off.” Percy pointed out.

“I'd probably get in trouble.” Jason grumbled.

“I mean,I could do it but I'd probably be far less professional than you-”

“Point taken.” Jason said quickly. Knowing Percy didn't have as much care about appearances as Jason was forced to have. If a noble complained,Poseidon would probably just laugh and clap his son on the back. Zeus on the other hand? Not so much. Hera's influence and Lupa's work to actually raise him was the only reason he actually made it past two. Sometimes he wondered if Zeus was just waiting for a good excuse to be rid of him.

Jason took a steady breath before stepping forward,slipping over beside Leo and the noble.

“Ah! Your highness! Intriguing thing,your servant.” The noble said, still pulling at Leo's wings. The were- dragon was very obviously trying hard not to snap at the noble.

“I'd rather you not be so handsy with our staff, sir.” Jason said, keeping a professional tone.

“Ah. Apologizes your highness, but a type like him is so rare to see. He's quite cute too.”

Jason bit back a growl, if his own wings weren't hidden they would've been fluffed up.

“Still. We rather our staff not be handled in such a way.” He tried to stay professional,he hated dealing with nobles.

“Of course your highness.” The noble pulled away, much to Jason's relief. “Where did your family get such a beauty for a servant?”

Leo growled, his own tail lashing back and forth.

Jason managed to keep his composure.

“I believe that would be more of a question for Her Majesty, the Queen.” He said. “Now, if you don't mind, our attention is needed somewhere else.”

He didn't wait for the noble to respond,instead he grabbed Leo's wrist and pulled him away. Heading out into the garden until they were on their own. He let out a sigh of relief.

“I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?” Jason turned to Leo, frowning.

Leo managed his usual grin that always sent butterflies in Jason's stomach.

“Me? Yeah! Yeah it's fine. Should be use to it at this point right?”

“That's not something you should be use to. He didn't hurt your wings did he?” Jason asked worriedly.

“They're fine. Don't worry. Thanks for the save back there though.” Leo chuckled softly. He made a point to dramatically lean against Jason, arm over his face. “Oh my hero!”

“Okay, okay.” Jason laughed, ignoring the way his stomach flipped and face flushed when Leo leaned on him. “No need for all that. I should've been more aware. They always get like this at parties.”

“Yeah. But it's whatever.” Leo shrugged, pulling away. “Just like that with humans and such. You know?”

Jason bit his cheek. He sadly did know. That's how his father ran his kingdom. Humans and sorcerers always had the higher respect, others were lucky to be allowed about. It was the one thing Zeus kept from when his father ruled before him.

Another reason Jason was pretty sure Zeus was waiting for a reason to be rid of him. Unlike his sister and most of his cousins, Jason was born Fae. Storm Fae to be exact. Or at least more obviously so, though his father forced him to hide his wings and tail to expel rumors.

A big reason he was so insistent on Leo being treated better. Jason was so use to not being, at least when it came to his father and stepmother.

“You think they get mad if we left the party early?” Leo asked, glancing over Jason's shoulder back towards the party.

“Uh- I don't know-”

“We could say you weren't feeling well.” Leo grinned. “Wouldn't want his highness feeling sick around so many people, right?”

“I. I guess not?” Jason wasn't so great with lying, but Leo seemed great at getting them out of situations Like this. He was pretty thankful.

Jason headed back inside with Leo, the were- dragon stayed close to him as they walked through the crowds. Jason muttered soft ‘excuse me’s as they squeezed by others.

Jason caught the staring of two of the nobles, one the same from earlier. Jason suddenly felt an urge to stay closer to Leo, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Leo looked up at him, giving him that same stupid grin that made his heart flutter.

“You good, man?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Just…people are staring.” Jason mumbled.

Leo looked around before spotting the two nobles. He seemed uncomfortable for a moment before forcing a grin again.

“What, you jealous?” Leo teased.

Jason didn't answer.

“Let's just get to the room. Before they try to mess with you again.”

Leo raised a brow, looking Jason over for a moment before smirking.

“As you wish your highness.” He laughed.

Jason couldn't read Leo sometimes. He decided not to question what was going through his head this time.

As soon as they got back to Jason's quarters, Leo sighed dramatically and flopped onto Jason's bed. Having no problem laying out on the prince's bed like he owned it.

Jason didn't mind, he never did. He'd probably sleep on the floor if Leo asked.

Not that he would. Leo was always much too kind to him despite the situation Jason's stepmother forced him in.

“Public gatherings suck.” Leo announced. “I don't think anyone there enjoys each other's company.”

Jason laughed, sitting on the bed beside him.

“It's mostly business.” Jason said, looking down at Leo. He was trying so hard to ignore the flutter in his chest he got when the were- dragon looked up at him.

“Have to keep face and make deals and what not.”

“Boring!” Leo stretched out his limbs and wings. “None of them seem all that interested in it either.” He chuckled.

Jason frowned. “Yeah…sorry again about them getting touchy with you.” He said.

Leo scoffed. “It's fine. Use to it.” He shrugged before grinning at Jason, shifting around so he was leaning on Jason's shoulder.

“At least I had my big strong prince to defend me!” Leo joked, laughing that warm laugh that sent butterflies through Jason's stomach. He prayed he wasn't sparking.

“You don't get much choice being here. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” Jason said.

Leo chucked, moving to lay his chin on Jason's shoulder. Those ember brown eyes sent a warm feeling in Jason's chest.

“You already let me have a spot in your room and don't force me to bind my wings. Dude, you don't have to push to make sure no one messes with me as well. You're a prince!” Leo motioned.

“You deserve better than that.” Jason said. Really? He'd give Leo the world if he could, it felt like even that wasn't enough in return to just how much Leo has done for him.

“It's that way you looked like you were gonna bite that noble's hand off earlier?” Leo teased.

Jason blushed. “I- I didn't look that angry did I?”

“Oh you looked furious. I thought you were gonna snip at him, really.”

Jason went redder.

“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just…didn't like how he was treating you. You don't grab someone's wings like that.”

Leo smiled a bit, scanning Jason's face as if looking for something. Jason felt his cheeks flush at the attention.

“Really? You sure you weren't jealous?” Leo joked.

Jason blushed more, “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Nothing particularly. Just the look you had I guess.” Leo said. “If it's anything, if anyone is allowed to touch my wings like that, it's you.”

Jason blinked, “What- really? Why?”

“Cause I trust you man!” Leo playfully nudged him. “And you trusted me enough to show me your wings. I don't see why not.”

“Yeah- but touching and showing are two different things.” Jason said.

Wings are delicate parts to any being that has them. They're symbols of their owner’s freedom in a way. The reason Jason made the decision to openly put his foot down about binding Leo's wings when he first received him as a servant, and the same reason that Jason being forced to not only hide his wings but as well as clip his feathers hurt. To let someone hold and grab your wings in any way was entrusting then not to take away your freedom to the skies. A freedom Jason never got to enjoy. He never got a say of who did what to his wings. He didn't want Leo to go through that too.

“Still. I trust you,J-Man.” Leo said. “Plus, maybe one day I can convince you to give me a wing massage.”

Jason laughed, the warm feeling rising in his chest. He was glad Leo didn't act professional around Jason. The prince was tired of either getting tugged about or walked eggshells around, Leo treated him like a person. Jason made it clear that their relationship was a mutual one and Leo met that in full. Even when Jason himself forgot, grasping to try make up for Leo being in the situation he was in that was beyond either of their control, Leo managed to get him to lay down and relax. To not worry himself over everything just to make Leo happy and comfortable.

Yet. Each time it just made Jason fall for him more.

Jason didn't think he deserved the kindness and care Leo gave him. He never truly received it from many others before. What did he do to earn it now?

“Speaking of wings-” Leo said,sitting up. “You can stretch yours out, you know? No one's here that's gonna fuss at ya.” He nudged him playfully.

Jason blushed brightly. “Oh. Right.”

He took his coat off, hanging it up before taking a breath and taking off his dress shirt, leaving him in an off white undershirt.

The sigil on his back glowed for a moment before his wings popped out of the holes on the back of his shirt. He winced, keeping his wings hidden like this wasn't as easy as his wings disappearing and reappearing. It was like putting his wings into a small box, he very much still felt them and it wasn't rare to get cramps.

But it kept others from seeing them, that's all really matter to his family it seemed.

“Hate they make you do that.” Leo grumbled. “You always look in pain.”

‘Probably because I am.’Jason wanted to say, but he didn't want to worry or freak Leo out.

“It's fine.” He said instead, forcing a smile. “At least I get to stretch them and my tail out at night.”

Leo frowned. “That's like, the bare minimum, dude.”

Jason shrugged, before grabbing some sleepwear from his drawers. “I guess. Better than nothing though. Anyway, I'm gonna change. Be right back.”

“You know I'm not going nowhere, man.” Leo chuckled.

Jason chuckled softly as well before heading into his washroom to change.

It felt good to be out of the stuffy dress clothes. Getting into something more comfortable.

He returned back out to his room, smiling seeing Leo hanging off the side of Jason's bed.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked, chuckling a bit.

Leo shrugged. “I don't know. It's fun.” He said before patting a spot next to him. “Join me.”

“I'm gonna get lightheaded doing that.”

“Oh come on. It's fun!” Leo grinned.

Jason sighed, unable to fight back the smile on his face. “Alright,alright.”

He got onto the bed beside Leo, stretching out his wings a bit before leaning off the side of the bed.

“Oh.”

“Right?” Leo grinned. Jason couldn't help but relax,Leo always made him feel comfortable to just..be. It was nice.

Leo had to rambling about something Jason really didn't understand, but he listened intently to everything Leo said. Just watching how his eyes lit up when he talked. The way he seemed so enthusiastic about what he talked about.

They stayed like that for hours. Before Jason found himself drifting off,falling into a comfortable sleep.

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@keefessketchbook (I believe they asked to be tagged for a Valgrace fic ^^ apologizes if I've miss tagged hdgd)

[hats-paradox]

Various Coraline AU doodles

[not-poignant]

Fae Tales - The Nascent Diplomat FINAL (Gwyn/Augus)

Pairing: Augus Each Uisge/Gwyn ap Nudd

Tags: Fae politics, past child abuse, past sexual abuse, developing relationship, slow burn, mind games, Unseelie Court (See fic for more tags)

Summary: Augus is summoned by the Unseelie King of the fae to test out his hand at being a diplomat with a secretive, cave-dwelling race of fae known as the vench. He is sent to the remote region of Aethelwaters to strike up a trade deal, with the King’s Mage and executioner - Gwyn ap Nudd - as his bodyguard.

They come face to face with a closed culture largely unreceptive to newcomers, initiations to test their merit, an unusual way of feeding, and pitfalls and traps at every turn. Will it drive the shaky foundation between Gwyn and Augus further apart? Or bring them together?

Fae Tales - 44 - The Nascent Diplomat - Gwyn/Augus on AO3!

In which Gwyn and Augus leave Aethelwaters and go back to their respective realities. Gwyn is terrified that everything will go back to normal, but sees increasing hints and signs that everything might be changing for the better.

Thank you so much to the Ream and Patreon subscribers for making this story possible! If you want to get early access to certain stories as well as other extras, consider joining the subscription community today :D

[cochineal-leviat]

"Kirby stays a little longer at the party, hoping to catch another dance with the dreamy marquis. Chapter 2"

Heyo! It's been a while since I added a bad end for this series (or that I have written for the Kirby fandom in general). Next month, it will be a year since I've worked on this AU. Man, time moves fast. I had this bad end sitting in my drafts for a while, as I was unsatisfied with it. But my friend @morp convinced me to post it anyway after beta reading it. So, an extra special thanks to one of my best buds! It's a little later than I wanted since Halloween already passed, but hopefully, we can all pretend it's still a little bit Halloween with this little excerpt of mine. So come get ya creepy fluff, literally, and please enjoy another bad ending!

If u want to start at the beginning (as this bad end doesn't make sense without the original material), it is based on my favourite horror/romance fics I have written, the Midnight Soirée.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Vigil

A little Drabble for my fae puppy named Prince. Set in @ghouljams ‘s Fae au. It’s a little less then 500 words but I think it’s cute.

The snow was cold against his paw pads, leathery black and pink skin protesting the sting of the freeze, his claws clicking against the ice with every step towards the warm and inviting cottage not too far off, a beacon of light and summer in the middle of the harsh winter setting. The slightest sheen of the Witch’s barrier catching against the bright shine of the sun. The sight was a welcome one, encouraging him to walk just a little bit faster.

It was a prickle at the back of his skull that signified he’d crossed into the weaker barrier at the porch, the soft pins and needles like his skin had fallen asleep. A gentle warning, to be good, respectful. His magic greeted the Witch’s with a playful nip, little excited puppy bites like a dog greeting its owner after a long day at work. The pins and needles faded and he waddled up to the front door with no issue, pawing at it and scratching his nails against the dark wood with a little greeting whimper.

Only silence followed.

Tilting his head, Prince set the shoddy bouquet down on the straw welcoming mat, chicory and chickweed, a few stray blooms of bittersweet nightshade. It was unusual, he thought, for the Witch to not answer her door.

“Witch? It’s me! Thought it’d be nice to sit down and have a cuppa!” The puppy shaped fae called, ears twitching as he took a moment to simply listen. But the only sounds that greeted him were the chitter chatter of the forest and the animals that weren’t animals, peaking out of the dense trees with too big eyes and sharp teeth. He hummed, glancing at one of the curtained windows to see the inside pitch black. Even more unusual.

A little pouty at the realization that he would miss out on some snacks and scritches, Prince resolves to wait, hopping up onto a little chair by the door and staring out at the vast expanse of winter patiently. The wind screeched with banshee’s calls, the snow crunched with the footsteps of those who no longer lived, and Prince sat. Patient as a loyal guard standing vigil, snapping at any weaker critter that nudged a little too close for comfort. Even having to throw a particularly heavy stone at some weird moose creature that kept calling out to him with the Witch’s voice. Weird guy.

But it wasn’t long but noon waned into dusk, and even the most loyal of companions could not be expected to stay awake all through the night. So, shivering from cold, Prince simply curled up onto the porch chair, huddled protectively around his gift for the Witch, heavy lids closing, drifting to sleep with the smell of bergamot and honey heavy in his nose.

[plasma-studios]

pick a fic wip for me to work on

(to be clear the / is the sign for romance here; x isn't)

[live-from-flaturn]

“A Silver Sky, A Golden Night” 

For @just-slightly-chayotic 

Thank you so much for the prompt that turned into what will probably be my KimChay magnum opus. I am so excited for BirdKim to finally see the light of day.

Summary: 

“Well?”

“King Tankhun demands that you return at once unless, of course, the first of our Courting Rituals has been successfully and honorably completed.”

Clearly neither of his older brothers grasped the magnitude of Kim’s feelings for the precious mortal prince who’d rescued him. He crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. “And if it has?” --- Prince Porchay was less than enthusiastic about the upcoming Tournament for his hand in marriage. He had no one in mind to grant his Favor, no one to confide in about his worries, and only an injured bird to keep him company... Until even Sir Raven left, and Chay was alone again.

Or so he thought.

[shake-this-poet-out-of-the-beast]

The golden prince of the autumn court

Autumn court ranger Jin Ling (and Fairy <3)