#prince soap

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

A ghostsoap au prompt:

Warlord!Ghost and prince Soap that Ghost takes as a spoil from a defeated kingdom. He doesn't usually do that, but Johnny just captivated him with his beauty.

(ooor, maybe he was just gonna take the princess, Soap's sister, out of tradition without caring too much, but Johnny offered himself instead)

Ooh, that’s fun.

If we go the first way with it I reckon it could go one of two ways.

Ghost lays siege, storms the castle and finds a prince fighting tooth and nail against his men who are trying to capture him. It’s highly amusing for Ghost so he decides to wait it out, see how it all plays out and looking for an opening to grab the distracted man.

Once he finds it he quite literally trips Soap up, catching him in a dip and smiling toothily when he’s met with wide, grey eyes and a light blush. The prince recognises him immediately, glaring up at him and spitting curses in a language Ghost doesn’t have a hope of understanding, but it’s still wildly sexy and amusing for him.

It’s in that moment that he decides he’s taking him with him. It’s so out of the ordinary and sudden but this prince looks like he’s gonna be a lot of fun to play with and he’s not bad on the eyes so it’s a win win in Ghost’s book.

Or!

Ghost is laying siege, doing his thing and the second he sees Soap he just kinda stops. Like Soap still has his crown on and is very obviously a prince but he’s cutting down Ghost’s men without flinching and there’s fire burning behind him, lighting him up, and Ghost has never seen something so beautiful.

Then the prince is turning to him, the light reflecting off those grey eyes and sharp smile and Ghost is gone for the man.

They battle for a bit and Ghost cannot help but flirt with him, adrenaline and feral joy running through him when the prince returns it.

He decides that the man is gonna come with him whether he’s willing to or not cause Ghost can’t let a man like this slip through his fingers. Soap curses him to hell and back but Ghost saw the way interest sparked in his eyes while they were fighting and he’s confident he can kinder that into a proper feeling.

Now if we go the second way you were talking about I reckon the only reason Ghost is taking the princess is because he needs a bride and his parents had met through this same sort of method.

He had no plans of treating her like his father had treated his mother, will probably even let the woman go once he takes over cause he honestly has no interest in any of it. But then the prince is stepping in and Ghost can’t help the spark of interest that runs through him.

The man holds no fear when he offers himself in his sister’s stead, which means he’s either too brave or too stupid to realise how much danger he’s in. But when Ghost realises the only one actually putting up a fight against his offer is the princess, he realises there might be a bit more to it than that.

The prince meets Ghost head on, glaring up at him with a fire that burns brighter than the kingdom Ghost just laid siege to and it’s in that moment that he knows he’s gonna marry the prince.

He’s still not gonna treat the man like his father would but he’s gonna try his damndest to woo the man and he’s fucking determined to make him his bride. Wedding dress or not.

[mccutcheon121]

The beginning ❤️

prince soap is no stranger to assassination attempts. while they’re not frequent occurrences, they happen often enough that they’ve since lost their… effect.

he’s had guards fend off his attackers, has defended himself against assassins. but he finds his most efficient method of keeping his life is distraction—acting so nonchalant, anticipating every move, talking about whatever comes to mind. he manages to both charm and confuse assassins until their capture, and he honestly finds it quite entertaining.

the newest attempt had been by a man named ghost—mysterious as ever, terrifying as ever, soap hadn’t even heard him slip into his room like he does most. but he feels a presence, and that’s what has him speaking to silence:

“it’s rude to sneak up on someone, you know.”

a shift in the air, but no response. not even a breath. soap turns from his desk, mildly startled by the imposing figure cloaked in black.

“come to kill me, have you? like all the others.”

the assassin tilts his head almost curiously, before a deep, rough voice is suddenly invading the quiet. “not the first time, then?” he quips.

soap shakes his head, the edges of a grin creeping up on his face. they usually never engage in conversation. “hardly. though i have to say i’m impressed by your stealth.”

the assassin mockingly bows his head. he says nothing, and soap huffs, having been so excited by the prospect of talking with one of the people sent to kill him.

he pushes to his feet, only taking a single step toward the figure, testing. “well? are you going to kill me or what?”

dark eyes regard soap for a long, silent, tense moment. soap finds himself wishing to see beyond the assassin’s mask.

a low hum of consideration, a minute shake of the head. “not just yet,” he decides.

soap scoffs, glancing away to hide the roll of his eyes, to emphasize his exasperation—but once he turns back, somehow the assassin has already vanished.

disappointing, soap thinks.

but little did he know, that his and ghost’s song and dance were only just beginning.

[deargaz]

mini poly!141 x reader at the end.

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

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

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

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

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

[connorsui]

Why is he sooooo!?!?!?! And his PERSONALITY is soOoOOo!?! And his FACE is sooo!?! And his VOICE SOO!?!?! And his EYES are sooo!?!? And he makes me feel SoOoOoO!?!?!?!?

EVERY LITTLE DETAIL

EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT HIM

[deathblossomm]

new photos of Neil at POOPH Critics Choice Luxury Lounge

[temeyes]

Can I request a merman ghost x soap

Or

Mermen tf 141

soap finds the most dangerous trinkets under the sea, i swear

[qsoap-righthere]

jon and dami on babysitting duty again

(if u didn't see my pinned post, i'll be posting on this acc for now lol just carrying on the regular posting)

[saucywendeee]

👻🧼 - Fantasy AU Dark Mage/Prince

[qsoap]

how a regular tuesday babysitting lizzie goes for jon and damian

[s0fter-sin]

prince!ghost and lord in waiting!soap

ghost is a warrior prince, next in line after king price and it’s always been accepted he would be the lone ruler; never one for entertaining the courts or indulging foreign rulers trying to consolidate their power. he hardly acts like a prince at all, in name only when he spends more time as a pseudo captain of the guard. price has never begrudged him that, not when he himself has been a lone king since his inauguration

though he’s a warrior prince, he’s never lost the favour of the people; many see him as a guardian even if he doesn’t interact with the people as much as benevolent and stalwart king price. who he does interact with is the kingdom’s children; always ready to bend a knee and listen to bright voices, to praise stick swords and shields or hear the plight of a struggling family. it was a common belief that if he wasn’t out protecting, then he was with the protected; face covered, blonde curls shining in the sun

soap’s always loved ghost. as his lord in waiting, it’s been his job to attend him since they were young and even as a child, he’d idolised him; his skills in battle, his surety. he thought his life would be nothing but service, clothing a brat prince and making sure his shoes shined. but ghost has proven more than that; he treats him as an equal, consults him on strategy and court politics and over time that idolisation turned into love

and ghost has always felt the same. he’d begrudged the idea of a lord in waiting, not wanting someone always in his business but then came this spitfire who never missed an opportunity to push back on him; to make him dig deeper. johnny is more than some mere servant; he’s his confidant, his best friend, his… everything. he could be simon with him, not prince ghost

but simon figures that out too late

king price gets word from king shepherd, a kingdom they’ve only recently stopped feuding with and he’s offering up his son, prince graves, as a way to bond their kingdoms together and firmly put war behind them. price is ready to deny him, he doesn’t fear war from shepherd, when he sends some ancient laws that leave him unable to refuse. he hates it, hates that he’s ruining ghost’s happiness and feels like he’s betraying his adopted son but there’s nothing he can do

graves comes to their kingdom within the month and it’s clear from the moment he walks through their gates that he’s the opposite of ghost; arrogant and conceited, his ceremonial armour glossy and untouched by battle. he’s dismissive of their servants, of their ways, of their people and ghost hates him

graves insists that the wedding happen as soon as possible, pushing the craftsmen and cooks beyond their limits to prepare and every moment ghost spends with him, the more he dreads his wedding day. every evening he retreats to his room, exhausted, and it’s all johnny can do to keep him afloat; trying to keep him positive as ghost falls away and simon breaks in his arms. he wants to whisk him away like the old tales, the pain his oldest friend and love is in making his heart ache but all he can do is promise to be there with him

but it seems graves wants to take even him away

“soap’s been my lord in waiting since we were children,” ghost protests, voice barely clinging to civility. “i wouldn’t want to lose such a valuable worker.”

“there are plenty of decent servants in our kingdom; you’ll forget this one soon enough,” graves waves away, carding a possessive hand over his curls and it’s only bc he’s looking for it that soap sees ghost’s jaw twitch beneath his neck gaiter. “it’s custom for one marrying into our kingdom to embrace all that it has to offer, leaving who they were behind to become someone better. you’re entering a new life with me; you don’t need the baggage of this dreary place.”

soap feels sick as he walks behind them, his blank expression hiding all sign of his breaking heart.

“soap is beholden to me,” ghost declares. “we were sworn together by the old laws. i’m afraid a custom isn’t enough for me to break a vow to the gods.”

graves lets out a disgruntled noise, tugging harshly at one of ghost’s curls with only a thin veil of fondness; his conceding smile not reaching his eyes.

“i never made a vow to the gods,” johnny points out later. “price gave me to you because he was sick of me setting fire to the kitchens.”

simon hums and sets his freshly cleaned armour aside, turning to him with a twinkle in his eyes he’s barely seen since sheperd’s missive. “you pinkie swore that you would never leave me; that’s more powerful than any promise to the gods,” he says and soap’s thrown back fifteen years, to a willow tree big enough to touch the sky; to two boys from different stations who didn’t care that one was dressed in silk and the other in scraps.

johnny feels a lightness he hasn’t in a month as simon winks at him. “besides, do you really think graves is smart enough to figure it out?”

the days pass quickly, graves’ veneer of affection growing ever thinner, and before either of them are ready, it’s the eve of ghost’s wedding.

he’s said nothing, done nothing but stare at the wedding robes graves had tailored for him in the fashion of his kingdom and johnny doesn’t know how to break the silence. he draws out each second as he fusses with the cape piece and ensures the shoes shine in the fire light until he has no more excuses.

he sighs as he straightens up, brushing off polish onto his pants. “i suppose this is where i leave you,” he says with a weak smile but it quickly dies when simon still doesn’t look at him. “i’ll be here in the morning to help you get ready… good night, simon.”

johnny bows and makes for the door, trying to convince himself he didn’t just say goodbye.

but he’s stopped by simon’s hand loosely wrapping around his wrist.

he looks back as simon finally tears his eyes away from the robes, looking at him with such clear longing it almost brings him to his knees.

“i don’t want graves to be the first man to touch me, johnny,” he confesses and johnny’s breath hitches. “i don’t want to be married to another… not when the one i’m set to wed isn’t you. but if i have to do this… please let me feel loved one final time.”

simon’s thumb brushes the back of his hand; their kingdom’s greatest warrior caressing him with a touch light as silk. he doesn’t pull johnny in, doesn’t need to; johnny’s already sinking into his touch.

desperation and love tinge every movement; johnny dancing his fingers over simon’s neck gaiter until he all too happily removes it, baring his scarred cheeks and lips. johnny kisses each one, willing his love and his touch to linger above all others as they move together; sharing breath, sharing body, sharing soul the way they wish they always have.

when ghost makes his way down the aisle, it’s not in the fine embroidered robes graves had laid out for him. he’s in his battle armour; dark and weathered, the sign of the ghost, the warrior prince, going to battle. the only thing missing is his helm, tucked under his arm.

showing his hair; curls gone and shaved tight to his skin.

a thing done only in a time of great mourning.

graves looks irate and it’s the only spark of joy ghost feels as he stops before the altar; set beneath the willow tree where johnny promised himself to him. one final insult.

ghost is silent throughout the ceremony and in spirit and in grief, so is the entire gathered kingdom until the priestess reaches the final vows and suddenly, a great roar rises above the crowd as seemingly every child in the kingdom swarms the altar.

ghost is too shocked to do anything but let them push him away from graves, bullying their way between them like they’re preparing to protect him just as he’s always protected them.

graves is furious but the children stand firm in the face of his threats until he moves to strike one-

and freezes as soap’s blade finds his throat.

“you would dare hurt these children?” he growls, sword following graves as he stumbles back. “you’ve kept up your charade the entire time and here is where you show your true colours. i think it’s time i show mine.”

graves splutters as johnny turns to the priestess and king price, falling to one knee and offering up his blade. “your grace, i wish to challenge prince graves for the hand of prince simon!”

his voice rings clear and he feels the eyes of every person in the kingdom.

but he only cares for one man.

who is watching him with more love than he’s ever felt.

“who are you to challenge me?” graves sneers. “you’re nothing more than a servant; no better than the dirt on my boots.”

johnny doesn’t bother to look at him, too caught in the love in simon’s eyes and the grateful look on king price’s face. “then you should have nothing to worry about. you’ve been crowing your accolades from the rooftops since you got here; let’s see if you live up to the hype.”

because simon only ever introduced him as his lord in waiting.

never as sir soap- his second in command and one of the greatest swordsmen their kingdom has ever seen.

[ghouljams]

I want to ask why is Moon a nun? Mostly I know it’s cuz she’s using it as a mask but how does she get the idea to be one? Does she have family who are religious?

I've mentioned it before but in the US in some (deeply) red states there are laws on the books that prohibit single women living together past like 4 roommates, because the state then qualifies that as a brothel. This rule does not apply to nuns. Thus Moon gets to have like 6 roommates and split the mortgage on a giant house 7 ways as long as they all pretend to be a convent of nuns. This is also a great cover for their moonshine operation because all the money collected for liquor sales gets laundered through the "church" as donations.

On a more OC note: Moon was raised in Tennessee and the gang doesn't really know much past that. Soap knows she definitely isn't Catholic, and she doesn't seem to have a problem helping out the local church, but she also doesn't come off as all that religious. She doesn't talk about her family, but does talk about her rebellious phase(that never left) which has certain connotations.

In my own little character analysis, I think Moon probably grew up in an abusive household, maybe not physical but definitely emotionally/psychologically. She has a lot of extreme self doubt for someone who doesn't give that impression, and her hyper-independence is a red flag that something definitely happened to her. Religion might have factored into that, which makes her choice to masquerade as a nun even more of a "fuck you" to whatever powers that be.

Idk, honestly for all of Moon's personality and character she's a very blank slate. She has whatever past you want her to have.

[octopiys]

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

MY IDEAS ARE BACK IM SO EXCITED

[mccutcheon121]

Ooh this is soo good! And I’m not one usually a fan of non modern stories but I’m loving this 😍😍

haha wow guys…. can’t believe you’re making me write a part two of this…… haha ok if you insist….

-

the sting of soap’s disappointment following the most recent assassination attempt is shortly resolved when only a week later, as he reads in the candlelight, he feels the cool press of a blade gentle against his throat.

he’s smiling before he can stop himself. there could only be one person silent enough to manage such a trick.

“back so soon?” he asks the shadow. he closes his book, careful to keep still. the blade wasn’t meant to hurt unless he moved.

a low hum. “thought i might catch you off guard the second time.”

“sorry to disappoint.” soap feels the pressure disappear, and slumps back in his seat. he lolls his head back to peer up at the assassin, who looms over him, staring with that same dark, piercing gaze.

“don’t worry,” the assassin consoles. “you could never disappoint, your majesty.”

soap laughs. “isn’t it too early to be making assumptions like that? we’ve hardly met.”

a gloved hand, still partially curves around the hilt of a blade, draws a line across soap’s jaw. a gentle caress, met by the bitter kiss of cold steel as his assassin shifts his hold.

“that’s all i need,” the assassin teases. “you’re an easy read.”

soap scoffs, letting his head fall back forward. the assassin makes his steps audible as he backs away.

“well, at least give me a name before you disappear again,” he pleads. “so i know whose title might leave my lips when you inevitably succeed.”

a pensive silence, consideration that soap should not be allowing such a man.

“ghost,” he finally offers.

“ghost,” soap echoes, almost wistfully. he isn’t surprised, when he turns in his chair and sees that ghost is gone yet again.

soap sighs, though his disappointment this time is brief. a second visit is no coincidence—something tells him ghost would most certainly return.

and the prince already finds himself anticipating that very moment.

[atopvisenyashill]

and when it’s revealed that bloodraven was called to the true north by the last greenseer who used the “open your third eye and i’ll help you fly” metaphor and that’s why bloodraven used it in an attempt to lure euron and then bran north, but then we meet the last greenseer and it was bran the whole time so bloodraven was taught by bran and then taught bran who will go on to teach bloodraven what then!!

[redr0sewrites]

so yall really werent gonna tell me ab this...

i am going to commit atrocities. why is he crying.

ANYWAYS THE OTHER ELF MIGHT BE HIS LOVE INTEREST SO THATS COOL!!!! IM CURRENTLY TRYING TO BEAT OFF THE LITTLE VOICE IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD SCREAMING THAT SHOULD BE ME WITH A STICK 😇

[flatulily]

Rayla gushing over the funny soaps felt familiar. I just realized it parallels Callum being excited over the flowers in S3 (‘: