#king AU

[bigjeansss]

Day 16th of #snsmonth24

THE KING AND HIS KNIGHT

[kingcreativityau]

also have this one, Remus’ investigation comic part 4!

In the next part: there's even more understanding

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[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe aus 17/?

the one where pero tovar sits on the throne. (insp)

[minnow-doodle-doo]

The Dark King of Gotham

[foxybatty]

FRIENDLY FIRE at @superscourge !!

[feral-bunny31]

Ok ok ok ok so I’ve been reading a few fics/prompts of Danny Phantom having to declare war on the living (he’s ghost king ofc) and I’ve had an idea slowing forming in my head with each one I’ve read and it’s just how I’d envision that scene happening and I need to get it out so here goes (putting it below the cut bc idk how much I’m going to write) how it leads up to this, your choice if you see this and decide to write more/around it. Ok here goes:

They had 13 hours left of the 3 days King Phantom, High King of the Dead, Defeater of the Dark, Son of Time, The In-between, The Balance, The All Star, had given them. 13 hours. 13. The number of the dead, ironic really that that was the amount left.

He gave them 3 days to dismantle the Ghost Investigation Ward, to release their prisoners, his people. 13 hours left and they couldn’t get them to yield their ways. To give up and break up and release the dead they had tortured. King Phantom, no older than 18, gave them a warning and they were failing. War was coming and King Phantom warned them he and his infinite army of the lost souls of this plane and the in betweens were going to march.

It was his final choice to be made in his existence. His last option. His espoir perdu. He didn’t want to do this, he hated doing this but he had to and everyone saw it as his warning was broadcasted onto every possible screen in the United States.

2 hours. They had 2 hours left and they were giving up. Trying to get as many people to safety and shelter as they could. They needed to get the civilians to hide. Gods, there was only an hour left.

And as they watched the sky above Illinois- of all places- shatter and breaks like glass they saw the King emerge as the final seconds ended.

He was stone faced, no one behind him as he stood, floating in the shattered rift of the realms, the portal green. So so green. Swirling like hypnosis. Black armor draped over his body, a sword held tight, white knuckled at his side, a crown of burning ice drifting close to his head. His face was set, cold to those that see him that don’t know him. Expression hard except for the minute furrow of his brow, seen only by those that know him, that see who he is, white hair whipping softly around his face, casting shadows over his green eyes. Oh his eyes. They were the only thing able to show what was going through his mind. They held so much.

Years of experience, of pain, of loss, of suffering and sadness. Of struggling to be heard, to fight for his people and those of this earth. To keep the peace but save what he can in this destructive world. His eyes held so much words didn’t exist to tell what all they showed.

Calmly, slowly, deathly, his sword arm rose. Rose high above his head and fell. Fell until it was straight out, a signal that the war had begun.

Thousands of souls poured out of the portal, though they spared the citizens around not a single glance. They were vaguely human, some just skeletons, some races long since extinct. They only had eyes for the buildings that were beginning to scream. The voices of their prisoners rising until every single one of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s buildings rang with the rage and hurt and pain of those souls.

The army, still pouring from the crack between realms, only targeted those buildings. Flooding the United States searching for those buildings. Men in white suits poured out of the buildings. Raising weapons to the army and unloading everything they had, uncaring of the civilians they hit and the homes and jobs they destroyed, killed.

Then they noticed it, Phantom on the front lines, defending and protecting the civilians as he tore his way through the men in white, Agents they called themselves. Giant frozen Yetis came with him, tending to the wounded he had protected. They creates shelters and barriers of ice to take the wounded and heal them. Bandage them and cover the dead with soft sheets.

The army avoided and even blocked their enemies fire from hitting those shelters, from hitting the homes and jobs as best they could while still fighting. They were angry, rage filled that the Agent cared so little about civilians, all in the name of “getting rid of those ecto scum”

King Phantom and his army fought for 3 days, wiping out any Agent and their buildings that ever existed. Freed his people and made sure they returned safely to the realm of the dead, the Infinite Realms, before he and his army slowly worked on restoring the damaged buildings of the civilians. He gave the dead proper care, tending to the souls that had come back, sending them the portal after they said goodbye to their family.

And when all was said and done, he collapsed, beaten and bloody, into the arms of a god, a being that shifted ages, a clock shoved into his chest, was his chest, and sobbed. Sobbed for all the lives taken, even of the Agents. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this death and destruction. He wanted peace, for his people and for the living. He was Balance! Why couldn’t he have brought balance peacefully? Why couldn’t he stop this from happening? He tried! Tried so hard to keep this from being a choice. He hated that he had to make this decision.

When everything was restored the best they could and wounded were healed and dead buried, King Phantom gathered his people, entered the rift between realms, and closed it. The one vision of the sky shattering like glass reversing and piecing itself back together, and the army of souls was gone.

Ok how’d I do? Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Please let me know! I love the feedback

[auideas]

Hello! So basically I was wondering if you had an idea for a prince/princess x knight with the enemies to lovers trope :)

Both Character A and B grew up together as children in the lower class. While Character B had always admired the knights, the palace, and the royal family, Character A hated the entire concept and rejected their existence...that is, until one day where guards burst into Character A's small home and take Character A to the palace. Evidently, their true parentage was realized, and the royal bastard needed to be transported to the palace immediately. Character B is stunned to see a struggling Character A being swept off to the distant castle and make it their life's mission to get to that same palace. Maybe Character B loved the royals at one point, but now they kidnapped their best friend -- it was so on.

'Knights for Hire' is a shady service, but it was all that was available to guard the royal family during the tournament in which their own knights were participating. Needless to say, the knights were less than professional.

Rather than allowing their favorite knight (Character B) to die, the prince/princess (Character A) leaves the palace and rides to the next kingdom to meet with their physician; when they get there, though, Character A finds Character B already in the medical bay, seemingly having been taken by Character A's least favorite knight (Character C) who just stared at them with a smirk that said "ha, beat you here."

"Rule #1 about saving the prince/princess: don't talk about saving the prince/princess. They would prefer to stay locked up in chains and tortured than admit even for a second that they couldn't get themselves out of their predicament if they really wanted to. And they have. Too many times." AU

Long lost prince/princess Character A has been trained to be an assassin during the few years they were kidnapped and brainwashed; now, they purposefully allowed themselves to be "found" in order to infiltrate the palace and kill the king. Their childhood best friend and now Captain of the King's Guard Character B was thrilled to have found Character A, but they don't seem to be acting like themselves.

[so-long-soldier28]

I won't try to annoy you anymore (no promises lmao) but thoughts on a royalty au where Kai is a king?

I TOTALLY MADE NOTES ON THIS AND FORGOT TO ANSWER I'M SO SORRY GJFSNFKSL Okay, but I promise, you don't annoy me AT ALL, I'm just slow! Especially on workdays; I get nothing done on those days. But yes, Kai is a king, I have some notes.

ookay, kai as a king would be a cocky lil bastard.

his ego would be way up, and he probably wouldn't be the fairest.

for a long time, he was the prince, and waited (rather impatiently) for his dad to die so he could take over.

parents were really serious about how their kingdom was ruled & they wanted to keep things that way. both were cold & emotionally distant, and his father was even more so after his mother's demise.

when kai becomes king, he doesn't change much at first, but makes a few changes just to piss the man off. over time though, especially after his dad's death, he changes things more to fit his liking.

kai would definitely have a servant, & would probably be pretty cruel to them at first, but with time, learns to enjoy their help & company.

maybe it's a mutual thing, where the servant kinda hates him, too.

but with so much time spent alone with him, he starts to see a more human side (kai starts to reveal a more human side) and they become frenemies / friends (like a merthur [merlin bbc] situation kinda, but with more hate at first).

since kai's childhood was filled with so much coldness and not much warmth, he doesn't really understand how to treat people well. on top of that, monarchies and leaderships, historically, prove that people with too much power tend to abuse that power.

it takes him a long time to learn to treat his servant as a person, not as a thing or a tool. however, when they do finally get on good terms, and even become friends, he allows the servant to better him in many ways, like in his treatment of others.

around the castle, he'd be a huge flirt.

he was a huge flirt as the prince, but it only worsens when he becomes king. the same girls he'd tease as prince, he'd tease as king, but now with even more of an attitude.

he also flirts with new girls around the castle.

others (elders, dad's servants / friends, etc.) & elder women / women he's not flirting with constantly tell him to grow up, but he has plenty of back talk prepared for every person who tells him such.

girls, however, are one big subject his servant makes a point to address. where the elders fail, he thrives, being the only person kai actually listens to. over time, he comes to objectify them less and put more focus into acquainting himself with them.

partly to find a wife, as he's supposed to do.

definitely has a temper

tends to start wars over menial things, but will hesitate going to battle over something big.

priorities aren't exactly in place.

things that are important to him aren't always the greater battle, and he has a hard time realizing what battles are expected of him to fight.

doesn't like to be told what to do. doesn't like advice, and especially doesn't like guidance from people that remind him of his father / worked alongside his father.

will more likely take the opinion of his Favorite Girl into consideration faster than he will of any of the men.

ends up marrying said Favorite Girl in a couple years & she falls pregnant rather quickly.

uncertain about children, but knows he needs an heir and his wife is really excited, so he starts to feed off that.

when the baby is born, he's suddenly, extremely protective of it.

it's a boy, like he's supposed to produce as his first heir.

elders then tell him he doesn't need any more kids because he produced an heir. (they're worried about his initial disdain for kids, plus they preferred his father's leadership much more over kai's, and don't believe the kingdom / castle needs any more mini-kais).

but he and his wife go on to have four more, all girls. neither planned for a big family, but he can't stay off her 🫣 and she loves having kids.

these are all my notes on this for now! at first i wasn't sure i'd have a lot, but the more i wrote, the more i came to love the idea. definitely need to add king AUs to my prompts list!

also, i switched back and forth between past and present tense while making my notes. (i have no idea why, or how.) but i hope i caught them all, if not, i'm sorry!

[extremesmarts]

more kapi aus because the world needs more!!!

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 10: bones

Long live the King! The King is dead!

[kingcreativityau]

Remus’ investigation comic part 3

In the next part: Remus has surprisingly easy time grasping it

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[ax3-e0ns]

I wanted to draw @kingcreativityau ‘s... Well, King Creativity. 

{I did take a couple creative liberties like with his hair having grown out from blonde into black, but for the most part I did try staying in line to the source material.}

Also linking side blog instead of main for direct sourcing reasons.

[issybettyx]

Twinsduo angst :0

— // weapons, blood, injury

Wilbur remembers when him and Techno were six. Aphantasia usually dented his memory, but the moment of grinning down at his brother as he waved a wooden sword towards him, watching his brother pant with his back on the dirtied ground, pushing down his smile to feign defeat was as clear as day.

“It’s over King Technoblade,” Wilbur announced with a grin, swinging the sword in his hand as he took a step closer - he did accidentally stumble and almost drop the sword, but he caught it, Techno only laughed before falling back into character - letting his brown eyes fall onto Techno’s blood red. The boy’s pink hair was messy in front of his face, a few leaves and random blades of grass stuck in between the strands, which was quite the contrary to the usual neatness it had to it (the boy was a perfectionist, Wilbur made sure to tease him relentlessly for it). “Your men have stood down, now admit defeat.”

Techno scowled in his direction, brows furrowed as he lifted himself up so he was sitting, wiping a speck of dirt off his face as he used his arms to keep him steady. “I will never give up on my people.”

“Then you leave me no choice,” Wilbur whispered, taking in the fake shock on Techno’s face as he grinned, jumping on top of him. They were laughing together before Techno could even complain.

Wilbur, 18 years later, got a strange sense of deja vu.

The battlefield was anything but silent, and he had to wipe the blood from his lip as he ran across the muddied ground, ignoring the pouring rain as he gripped his sword tighter in his fist, scanning the field for the familiar pink haired leader. He found him, and immediately made his way over.

Red eyes met his own, and he sent the blade through his brother’s shoulder before he could even blink, eyebrows knitted with an ill-contained anger. The moment realisation flashed in the crimson, Wilbur had slashed his calf with the blade, sending him tumbling to the dirt with nothing more than a hiss.

“It’s over, Techno.” Wilbur spat, holding his sword to his brother’s chest as the man covered his eyes with his forearm, taking a deep breath before meeting Wilbur’s eyes again, something unfamiliar flickering in them. But he knew what it was purely from the same feeling that sat in his chest.

It was painfully familiar, and he had to swallow down the memory with a blink.

“Your men are growing tired.” Wilbur insisted, taking an extra step forward so the tip of his blade was pressed onto Techno’s chest, holding back the tears as Techno continued to stare, not a word leaving his mouth. “You know better, brother-“

“Do not call me brother.” Techno yelled back immediately; and Techno never raised his voice. “I know my brother, and you are not him.”

“Your brother was a coward.” Wilbur partially agreed, glaring in Techno’s direction as the man bit his lip, trying to think of something to say.

Wilbur wished they were six again.

Times were simpler.

“Your brother didn’t want to take responsibility, your brother hid behind your back when something was a little too much, your brother couldn’t hold a sword without shaking.”

“My brother was the best person I knew.” Techno responded quietly, his deep voice making it sound like the sound came from his chest, as if his heart was forming words his mind couldn’t comprehend. “My brother wasn’t a sadistic arsonist, my brother didn’t abandon his loved ones to satiate his love for watching the world burn.”

“He grew up.”

Techno paused, looking down at the sword that was pricking blood from his chest, sighing a slightly shaky breath before looking up again. “I loved him.”

“Admit defeat, Technoblade.” Wilbur commanded, ignoring the sobs that tried to overtake him, squinting at the man on the ground as he stopped his hand from shaking. “Stand down and maybe I’ll spare your life.”

“You know that you don’t have the guts to kill me, Wil.” Techno told him, and this time he had a small smile on his face, a foreign emotion tugging at his lips and shaping the creases in the corners of his eyes. It looked like confidence, and yet there was something melancholic sitting beside it. “You know that deep down, you still love your big brother, that sword won’t do shit.” Techno continued, the confidence dripping from his words making up for the slight shake to his tone. “You may act all confident, but you know Dad would never forgive you.”

The sword pressed a little further into his chest, and Techno sucked in a small breath, eyes darting between the blade and the holder, brows furrowed.

“You talk about Dad again and I swear to god-“

“He didn’t die for this, Wilbur.” Techno finished, and Wilbur held down his tears whilst biting his bottom lip, keeping the blade steady. “Do it.”

“What?”

“Dad didn’t die for you to hesitate.” Techno explained as painfully calmly as always, and Wilbur wanted to tumble over him with laughter and pretend it was all just a sick joke. But his brother’s blood was already coating his sword, and he knew that no matter how hard he scrubbed the metal it would never be clean of the fate it had bestowed upon Technoblade. “He didn’t die for you to go to war and not finish the job, so do it.”

He would’ve.

He should’ve.

But god how he couldn’t. Not when his brother had resignation sitting in his usually tense limbs. Not when his brother was smiling at him in such a way, as if hoping one smile would make up for the masked ones throughout their whole lives.

Finally, the blade shook, and Techno noticed it, watching as tears started to fall from Wilbur’s face, the ruler not moving to wipe them.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Techno pushed, moving forward to stab the sword into himself, and Wilbur managed to throw it aside just in time, a hand covering his mouth and masking the sobs that tore through his body.

He had threatened his brother. The one person who had always helped him, who’d held his hand in rooms full of butterflies and read him stories when he woke up from a nightmare.

His brother who had stepped up to become king when he didn’t want to.

His brother who sent his people to war because Wilbur wanted to watch his brother’s kingdom burn, for a reason he wasn’t so sure of himself.

Anger was all he had felt for the past few years, anger at the fact that he should’ve done better, anger at the fact his brother was a better King than he ever would’ve been, anger that their Dad had left them alone to rule a country he’d built from the ground up.

And all that anger had been unloaded on the one person he loved most.

So, he cried.

For a moment, the battlefield went silent, watching as one King sobbed and the other watched in cautious silence, a contemplation flickering over his eyes as his legs twitched away from the discarded sword.

And after that moment passed, the latter stood, taking a breath to steady his shaking legs before walking over to the former, his loud footsteps - despite the pattering rain - was enough to alert the brunette of his brother’s presence.

He held his hand out to him; it was dirty and coated in blood, scars and callouses littering his knuckles. The King took the offer, pressing his hand into his brother’s before he was pulled up from the floor, warm arms wrapped around his neck.

The sobs were only louder as he stood, resting his face on Technoblade’s shoulder as he cried, not hugging him back in fear that he would lose the man again.

“Welcome back, brother.”

Wilbur knew he could never be the person he once was, he knew he could never be the brother Technoblade knew so well and loved so much.

But he was being given a second chance, despite everything he’d done, despite the blood dripping from his shoulder and the trickles down his leg, his shirt stained ever so slightly red.

A second chance was so much more than he deserved. But it was something he would take if his brother was offering it, so he held him back just as tight, sobbing as he nestled his face into Techno’s neck.

Nothing was alright in that moment, but laughter echoed in the brother’s ears, and that was enough to keep their shaking limbs stood.

“Dad would be so proud of you, Wilbur.” Techno whispered to him, making sure only the two of them heard his words as he continued to cry. “I’m proud of you.”

It was so much more than he deserved, but Wilbur didn’t refuse it, only holding Technoblade tighter, letting rain fall onto the battlefield. As long as he was in his brothers arms, he would be safe. Everything was back to the way it had always been, and Wilbur made sure to treasure every second of it.

[allthe-queens-men]

Not a part of @fem-queen-week but inspired to post by it.

A Hair Too Tall

Melina has an idea for a photoshoot, but Bree is dreading one specific element.

Word count: 1,738

[madmanwonder]

“Kneel or die.” The Warlord of the Orange Whirlpool Army of the Uzumaki Empire replied in calm but authoritarian tone of speech and voice. “Those are the only two options you have to pick from. Choice wisely.”

[fullyproblematicstudent]

Like me some fantasy au~~~

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Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, cruel Steve, scared reader, soft reader, caring reader, grumpy Steve, a/b/o, true mates, a/b/o dynamics, more to be added

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