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thrushforreal · 1 year ago

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What benders would the batfam be??

So, here we go with another one of my au thingies for my own au thingie. This time its Atla Themed! (Avatar: The last Airbender for those who don't know)

So when picking a time period of when this would happen, I thought about this quite a bit, I think it would be a couple of avatar cycles after Korra. Technology has progressed to the point where Bruce still does his dark Knight routine.

Okay, here we goooooo!

Alfred: He was a special operative in the Fire Nations army. He is a Fire Bender, and also knows chi blocking. After he retired from the army he was employed by the late Waynes as a butler and bodyguard where they lived in Republic City.

Bruce: Bruce is actually a Non-bender, although this does not mean he is less of a fighter against any bender. He's traveled all over the world and nations learning different styles of fighting. After returning back to his home in Republic City he started going out at knight as a masked vigilante based off of a bat spirit. He uses all the fighting techniques he learned while traveling as well as chi blocking, and technology.

Barbara: She's like Asami in the way that she is very tech savvy. Although she is an Earth Bender, who can use the subskill of Metal Bending. She moved to republic city with her father when he got a job on the police force there. They moved from a village on the edge of the Earth Kingdom, close to the Northern Water Tribe.

Dick: He is an Air Bender and is actually the person who taught Duck the subskill of Flight. His parents were Non-Bending Air Nomads and found their place in Haly's Traveling Circus. The circus was attacked while in Republic City, and not long after Dick was taken under Bruces wing and later adopted. He never got his arrow tattoos.

Jason: Before he died, he was sure that he was a Non-Bender, so he was trained in chi blocking. He was killed and was brought back by the healing waters of Lazarus, brought back as an Earth Bender with use of the subskill Lava Bending. His biological mother was and Earth Bender like him, and his father is from Fire Bender descent. There's the reason he can Lava Bend.

Cass: She is a Water Bender and uses a technique to use water to muffle her footsteps. She was trained in the subskill of Blood Bending while with the League. After joining Bruce, she was taught how to incorporate chi blocking into her fighting style instead of killing people. Her mother, Lady Shiva, is an Air Bender, and this allows her to bend the clouds (yes, they are made of water but also made of air. Only really talented benders or those that have Air Bending ancestry are able to do so. I'll explain more later if ya'll want.) and use them to shroud her presence.

Steph: She is a Non-Bender, this was something her father Cluemaster was not happy about. She took to the streets to fight him and learned chi blocking on her own, and later learned under Barbara and Bruce.

Duke: The Avatar of this time, born in the Earth kingdom. He is able to bend all four elements and also utilizes the subskills of flight and Spiritual projection from Airbending.

Tim: He is a Fire Bender, one of the few things he gets from his father. Along with his intelligence he also uses the subskill Lightning Bending, which he uses through his bo staff when fighting with it. he also learned chi blocking. As a result of his mothers Water Bending heritage he is able to make cold flames that people can walk through.

Trace: They are a Water Bender, from their mother's side of their family. Janet Drake wasn't a Water Bender like Jack Drake was a Fire Bender though. She discovered her ability for the subskill of healing after a nasty fight with a Non-Bender called the Joker landed some really bad hits on the people involved. They are able to heat their water to unbearable degrees because of their fathers Fire Bending. They are also trained in chi blocking

Damian: He is a Fire Bender, from his mother as Bruce is a Non-Bender. While raised in the League he was taught chi blocking as well as Lightning Bending. He was forced to try and learn the subskills of Lava Bending and Metal Bending. He was unable to Lava Bend but showed an ability for Metal Bending. He hasn't been able to hone his Metal Bending as of late, and is reluctantly learning more about Lightning Bending from Tim.

#batman oc #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #barbra gordon #dick grayson #cassandra wayne #jason todd #stephanie brown #duke thomas #trace drake-wayne #tim drake-wayne #damian al guhl wayne #dc universe #a:tla #dc & a:tla crossover #batfam

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zwolfgames · 11 months ago

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One-Shot requests here!

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Welcome to this request thingy. I have no clue what I'm doing. In this chapter, all general info. If you have requests that fall under the things i write (see below) please do place a comment or do that ask thingy (i dont know how tumblr works but im sure ill see it.)

Fandoms I write for:

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|Hazbin Hotel|

|Cookie Run Kigdom|

|JoJo's (untill part 3 atm)|

|Baldurs Gate 3|

|Valorant|

|Creepypasta|

|(And ofcourse, all of my OC's. Or if you have some sort of idea you want me to make an OC for.)| _____☆_____

What I don't write: (Most are obvious but this is the internet, so...) _____☆_____

- Smut -Non-con -Incest -Pedophilia -Vore -Racism -Pergant stuff -There's prob a lot more i should put here but i cant come up with it, so just be decent please. _____☆_____

What I do write: _____☆_____

-Yandere -Murder -Gore -Kidnapping -Whatever kind of reader you wanna be. (Exp: Reader with bird wings, elf reader, etc) -Au's -I could write wholesome fluff but only if im in the mood. -Platonic

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Extra info:

I write mostly Yandere books because its more eventfull (murder and whatnot) because my aro/ace self gets bored of cutesy love stuff. But i might write that sometimes. Not a fan of the reader being an absolute weakling unless its relevant to the plot, so dont expect a submissive reader often. Very unregular update schedule because im a student and sometimes school hates us all. Trying to quit character.AI to have more writing time. Thats all, I think. This chapter will get updated when needed.

Copied this straight off of my Wattpad: ZWolfGames.

#platonic yandere #yandere #oneshots #requests open #fanfiction #request oneshots #yandere oneshots #xreader #original character #fandom #yandere x reader

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vs-redemption · 2 years ago

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For the event. Can you do a historical au for Finral. If possible use gender neutral terms?

Yes, this took forever to get to. BUT, it turned into an over 3000 word monster so I hope it is worth it ♥

Historical AU (Finral Roulacase x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 3.2K Warnings: mentions of Finral's deceased mother?

(I haven't full proofread it, so forgive any errors until I get the chance to reread it)

Many considered it an honor to serve a noble household because it required the upmost amount of trust and loyalty. Being in the good graces of such a family afforded one quite the comfortable life indeed. For Finral, however, holding such a position was something rather like a nightmare.

“Unbelievable the times we’re living in,” the cook on staff laughs while bringing him a cup of tea to welcome him onboard. “I thought his lordship crazy for buying one of those new automobile thingys, but I suppose he will need someone to drive it.”

Finral takes the cup gratefully, trying not to look too bitter about the whole situation. The people surrounding him in the servant’s quarters would certainly never earn enough to buy a car for themselves, let alone drive one. Most would tell him that he should consider himself lucky.

“But it’s a little strange, isn’t it?” one of the lady’s maids speaks up with a curious tilt to her head. “I’ve heard of your brother, Langris, and he’s a noble. So, how’d you end up here as a servant? Seems to me someone should be hired to drive you around.”

“He’s my step brother,” Finral corrects her stiffly before letting out an awkward laugh. He knew first impressions were important, and it wouldn’t do for him to come off so resentful. It would be extremely unpleasant to live and work with the rest of the staff if they felt he thought himself above them.

“But your father is also a noble from the respected house of Vaude” one of the footmen point out, his eyebrows raised almost mockingly. “And you’re his oldest son, if I recall. Surely that means you’re the heir to his estate and fortune?”

Finral had no idea what to say. What the footman said was true, but there were some key details that he’d left out which contributed to the shame of the circumstances he currently found himself in. But to have to reveal those truths out loud would be humiliating, and he had to wonder if the footman had tried to force him to spill the truth on purpose.

“Never mind all that,” the butler steps in to keep the conversation from going sour. “The man’s business is his own, and his lordship wouldn’t have agreed to take him on if there was anything untoward with his character.” The conversation was dropped after that, but Finral knew that the questions would linger in everyone’s minds. Surely the real story would come out eventually, but for now he was content in avoiding it.

Things with the new job seemed to go smoothly for the first couple weeks. The life of a chauffer wasn’t too horrible, although his employer seemed to always need rides into town without warning and for the most trivial of reasons. It was hard to find time to relax with such a schedule, but it was at least better than having to work within the household and wait hand and foot on people who were technically his equals.

“Roulacase,” the butler enters the servant’s quarters suddenly and everyone stands respectfully. He quickly explains that Finral was to bring the car around right away for his employer’s eldest child. They were taking a solo trip into town and needed a ride.

“Yes, right away.” Finral gives a slight bow before hurrying out to get the car ready. He wasn’t sure if he was incredibly lucky or the opposite. Ever since he’d been a boy, he had thought that you, the eldest child of his lordship, were rather pleasing to the eye. But after working for the family so closely these past few weeks, that attraction had grown into a full-blown crush.

“Morning, good noble,” Finral clears his throat when he sees you and rushes to open the car door and help you in. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“Not to worry,” you assure him while putting a hand on his arm and climbing into the back seat. “I’m sorry for the short notice. And please, there’s no need for such formalities. You may call me by my name.” “Are… you sure?” Finral wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with that. Even if he still had his former status, it was highly unusual for people to address each other without titles. And if your father heard him calling you by name, he wasn’t sure what sort of repercussions he would face.

“Absolutely sure,” you assure him with a nod of your head. After giving him an account of the places you were hoping to visit that day, he starts the car and heads off. The journey wasn’t anything like Finral had predicted. Normally chauffeurs were silent, only making polite conversation if their employer addressed them first. With you though, it was different. You seemed to speak to him as if his position wasn’t beneath yours, and it did wonders for his dignity. By the time the shopping was done and he was driving you home, he’d gotten comfortable enough to joke and laugh openly with you.

That night, Finral went to bed feeling more valued and seen than he had in such a long time. Even before he’d lost his standing with his family, nobody had ever treated him so well except perhaps his late mother. For that reason, he was ecstatic when he got the orders to drive you into down a week later.

“Did you know my father holds an annual servant’s ball?” you start up a casual conversation just as soon as he pulls away from the house. Finral was relieved for the chance to relax a bit and not have to act so formally. He glances over his shoulder at you before looking back to the road.

“Servant’s ball?” he laughs, thinking it was a joke. “That couldn’t possibly be what it sounds like.”

“Oh, it is.” You assure him with a playful smile. “For one evening, the servants in the house are relieved of their duties and allowed to enjoy some food and dancing along with the rest of the family. It’s the reason I need to visit the tailor actually. I’ll need something new to wear for the event.”

His lordship was known to be quite eccentric at times, but Finral could hardly believe he would hold an actual ball for his servants. He’d honesty thought he’d never get the chance to attend such a party again, which was sad because he had always really enjoyed them.

“Something new to wear to a servant’s ball?” He glances at you through the rearview mirror. “That seems a rather odd sentiment.”

“One must always be prepared to meet someone they might want to impress at a party,” you smile coyly. “After all, it is easy to fall in love while dancing.”

“I never knew you were a romantic,” Finral replies, willing his heart not to send false hope to his brain. It would do him no good to look too much into your words. He knew he had a tendency to jump to conclusions.

Whether or not you were actually a romantic was moot, however, because you knew that he was. Before his fall from nobility, Finral had built quite a reputation as a notorious flirt, and not even a very good one. Whenever he got around a potential suitor, his mannerisms got fidgety and there never seemed to be much real confidence behind his compliments and gift giving. Yet somehow, he had never seemed to give up. It was something you’d always wondered about. Now that you had spent some time with him though, it appeared likely that he didn’t truly think of himself as some sort of heart throb. In reality, it was more likely that he simply craved for love. After being cast out by his family so cruelly, you were willing to bet all that flirting had been an attempt to fill the void left by his mother after she’d passed when he was young.

“Well, I hope you’ll save at least one dance for me,” you tell him before changing the subject, leaving him flustered for the rest of the day.

The servant’s quarters were extremally busy the morning before the ball and Finral found himself quite impressed with how much work actually went into these sorts of events. He’d always sort of taken it for granted. He shuffles through the kitchen, eyeing up the food as the cook and her assistants scrambled around.

“Is the family really going to dance with the servants?” he asks curiously, still struggling to wrap his mind around such a concept.

“They’re only actually obligated to participate in one dance,” the cook informs him while taking something out of the oven only to replace it with another dish. “Traditionally, his lordship dances with the head housekeeper and his wife dances with the butler. Sometimes they’ll dance more though, if they feel up to it. They really are a fine family.”

“Oh,” Finral pauses to think for a moment. “And… who usually dances with his lordship’s eldest?”

“That would be the first footman,” the cook turns to fix him with a look. “You do seem to find any opportunity to bring them up though, Roulacase. I do hope you’re not catching feelings where you ought not to be.”

“I quite agree,” the footman chooses that moment to walk into the kitchen, giving Finral a superior smirk while adjusting the sleeve of his dress coat. “I suppose it still hasn’t sunk in that you aren’t entitled to a noble marriage anymore. What a pity. You’ll have to cast your gaze much lower now to find a partner who will accept you.”

“That’ll be quite enough out of you,” the cook quips irritably. “If you two have all this time to stand and chat, then you have time to help. Take these dishes upstairs so they’re ready to go. You know we won’t have time to be coming back down here once everything starts.”

“Yes ma’am,” Finral carefully snatches up one of the platters and hurries from the kitchen, eyes downcast. His self esteem had never been anything spectacular, but to be put in his place by a footman was a huge blow. It was hard for him to think about how far he’d fallen, and how much he’d lost.

By the time the ball had started, Finral’s mood had sunk a great deal. The footman was right, of course. He had no chance of securing a marriage with a noble anymore, not as a chauffeur. And perhaps his father had been right as well to disown him. His step brother was a stronger and more reliable candidate to inherit the Vaude legacy.

He tried not to watch as you danced with the footman when the music started, instead choosing to stand off to side and avoid attracting any more embarrassment his way. It would be a shame if his gloomy mood was to dampen this rare chance for the other house staff who looked forward to a single night of glamor once a year.

“I hope you’re not hiding from me,” you sneak up on him once the first few dances of the evening are finished. “As I recall, you’re usually quite social during events like this.”

“I’m not the same person as I used to be,” he admits shyly, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. He suddenly realized that it might’ve been better if you hadn’t known him before and could just see him as a normal chauffeur.

“Aren’t you?” You challenge him with a lift of your chin as if sizing him up. It made him feel even more self-conscious. Admittedly, he was the same pathetic man as before aside from a few things.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he shrugs, “I am the same. Except I don’t have the name or the clothes or the money to posture with anymore.” He offers a smile, wanting to show that he wasn’t feeling sorry for himself, just merely stating facts. The way you frown at him shakes his confidence further though, and it surprises him when you offer your hand.

“Dance with me.” You practically demand and he knows he can hardly refuse, not that he wanted to anyway. He slips his hand into yours and walks with you out onto the dance floor, placing one hand on your hip and pulling you a little closer instinctively.

“Sorry,” he mumbles but you only shake your head.

“For what?” You smile and he finds himself unable to answer.

For Finral, dancing with you felt almost as if someone had turned back the clock to a time when he had actually felt like someone that mattered. But thinking about it now, he’d struggled to find his self-worth even then. In fact, this was the very first time he could remember someone asking him to dance instead of the other way around. People always seemed to prefer his younger brother. Langris had always been the one with the confident smile and respectful presence. Perhaps becoming a servant was a step up for Finral after all. He no longer had to live in the shadow of his brother anymore, at least not so directly.

“You’re very handsome, you know.” Your compliment slashes through his thoughts and brings him rapidly back into the present.

“Wh-what?” He stares at you with side eyes, disbelief clear on his face.

“For a noble to react so surprised at a simple thing like that,” you hum thoughtfully as you both continue to dance. “How do you think your brother would’ve reacted if I’d said that to him instead?” Finral’s stomach drops, feeling the sting of your barb like a knife in the chest. His brother wouldn’t have batted an eye. Langris knew he was handsome. He heard it all the time. It wasn’t even a compliment to him, more like a statement of some universal knowledge on par with ‘the sky is blue.’

“I suppose the difference between he and I is the reason I’m in my current situation,” he admits shamefully.

“There is a huge difference between you both, but the truth of the discrepancy is quite different from the one I think you have been led to believe.” Finral meets your eyes again after hearing such a curious statement. He didn’t understand what you meant by it. Or perhaps, he couldn’t.

“Anyway,” you divert the conversation, not wanting to dive too deep into his obviously traumatized childhood in the middle of a ball. “My words from before were the honest truth. I do think you’re very handsome.”

The short conversation left Finral’s head spinning for the rest of the evening. Even if you did find his appearance appealing, what was the point of telling him? Nothing could come of it surely. The questions in his mind circled around his mind for the next few days as well. His imagination had been so busy coming up with dozens of different scenarios for the way you’d treated him, that he hardly noticed the degrading and snide remarks from the annoying footman. He suspected someone had reported his dazed behavior though, because a shocking order suddenly came for him to meet his employer up in the sitting room where he’d yet to step foot before now.

“You called for me, my lord?” he enters nervously, feeling smaller than he ever had before and cursing his poor luck when he sees you in the room as well. If he was going to be sacked, he’d rather you not be there to witness it.

“That’s right,” the man stands up and comes over to slap him on the back. “I’ve got a question for you.” He leans in closer as if it’s a secret even though he doesn’t lower his voice at all as he points a finger over his shoulder at you. “What are your feelings towards my kid over there?”

Finral didn’t think there could be a situation any more embarrassing than this. Being fired for being an airhead was one thing, but being kicked out because he had a crush on his employer’s child was another entirely. He honestly hadn’t thought his humiliation could get any worse and he wasn’t used to hearing anyone say things so bluntly.

“I… beg your pardon?” He knew playing dumb was not a reliable option, but he wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Come on, now. Let’s not waste time dancing around it,” his lordship groans impatiently. “Do you love them or not?”

“What?!” Finral’s eyes dart to your face and he finds himself shocked to see you trying to hide the shyness in your eyes and posture. He glances back at your father. “Sir, I…”

“It’s not complicated, kid. You either do or you don’t.” He pulls his arm off of Finral to cross his arms. “If you do, we’ll have a wedding planned up. If you don’t, well, that’s less work for me honestly.”

“Wedding?” Finral’s eyes glance over at you again. “But I don’t have anything to offer. Langris will inherit my father’s titles and money, and…”

“Big deal,” your father cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “You’ve got noble blood in ya, not that it makes much difference to me, and we don’t need your money since we’ve got plenty of that of our own. My kid seems to have taken a liking to you, and all I care about is that they marry someone who will truly love and take care of them. Can you do that?”

“Well… yes.” This whole thing felt insane, but Finral couldn’t do anything but go along with it and be honest at this point. He notices your lips tug into a smile and he feels his heart swell with pride. Had he really been able to make you smile like that?

“Then it’s settled!” your father lets out a bellowing laugh while pulling out a ring with his family crest on it and shoving it into Finral’s hands. “I like you too, kid. Come join my family!”

Finral was so overwhelmed with this sudden turn of events, but he knew he couldn’t allow his employer to propose like this for him. He tucks the ring away for now and walks over to you, taking your hands into his and then sinking down to one knee. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles, smiling up at you and saying your name softly. “Will it be enough to have a husband that has nothing but his love and devotion to offer you?”

“I rather think that’s all I need to be happy,” you confess truthfully.

“Then, will you marry me?” He asks and you start nodding excitedly before he even finishes the question. His head is still reeling with how fast things seemed to be turning around for him, but he couldn’t be any happier. He gets back on his feet and tugs you into his arms for a tight embrace. Before he can protest about your father being in the room, you cup his face in your hands and pull him down for a tender kiss.

“I promise to give you all my love and devotion as well,” you promise him after pulling away and you swear you see a hint of tears in his eyes because that’s all he’d ever wanted as well. He almost wished he could see the look on his brother’s face when he heard the news. Sending Finral off to be a servant was supposed to be a living nightmare. But instead, it had turned out to be a fairytale from the loveliest of dreams.

@todoroki-waifu

#LeatherAnniversaryEvent #Finral Roulacase x Reader #Finral Roulacase #Black Clover x Reader #Black Clover

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lady-starbind · 3 years ago

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INGO LOOKS SO MCFREAKIN DAPPER

AND SO DOES EMMET

SUBMAS FANDOM, WE EATIN VERRRRRRRRRRY GOOD TONIGHT!!!

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amisbro · 7 years ago

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So on Tweeter

I was asking if anyone wanted to know about my “Butler AU” with Eiji and Camus but I think I need to clarify this What I should have said was this “Did you want to hear a thing about how Camus recruits Eiji to be his new Junio and trains him to just about become a butler worthy of a Count?” Nevertheless I am definitely a man of my word to write this so let’s have some fun kds

So imagine for about 30 seconds its a nice day out and all is pretty peaceful (especially in the QN camp) and well...they got a little bored (Camus especially but this ties into the thing in a few minutes) so they pack up their things from their Apartment and head back to Shining Agency since their Juniors are on their first ever World Tour and as you know “When the Cat’s away the mice will play” (I might have that backwards but let’s roll with it) ANYWAYS! So Reiji and Co. head down to the President’s Office and go knock on the door to have a chat with him about a project of their own they had in mind. See QN likes STARISH and of course respects them (especially after both Triple S comps) but they see A LOT of potential in HEAVENS and knowing that they probably came VERY CLOSE on the two (legal) attempts they had to beat them...maybe a little more training wouldn’t hurt? So Reiji cos to see Shining about this idea that he has where they (QUARTET NIGHT) decide that they will take HEAVENS on as their new Juniors and Shining is a little skittish about the idea after what happened with Eiichi and Otoya (perfectly understandable even if it was a big misunderstanding with Eii’s intentions) but he goes “...Aight!” and agrees to let them do it as long as Raging agrees but THEY had to go get his okay and no one else LOVELY So Reiji remembers he has the phone # to Raging’s office (We’ll go with the idea that Eiichi gave it to him while they were in the hallway during the conmpetition) and gives a ring to Raging to seek his permission. Grumpy ol’ Raging (even we HEAVENS fans can agree Rage is a grump and an ass okay?!) answers and after some LENGTHY discussion he agrees to let them do it under the condition that QN reports back at least once a month to him about how its going...they agree (If you want to know why he wants them to report to him about the project...its more a thing where HE would rather be the one to teach them and Rage is like legit...not sure if “Jealous” is the right word but there is some emotion going on in him that he can’t explain so he made them report to him) NOW WE GET TO THE PART I PROMISED! So the “Butler” thing THAT wasn’t a group decision...the original plan that Reiji had was they were going to take the duet partners of their former Juniors and train them...that happens with ALMOST all of them save ONE and the only reason is cos the dude was gonna be coached by Camus EIJI OTORI! Here is how it went down So HEAVENS gets to the Dorms 2 days later after Eiichi had a long talk with them saying that it was going to benefit both parties and they would be learning under some skilled Masters and they knew about the success of “God’s S.T.A.R.” so it was definitely going to help them. Reiji greets them all in the Common Room and explains what their role was and what they wanted to do (and HEAVENS was thankful for it) but all the while Reiji is explaining this Camus is eyeballing Eiji something fierce and the Prodigy Idol can feel it but doesn’t react yet. Unbeknownst to everyone in the room he secretly WANTED to work for Camus after seeing what his training did for Haruka and Joshua. After Rei explained everything everyone was getting ready to go to their dorms and Reiji thought he was getting BOTH Otoris BUT Camus had other ideas! “HALT!” Camus bellowed and everyone just STOPS...like no joke you would have thought you were in a library that is how quiet it was and without a moment’s hesitation Camus tells Eiji he’s coming with him because he had big plans for him and this BAFFLES Reiji because that wasn’t the original idea for the project but Camus wasn’t having it and asked Eiji if he wanted to go with the “Jester” or be trained by a “Proper Royal” and to everyone’s shock Eiji accepted the offer of the Count! (If you wonder why it shocked everyone in the room its because it was BELIEVED that Eiji wouldn’t have the personality to hang with His Excellency...they were about to be shook to their core) So now the project as a MUCH DIFFERENT fact to it and some things got juggled. Instead of Kira working with Ran (Like he thought) he and Eiichi were working with Reiji now and Ran got Shion and Yamato. Nagi and Van ended up with Ai which was a HELL of a fun time for the robot there but it actually worked out especially with Van being the elder he was a very good listener and kept Nagi in line for Ai so there were no issues there. Eiji’s training though... While Eiji is an idol that doesn’t mean his ability to pick up things easily goes away...Camus learned that when he gave his order for the tea and after explaining it one time Eiji was very quick to figure out where everything was to make it proper for him within HOURS! But something else interesting was going to happen over the next day or two You see...Eiji not only picked up on Camus’ routine to the point where he never had to ask almost instantaneously BUT Eiji was also becoming very conscious about his attire around the Count and he remembered how Joshua always dressed when he works with him...Eiji wanted to take it a step further “Camus Sir” Eiji began “I was thinking...” Eiji trailed off and this got his Senior’s attention “Yes? What is it Ootori?” Camus asked in his usual blunt matter and Eiji continued “Well I was thinking...if I am to work under you as your Junior I’m wondering if I’m not...”underdressed” for the part. Do you think if we get a free moment we might be able to fix this problem?” Eiji asked and the THUD everyone heard from the Count’s room was his jaw going through the floor! “You’re serious about this aren’t you?” Camus asked after he overcame his shock and Eiji nodded. His reasoning as Camus found out was that he was almost always going out in a hoodie and he knew darn well that wasn’t acceptable for working with him so Camus agreed to make sure that their next free day (which was going to be a while cos Camus was kind of booked up hard for the next couple of weeks) he would get Eiji fixed up properly. What caused the next “THUD Moment” was when they were going to go out and Camus asked this “So...what are we looking for to change your appearance up?” Camus asked and Eiji answered without a moment’s hesitation! “A Butler’s Outfit sounds nice...It only seems right if I am working for you after all” This time Camus damn near FAINTED at the suggestion...Was Eiji feeling alright? No matter because after he overcame his temporary shock the Count agreed to take him and get him done up right but he DID give him one piece of advice. “I like the ideas you are giving to change your outer appearance working for me but the one thing you have to know is that Joshua occasionally had to give the hammer to people around here when they were acting up. That is something that needs to come with time with you but I think you can do it. You are an incredibly gifted young man and I see nothing but good things for you in the future Eiji.” Camus explained and legit Eiji took the compliment in stride while writing the notes about what Joshua did and tried his best to be able to flip the switch on when needed and...that took a little longer than learning Camus’ routine BUT he learned how to be more forceful even with his brother and LORD did that come off as a shock to Eiichi but he learned one thing: If his bro is in “Butler Mode” mind your P’s and Q’s quick cos Eiji ain’t playing with ya anymore! As time went on Eiji really started to be able to predict what Camus needed before he said anything and that was something that Joshua told Eiji when the project was coming “Take it from someone that does work for Camus when summoned...if you can start to predict what he is going to ask for before he asks for it you will be set for life cos he will make sure NO ONE acts in a manner that will cause you harm. This dude might seem harsh but he is protective of his employees and you can take it from Haruka and myself that this dude is actually QUITE AWESOME when it comes down to it!” Sadly for Eiji...his time was going to be ending soon! The time limit for the project was only about 3 months and then they had to go back. Camus would be lying if he said that he didn’t want Eiji to leave but he knew he had to but if there is one thing Camus knew it was this Eiji is a prodigy alright...on AND OFF the stage!

#Amisbro's drabbles #Uta no Prince-Sama #Eiji and Camus #my Butler AU thingie #gonna be sharing this soon

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stay-midnight · 4 years ago

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Royals. I

Hyunjin x Male Reader

(Late Hyunjin Day Special)

a/n: Look at me and my late ass post again 💀, Anyways, this would be split up into two or tbree parts cause it’s gonna be a bit long than my other fics. So enjoy this for now 🤧 Smut would be on the second part which would be posted in a week or two (No promises though cuz 🤡)

Things to note: Royal AU!, Insult Fight, Implied Changsung (BinxSung), All of skz is here/mentioned, Implied Hookups, TXT is mentioned, Y/N’s a bit of a dick, Hyunjin is barely mentioned here yet, Minho is also a bit of dick, flirty Minho, Minho and Y/N tension, maybe some Seungmin x Y/N here and there too-. Prince! Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, Jisung, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Y/N and Knights! Minho and Chan. Y/N’s last name here is "Hyangsu"

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A prince of the Hwang Kingdom is having their 21st birthday and you were invited, you were a bit salty about this since you really just wanted to relax after these past weeks of taking different lessons from your oh-so-called studious teacher.

As a prince of Hyangsu Kingdom, you were called to attend the Hwang Prince’s birthday ball, and attending this party was of your at most displeasure since you just wanted to have a relaxing break from your studies.

It was a 21st birthday after all, the age where you’re supposed to find a possible suitor and you just didn’t want to see girls fawning over someone.

You sighed in annoyance as your butler comes rushing with different clothes from your wardrobe, ranging from the royal-tailored attire, elegant clothing to a more casual one.

“Just pick me something that looks presentable as Prince, please.” you mumble to him as you glared him down causing him to tremble at your passive-aggressive tone.

You didn’t even know why they’re so serious about this, you’ve went to many royal banquet and events before, and none of them have ever got your parents or workers so.... worked up.

Is it because the Hwang Kingdom was one of the most powerful in the continent? You wanted to scoff at that thought but you may not be wrong.

In the end of playing a game of picking clothes with your butler, he picked a white suit with gold lines tattered over it, it had a gold plating at the shoulder, a red silk belt matching with the red silk long half-blouse, and white pants accompanied by white boots with a red sole.

After getting dressed you walked down to the lounge, waiting for the caravan to arrive.

You were a bit rude and snappy to people, you hated if they interrupted you one bit, not to mention you were sarcastic and people find it hard to win arguments about you. The only things people really liked about you are your looks and brains, you actually had a brain, unlike those snobby rich prince and princesses — who thinks they own the whole world, and the only aspect that are important to them are looks and money.

You sigh as you wait for the royal caravan to arrive.

. . . .

After minutes and minutes of waiting, “Sire?! The caravan is here, the carriage you are going to stay in is ready outside the palace gates.” your butler said fast, fixing his tie and cleaning his monocle afterwards.

You nodded and stood up to walk over to the gates, without command or words exchanged — the guards opened it as soon as they saw you walk down the path. Bowing respectfully at your presence which you answered with a simple “Thank you.”

You hum at the sight of the royal carriage — colored white with intricate designs and patterns made with real gold and of course, the family crest at the side of it.

A knight in a silver suddenly came out of the royal carriage, removing his helmet and smiling as he waved at you.

You let out a small smile back to him, Ah, the one and only Lee Minho, “Minho.” you spoke, reaching out to shake his hand, to which he gladly obliged.

“Y/N. Always a pleasure to see the prince. Well, if you were a bit more excited about this.” He teased, letting out a few snorts. Petting your head while constantly laughing amusedly.

“I’ll stick a fork in your eye one of these days, you stupid knight.” You gave him a death glare as a warning.

“Ah, Prince, you’re so kind~” he grinned, winking at you too, you rolled your eyes at his behaviour. He was always like this, flirty and sometimes egotistic. You didn’t mind it though since he is an amazing duelist and mentor. He isn’t a King’s guard for no reason.

But one day, his cocky attitude is gonna bite him in the ass.

You grumbled and moved forward to the royal carriage, “Lino, you should move, we can’t be late remember?” You tsked, giving Minho a smirk.

“Whatever.” He spoke up in an sassy tone, you snorted at him, to which he glared at you.

He entered inside the carriage, with you slowly following right after.

After entering inside, you sat down at one side while Minho sat near you. It was spacious inside as expected and a small window was also in place.

You had no interest in staying awake for 3 hours during the ride so you decided to take a nap.

“You could use my shoulder, you know?” He teased, patting his shoulder while smirking at you.

“Shut up.” you mumble as you shifted a bit so your head could rest more comfortably against the wall.

As much as you wanted to just sleep laying down at the long couch-like thingy where you’re sat at, you can’t because this stupid knight is watching you.

And the last thing you want is him, teasing you for being less than ‘formal’.

Slowly, the sounds around you seem to deafen itself out causing you to relax your shoulders and fall asleep regardless whether Minho is there watching your every move.

Opening your eyes as you felt someone poke your cheek, your eyes drifted slowly to the side. You were eye to eye with the knight, faces inches apart.

Your recently droopy eyes from sleeping — shot open in panic, “W-What are you doing!” you stuttered, leaning back from him which made him grin.

“We’re at the city, prince~” He pets your hair, running his hand through it softly.

You glowered and slapped his hand away, “Ugh, keep your hands to yourself, Lino.” you tried to glare the knight down.

“Ah, Feisty.” he smiled back at you to which you responded with a scowl making him laugh loudly.

“No need to be so aggressive~” Minho winked making you just look away and give up, you ignored him and looked out through the window, finding the surrounding endearing.

The loud chattering from the outside is muffled by the walls of the carriage, from at first glance, this was a very happy city.

It has a warm and vibrant tone to it.

. . .

The carriage comes to a sudden halt after riding in what seems to be a hill due to how it felt riding it earlier, the ground was sloped upwards.

The coachman driving the carriage suddenly spoke up, “We’re here, sire.” he spoke up, muffled by the wooden walls but you caught it.

With a sigh, you opened the door and slowly stepped down — your eyes widening at the sight of the towering castle.

It had a wonderful structure, the stone bricks perfectly fit into one another and of course the Hwang family crest adorned the flags that were raised.

Your kingdom’s castle was in no means small but it pales in comparison to that.

Looking around at the surroundings, you saw that a lot of royals were around, some you recognized and some that you had no idea where they came from.

You looked far and noticed the view of the capital at the city which you saw while taking a ride.

“...Prince Y/N.” After getting lost in a little bubble after staring at the refreshing view, Minho was nudging your shoulder.

“Hm? What is it?” you said, looking at him with raised eyebrows as you fixed the tie of your suit.

He rolled his eyes, “Did you even hear what I said?” he glared, tapping his foot on the ground multiple times.

“Would I be asking you if I did?” you shot back, clicking your tongue in annoyance as you waited for his answer.

He groaned at your attitude, “You have to sign up to enter the castle. Lose the attitude too, prince.” he said in a careless tone, looking at you with his icy glare.

“Who are you to talk like that to me, knight..?” you scowled at him as you stood your ground firmly.

What was happening now was in contrast to earlier, this was a more serious battle between you and Minho. These were times were usually one of the houseworkers back at your kingdom, steps in to stop both of you and succeeded most of the time.

To be honest though, this fight shouldn't escalate at all.

. . .

From the distance though, someone was watching both of you in amusement, “The party hasn’t even started and they’re bickering all ready.”

“Chan if you could stop them, please?” The man with long black hair commanded to the person next to him.

The knight fixed his posture and nodded, “Of course, my prince.”

“You can call me by my name, you know? We’ve been friends for a long time.” the long-haired man chuckled.

“Still need to use honorifics, sire.” the shorter smiled at the taller before leaving to stop the heated glare-down and exchange of insults at the entrance.

He took one last glance at the royal that was bickering with a knight, finding him amusing but at the same time, he found him interesting.

“Might need to keep an eye on that one.” he hummed to himself before going back inside the castle.

. . .

Minho just recently called you a brat and undeserving of being called a prince of your kingdom, he even mentioned your brother, the crown prince — next in line to the throne — he says of how your brother is just better than you in every way. This sends a devastating pang to your heart as this was not only hurtful to your pride but in a way, he also disregards all your hard work.

“Fuck you. You have no rights to tell me this. You are not my brother nor my parents. You are merely a fucking knight!” you said, shouting the last part.

Your own eyes are tinted with anger, wanting to choke the life out of your escorting knight.

“What, isn’t what all I said was t—”

An applaud was heard from the near distance, cutting Lino off and causing your head to turn to the source of sound.

The man with the curly locks and a pretty face bowed to your direction, “The opening ceremony of the party is starting soon, Prince Hyangsu Y/N. I suggest you sign the guest book and head on inside.” he smiles at you, dimples shown causing you go soften your look.

“While you,” he said sighing after, pointing to Minho with a finger.

“...Fellow knight, let’s chit chat for a bit.” he coughed and grabbed Minho’s hand — dragging him away despites the struggling knight's protest.

You looked around and noticed some of the royals still outside, staring at you with a hint of disappointment probably because of your fight with Minho.

You grumbled, annoyed and angry at the disrespectful knight — you'll most likely have to talk with Minho after this god-forsaken party.

. . .

A yawn almost slipped out of your mouth as the host of the party or ball, at this point you question which is it. The speech lacked any entertainment of the sorts causing you to just listen with half-lidded eyes.

Then came the introduction of the Prince that is having their born day.

A tall man suddenly came out of the curtains, aura filled with confidence and pride, gleaming and filling the room. You inspected his face and not gonna lie, he was indeed pretty, prettier than most princes you have seen — Long black locks neatly tied up in a ponytail, alluring eyes, thick and kissable li— You snapped out of your little bubble after noticing that you were checking the Hwang, this is not good.

You turned away from the center of attention and looked for your small group of friends but felt as if someone was boring holes into your skull.

Turning back, only to see no one staring at you but instead just the continuous blah blah blah’s by the Hwang Prince.

Sighing, you continue to scout the palace room for any signs of a certain fox-eyed brat, someone who dressed too dark and a ray of sunshine.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance when you still haven’t spotted the trio.

. . .

The Prince finally stopped talking and just announced that the dance will start in about an hour, giving his guests — free time to converse with one another.

After going through a sea of screaming princesses that want to marry him, you sighed in relief and just wished to leave this place. That is, until you finally caught a glimpse of a familiar royal. Finally.

You poked the shoulder of the foxy prince which startled him, almost causing him to spill his red drink over his royal wear. “God, Y/N, couldn’t you just approach me like a normal person.” he tutted.

Then returned his dimpled smile, he hugged you with one hand unable to engulf with his arms due to the drink he was holding.

“I thought you didn’t go to this clownfest.” you sighed, your words having a sarcastic tone.

“Me? Yang Jeongin wouldn’t miss a ball, especially one that is hosted by one of the richest kingdoms.” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink.

“Is that wine or juice? Also, why are you talking in third person?” you stared at him with confusion.

“This is red water.” he sassed mockingly causing you to roll your eyes and flick his forehead a bit too hard with your index finger.

“Ow!” Jeongin squinted his eyes at you.

He pulls on your ear at payback which you took easily before yawning and looking at the clock impatiently. You wanted to return home and sleep, and also give Minho a lecture.

“Where’s Bin and Lix?” you piped up before taking a seat at the small seat near a pillar, curiously scouting the again for signs of them.

He sighed and sat down right next to you, “Felix-hyung is hunting for more exotic food, since he liked the Shark meat a bit too much and well...” he trailed off, taking a sip of his drink and clearing his throat.

“Bin-hyung is getting flirted slash hitted on again by Prince Jisung of the Han Kingdom. I thought the he already gave up but nope. He still pursuing the Bin booty.” Jeongin chuckled, calling over a roaming waiter for a refill to which the worker happily obliged

You laughed at that since Han has been shooting hearts at Changbin for a long time and always had flirted with him at different parties. Changbin had always rejected his advances though.

“Also they sent a new representative from the Kim kingdom. I’ve never seen him before. Looks cute though, might be your type.” Jeongin said, nudging your shoulders and pointing at a specific direction. Your eyes raked over the prince’s form, charming and handsome but at the same time cute — He was leaning back at the wall, also drinking something.

You grumbled though, this is once again Jeongin trying to hook you up with someone again. It didn’t end well last time — The last prince, Jeongin hooked you up was Prince Yeonjun — All he wanted was sex though, causing you to immediately cut off ties with said prince, leaving a bit heartbroken at that since he only said that he wanted sex after you already spent the night together.

“Not this again, Innie.” you tsked, crossing your arms around your chest.

“Come onnn~.. I thought Yeonjun liked you a lot, he stared at you a lot during Taehyun’s party” Jeongin mumbles since he knows, that you don't like fooling around with people who didn’t even have a single interest on being on an actual relationship.

He felt bad matching you up with him, since he thought that was time you actually would get out of the singles’ list.

He nudged you and tilted his head to the Kim prince’s direction, “He’s walking over here.”

Your head immediately snapped to him, “Did he notice me staring at him earlier?!” you whispered nervously.

He raised his shoulders as he doesn’t know but you could already hear his evil mind spouting not-so-good ideas when he let out a grim grin.

“Well.....~ Y/N, I have to go find Felix, I kinda wanna try the shark meat, Ok byeeeee~” he said as if he was in a rush but this was just a part of his scheme.

“Jeongin, wait, don’t lea—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was out of sight, the man was already extremely near you, his eyes never leaving your own.

You gulp, not knowing what to do in this situation.

In a mere second, you were face to face with the unfamiliar prince. He looked down at you with a emotionless face before sitting down next to you.

“My name is Kim Seungmin, yours?” He spoke with a honey-laced voice crossing his legs as he looked at you with curious eyes.

A smirk was starting to form at the corner of his lips before you opened your mouth to speak.

But nothing came out

He was attractive but he had soft features and an aura that resonates well with his features. He had this cute puppy-look to him but by that smirk he isn’t all that rainbows and sunshines.

Now, this is totally not good.

Little did Y/N know someone was watching this interaction in the distance, a prince than seems to be allured to you ever since he saw you within the crowd. He doesn't seem happy though~

~ tbc

#kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #hyunjin x male reader #male reader #lgbtq #skz #hwang hyunjin #skz fics #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz aus #royal skz #kpop scenarios

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