#yeahhhh i love a royal au

[wttcsms]

thinking abt a royal au with crown prince!character who’s set to inherit the throne. every king needs a wife, and who better to be his than the princess of your kingdom. the betrothal contract is signed quickly, and as the princess’s beloved lady-in-waiting, you are accompanying her to character’s kingdom. loyal to your princess, you do everything in your power to ensure no harm comes to her, including mishaps in her love life. you’ve pushed away many unworthy suitors for her, and it is only to you that she confesses that she doesn’t want to marry character. she’s in love with her knight, and begs you to find a way to make character seem unsuitable so she can get out of this arrangement. as her first lady-in-waiting, you have to do anything for her. as her best friend (maybe her only friend), you want to save her from a fate she didn’t choose.

character has heard rumors of the strict, cold lady that the princess keeps by her side. for generations, your family has kept in good favor with the royal family, and your own father serves as one of the king’s aides. if you make a convincing enough argument that character is unfit to be wed to the darling princess of your kingdom, the engagement will be called off. character is somewhat aware of this, and because he considers marriage to be a political partnership and nothing more, the princess would make the best partner. this means he actually has to make an effort to woo, not the princess, but you if he wants this wedding to happen.

depending on who gets picked, character can either be a notorious playboy who is rumored to have frequent bed partners during his bachelor days + he’s very charming and quite cocky. he thinks his wit and pretty face is enough to sweep you off your feet & he’s constantly teasing you. OR, character gives off very cold vibes but he’s a total softie deep down inside. he’s not good with affectionate words, but everything he says is genuine. no one has ever seen him smile.

regardless, the fic would focus on the intimacy of tiny distances. when he passes you in the halls of the castle, his hands are by his side but his fingers reflexively outstretch, as if trying to reach for you. when you and the princess exit out of a carriage and approach him, he always has to stop himself from greeting you first, for reaching for your hand first. when he realizes that marriage can be something more than a business partnership, he has to confront himself and ask why he’s wooing you — because he wants to get in your good graces so you let the princess marry him or because it’s your affection that he wants? tortured by the knowledge that the more time you spend with the crown prince, the less insufferable he gets, you regretfully inform the princess that he’s just too perfect. you can’t find fault with him, and you know that once the princess gets married and becomes queen, you’ll be free to go home and find a husband for yourself.

when character finds out that you won’t be staying and why you’ll be leaving once the wedding goes through, he finds you. the two of you are in a forgotten room of the castle, alone. every step he takes forward, you take one back, until you’re blocked by a desk and there’s no room for you to escape.

“you may not forgive me, but i cannot marry the princess, and i certainly can’t let you leave.” his voice is low and desperate and with your naive ears, you can’t detect the longing behind his words. before you can ask him what he means, he kisses you.

the crown prince, your lady’s betrothed, is kissing you. your first kiss! a kiss meant to be shared with your betrothed on your wedding day! and yet—

you’re kissing him back.

[brunettebombshells-world]

Hey everyoneee! I passed all my exams and I did very well so sorry for my break I didn’t warn you :(!

I’ve been reposting a lot but that’s not what I want to talk with you rn 😸

I’ve had this idea since 10 minutes ago and omg I know I could never write that but well I can still try if no one wanna do it😭🤣

So the idea of Blue Lock’s boys but mermaid realm au !!!

I’m fascinated by mermaids and I thought of a serie where instead of fighting for ranks to become the best striker in Blue Lock they would be fighting for being the close guard to the royal family of mermaids yk ?!!!?

And !!!!!

The reader (a woman, I’ll explain why) is the one who’s chosen for this because she literally beat them at every tests and surprisingly they (blue lock boys) aren’t jealous, in fact they’re quite amazed and proud(?)

Why the reader should be a woman ? Because I find it better and more changing to have a woman who beat hundreds of men in what they think they are the strongest ! The pronouns, they/them preferably !

I don’t have anything at all with non-binary or male readers but I find this idea super interesting and since I’m a feminist I find it real cool!

To not forget the reader’s personality ! I’ve read so many stories where the reader who’s a female/woman is too much sexualized/infantilized or described as all kind and such, don’t mistake me you can be very kind and also strong and independent at the same time but wouldn’t it be better to have a reader who has a backstory and who can show feelings and does not accept comments about what she does as a woman compared to a man ?

So! The reader’s personality ! Very cold and distant at first but knows how to show feelings towards people in need, protective (that’s their job basically☠️), independent (they be like ‘I don’t need no man to save me I’m strong enough 😡!’) and the rest you choose or I’ll do if I write the story but yeahhhh!

I hope you will understand what I mean !

Love y’all 💋💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

[iworshipsappho]

I don't know about your OC but I want to know so for the OC's pride asks, 21. Free ramble card wee

HEY ABHIIIII I LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS HELL FUCKING YEAHHHH

ok so uhm ceres first i suppose. i talk about her a lot bc im quite honestly obsessed with her and have been for a while, as is my right. anyways so uhm i started like thinking about ceres when i started getting into dnd so shes very dnd based even tho i havent really played any ttrpg. they are an earth genasi that loves woodwrking and foxes. moss used to be an ex-royal but got cast out/left for reasons i am yet to know of. so he lives in solitude bc they dont really do people (she's aroace and genderfluid btw!!) so uhm like ive said, they love woodworking, stone carving like in pebbles and shit. AND OH THE NAME!!!!! I love talking about ceres's nameeee ehhehehehe so like greek mythology and space are 2 of my biggest interests ever right. so ceres is the roman name of demeter bc i always knew i wanted ceres to have smth to do with nature and ceres is also the closest dwarf planet to our sun!!!! its in the asterid belt between mars and jupiter!!!! heheh SO YEAH THATS THE ORIGIN OF THEIR NAME AND I LOVEEE ITTT

moving on to yazhini!!!! so yazhini is basically a borderline self insert into a rwrb au that ive created primarily in my head. i havent written out much but i love her so much already!!!! so she grew up in south india, chennai to be more specific. moved to new york for college met alex yada yada. shes a lesbian btw. WOOOO LESBIANS!!!! she has wavy-curly hair and being in a place away from home made her love the indian part of her way more than she did before!! they love the colour green and try to incorporate it into every outfit. so basically the idea of this au is uhm yazh and alex go to india to attend a wedding of yazhini's cousin. and they meet henry there bc he's accompanying shaan bc the groom is shaan's relative or whatever. no royals, no one is famous i just need my boys in TN and also i love yazhini and i think its really healthy that i make an oc to let myself love my culture ykn

so yeag!!!! :33

💜

[supernovaa-remnant]

never watched the movie but i know the storyline and honestly, everything where you can turn wil into a royal is a yes for me lmao

one day i will write a proper au and i will have dream call him little prince because that name is something that makes me go a bit insane...

anyway back to the original point, wonderful idea stella, i support you. just thinking about dream falling in love with wil and then also realizing he's the royal he saved years ago afsgdhaf I LOVE THIS

this movie was, like, I don't wanna say an integral part of my childhood, but it was significant (it was one of my mother's favorite movies, too)

I will say that this movie did eventually lead to me reading through all the wikipedia pages for the last generation of the Romanov family ahkjsdhsjdhskjhdsjs which tbh was a very interesting read I do recommend

ALSO!! ALSO!!! Once Upon A December???? BANGER SONG

but yeahhhh royal wilbur is a really fun trope I think.. it fits him well

at first I was a bit iffy on roles because I feel like c!wil can also fit charismatic conman, but ultimately I felt like the entire story could fit together more if wil was anastasia and sbi was the rest of the royal family (rip sbi </3) (except techno tho he survives)

uhhhh so anyway dteam would probably be a little group of criminals/conmen because, y'know, struggling to survive in the world etc etc.

dream and sapnap used to work at the palace, and george was actually some noble kid who was at the party when the attack happened (sapnap saved/kidnapped george, and dream helped get wilbur to safety like dimitri did for anastasia in the movie :3)

techno isn't wilbur's brother, but he was really good friends with Phil and also had some high standing or smth, and he was trying to escape with wilbur bc he couldn't get to anyone else in time, but oh noooo they get separated, wilbur falls and hits his head and gets amnesia, and you know the rest.

(also: niki knew wilbur when they were younger—idk how yet—but she also survived and is with techno. they're doing their best to find wilbur).

anyway 10/10 movie I do recommend everyone should go see it

[gay-flyboys]

Questions for Fic Writers

No one tagged me but I like stats and info and shit so I wanted to do this. "Keep reading" bc it's long and I don't hate you guys

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

34! On my main, 2 on my alt, and 1 anon. Would be closer to 42-45 but I went through a bender early this year and deleted/orphaned a lot of works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

221,775 (plus the ~16k I'm editing rn) (not including the 2 on my alt)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only RWRB, though I wrote the most for Top Gun (both movies) and Julie and the Phantoms (most of those are what I deleted tho lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

True Colors Shine in Darkness and in Secrecy (WIP) (RWRB)

Visceral In Doses (Top Gun)

Take All Of Me (Top Gun)

And I Am Your Tree (Young Royals)

Grit Your Teeth Another Time (Top Gun)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes if I feel like I have nothing to add to them, I won't, but I generally try to give thanks at least.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have a LOT lmao I love angst, so. By fandom + Main angst content:

Top Gun (2 Main canon character deaths)

Real Genius (Offscreen Character Death)

JATP (Referenced canon character death + funerals!)

Young Royals (Uhhh grief? It's post-S1)

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse (Main character death)

Hunger Games (SA, as a fade to black)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, by fandom bc I have several:

Top Gun (Hangster, Valentines day, post-canon fic)

Young Royals (5+1 of Wille being carried+carrying someone)

JATP (Willex Valentine's Day date. Pure fluff. So much fluff.)

RWRB (Henry character study, mix of pre and post-canon)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

OMG so one person (I assume, diff accs but it was anonymous) left several hate comments on a fic I wrote when I was like 16 so I deleted that shit immediately. Someone gifted me a fic afterward bc they felt bad LMAO. Nothing really since, though

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HAHAHAH yeahhhh. Idk how you'd classify it though? Like. I've got a variety of shit in there

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, not my style

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I can barely ask people to beta-read my fics, and making friends is hard. Asking to co-write might put me in the grave

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I have a few. I'm always soft for Barisi (SVU), Roy/Riza (royai?) (FMAB), and Willex (JATP), though

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Too many. A Barisi soulmate au I was rewriting. Icemav flower shop/pilot au, the entirety of Hangster as Exes as Youngblood. The TG/FMAB au I started. There's more. I have like 130 fics in my docs and over half of those are WIPs, so.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at writing physical touches, and movements. And I like to think I'm alright at descriptions

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get way too wordy with those mentioned above. I ramble a lot. Dialogue scares me, especially in smut (I worry I'll be too corny/porno-sounding). I basically don't do outlines unless the idea I have is really long, and even then they tend to be pretty frail and bare-bones.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I used to pretty frequently when I was writing Barisi, mostly pet names and stuff in Spanish. I no longer feel confident in writing other languages that I don't know, which limits me to English and describing ASL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh god. So it might have been Pokemon back when I was in elementary school. But I typically say Attack on Titan, the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I was friends with this one girl and would literally send, over Gmail, new chapters. I still have...most? of the writing in a doc and it is HORRENDOUS.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's not my best fic by any means, but I have a soft spot for I Hope We Make It (To The Other Side), which is a JATP fic that hit sooo many firsts for me. It was my first finished multi-chap fic, my first time plotting shit out. I think it was some of the longest writing I'd done at the time (my avg length of fic was like 2k and 3k for a long one). And I was SO PROUD of so many little things within it.

I also love Still Singin' Here Above The Ground, which is a RWRB fic that's pretty quiet but is just. Ugh. I'm really happy with how it turned out.

[just-emotional-trash]

Bill Cipher is a Demus fusion

I mean...

Absolute chaos

Fused with a sneaky lying snek?

Sounds like someone I know...

[countarganan]

"Heard you were in a relationship with the Gurak Prince, care to explain? Did you break up with him after you found out who he really is? Did you know it the entire time?"

@ribbedxgloves

“Firstly, about the breakup: It wasn’t so much a I broke up with him situation. More like: He left me after his identity was revealed, and he gave up on our relationship entirely.”

Arganan was definitely bitter about the fact that the man he loved had literally run away twice, now. 

“I offered him safety at my palace after his true identity as a Gurak was revealed. I don’t give a shit about what type of being he is. However, after the fact that he ran away a second time, after all that? I deserve better than his attitude to the relationship I tried to keep with him. It’s not fair to me if I keep trying to be with him and he keeps pushing me away. So, I’m moving on.”

He swallowed a bit, taking a deep breath, before finishing. “And to answer the last question: No, I did not know the entire time. Not until he revealed himself during the Gurak attacking at Azami’s engagement ball.”

[ganglylimbs]

Sharp Teeth and Bared Throats

Pairing: Trevor/Ryan/Gavin

Summary:  The King has a lot of fine things. Glittery jewels, silk pillows, and golden crowns. But the two things the King holds most dear are the pretty Courtesan and Advisor that warm his bed regularly. There are always whispers surrounding the three of them, but the King doesn't worry. His pretty boys have sharp teeth.

Notes: The boys are not good people, but at least they love each other. This is a King au with casual murder and violence. It’s completely self-indulgent and I have no regrets. 

If you would like to buy me a coffee, I would really appreciate it.

The market was busy, crowds of people pushing each other to get the supplies they need. Gavin easily blended in with the commoners in his sandy brown cloak and loose fitting clothes. He made sure to keep his head low as he moved with the crowd. Around him, he could hear people selling their wares, calling out their prices and trying to entice someone over to them.

“Warm furs! Skinned from the finest animals found outside the Kingdom! Warmest pelts you’ll ever find.”

“Fresh bread! Fresh bread!”

“Get your meat here! Bear meat, wolf meat, fox meat, beaver meat. All kind of exotic meats. Don’t like exotic? We have cow, pork, and chicken too.”

Gavin mumbled a low “Excuse me” as he pushed past a group gathered around someone selling fruit from the South and stopped in front of the stall where a young boy was shouting about meat. Gavin’s nose wrinkled at the bloody mess and idly wondered if he should buy anything.

“We need more.” A gruff voice said, somewhere to the right of him where two men were leaning in to talk to each other.

Michael would love a nice big piece.  Gavin thought. He bent down to expect the example slices. He’s been saying he hasn’t had anything as good as the bear meat he got when scouting around the Tillian Kingdom.

“The King will not let us have anymore. We’ve already exhausted the supplies he had allowed us.” The other man added, this one calmer than the first.

And Jeremy too. He deserves a reward for winning in that tournament.

“We’ll just tell him that the supplies never made it to us. That they got lost along the way. Obviously stolen by thieves. Or…we ask him if he even sent the supplies in the first place.” The first guy answered, sounding pleased with himself. Gavin could imagine the grin on his face, so sure of his clever plan.

“Are you mad? The King will have our heads the second those words leave your lips.”

“The King wouldn’t bother. Why would he, we are just some lowly builders.” The words were sneered. “I’m sure he will listen to my what I have to say. I have a golden tongue after all.”

Gavin smiled, something sharp about it, before looking up at the butcher. “Two large bear flanks, please.” He handed over the money and got a grunt in return as the man went to fulfill his order.

“This is a stupid plan and you are going to get us killed.” The second voice sounded resigned.

“Everything will be fine. The King doesn’t keep records, he has people for that. It should be easy to convince him that there was some mistake on his part.” The voices were fading, getting distant as they walked away. Gavin didn’t bother following. Instead, he hummed a soft tune, something he remembered his mother singing to him in his youth as he waited for his meat.

“Thank you.” Gavin said, grabbing his packages. He whistled as he continued to stroll through the market. He only stopped at one other place to pick up a trinket, something silly that he knew Trevor would laugh at, before heading towards the Palace.

                                                            ~

King Haywood sat high in his throne, hands resting lightly on the stone arms. Around him, candlelight flickered, creating shadows on the walls. It looked much darker in here, though he knew the sun was high in the sky. Red and gold decorated the walls, as well as Ryan’s coat of arms. Haywood could hear the soft mummers of his Court as they mulled around his throne room, already bored with today’s proceedings.

Haywood hid his smirk at the thought.

Below him, two of the builders from the 4th Quadrant kneeled before him, talking about how they were out of supplies and that the ones Haywood had granted before had not arrived. Well, one talked. The other would glance up at the King from time to time before remembering himself and looking back down. They were dressed in brown long sleeve tunics. The large red band wrapped around their arm displayed their title, the small one beneath that told the King that the black haired man was the leader of the project. He thinks the leader’s name is Reggie. Haywood watched them, face blank as he took everything in. As soon as Reggie fell silent, the King spoke.

“So you believe that your supplies were stolen?” Haywood spoke slowly, each syllable pronounced. He wanted to make sure there was no confusion about what he was asking.

“Yes, My King.”

“You are sure?”

“Yes, My King.”

Haywood hummed. He turned to the servant that stood by the base of his throne. “Kerry, get Advisor Pattillo. This issue needs to be fixed.” His eyes did not miss the way that two looked at each other, Reggie smiling.  “I’m glad that you brought this to my attention. Stealing from me is a serious crime, one that needs to be punished.”

“Of course, My King.”

Before the servant could reach it, the side door that leads deeper into his castle opened. Casually strolling through was a young man, with shaggy brown hair and the beginning of a beard. He was decked out in the royal colors, red clothes clinging to his body and gold hanging off of him. He gave the servant a cheery wave, green eyes bright as he told him. “I do not believe that will be necessary, My King.”

Kerry instantly skittered to the side and the rest of the Court suddenly took an interest. Haywood tilted his head. “Gavin. What has brought you here?” The two builders seemed agitated by the intrusion, shifting around and frowning at each other, though they did not say anything.

Gavin took no notice of them. Instead, he headed straight towards the King. “Oh, Ryan. Can’t I visit you every now and then? I get so bored, sitting around in my room all day.” Gavin lightly threw himself over the King’s lap, hands wrapped around broad shoulders.

Haywood did not move, face still blank. “But you did not stay in your room.”

“Noooo. I didn’t.” Gavin sighed, moving around so he was fully sitting up. He laid his head against Ryan’s chest. “I decided to entertain myself by going to the market today. Bought some meat, bought some jewelry. You know how I love my jewelry, really it’s been a month since you’ve bought me anything. I’m starting to think you’ve lost interest.” Ryan’s mouth twitched. “Oh, and I heard an interesting conversation.”  

“My King, I believe we were in the middle of something.” Reggie spoke up.

He was silenced by the cold look the King gave him.

Gavin grinned at the man, wide and full of teeth. “I think you will find this story interesting too. See, while I was buying my meat,  I overheard two men talking. Something about….oh what was it….”

He tilted his head, eyes meeting theirs. “Something about trying to trick the King out of building material?”

The room fell still. Like everyone was holding their breath. Waiting. Gavin had the builder’s attention now. The King’s face was still blank. All he said was “Oh?”

“Yeahhhh.” Gavin drew out the word, let it fall around them. “I thought I must have misheard them. Because who would try to trick the King, right?” Gavin’s laugh was carefree. It echoed off the room. “But then I find out that lovely Ryan here is meeting with a couple of builders who claim they lost their supplies. And I couldn’t help thinking to myself, where have I heard that before?” He paused, letting them draw their own conclusions. “Now isn’t that a coincidence.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Reggie said, after a moment. His partner was starting to look nervous.

“Hear that Ryan. Doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Well, maybe this will help you remember.” Gavin stood up. Ryan let him, hand slowly falling from Gavin’s hip. The courtesan slowly started walking towards them. “You work for Forman, who has been trusted with building the shops around here. Your name is Reggie Barlons, who has been denied entry into the Knights and couldn’t even become a simple Guard. You floated around for a bit, from job to job, until your brother recommended a job as a builder. From there you’ve bullied and blackmailed your way to your position now.”

“That’s not-No.” Reggie denied. His partner was trying to slowly move away from him.

Gavin hummed, still walking oh so slowly around the still two kneeling builders. “You also have a bad habit of thievery, huh Reggie. Halving payment for those beneath you so that you can fill your pocket more. You sell whatever you can and claim that they had mysteriously disappeared. So is that what happened? You take one too many things and don’t know how to explain to your boss where they went? So now you’ve come, begging to the King? Are you hoping to make some extra supplies from those you don’t need?”

Reggie seemed stunned, mouth opening and closing. Haywood leaned forward in his seat, watching the entire spectacle with a small smirk. “Well, Reggie?” He drawled. “Was that what you were hoping for?”

“No! No, My King, I would never.” Reggie started to sputter. He looked around wildly before landing on his partner. “I-It was his idea! George was the one to suggest the selling. I was just going along with it because he threatened my family. My poor wife and children. Please.”

“Me!” George exclaimed. “I was the one trying to talk you out of it. But no, Mr. Golden Tongue. You had to go with this.” George turned towards the King. “Please, sire. He’s the mastermind behind this. Nothing I could say would deter him.”

The two dissolved into bickering, both trying to put the blame on the other. Ryan made eye contact with Gavin, smirk widening as Gavin rolled his eyes. The King let the fighting go on for a few more minutes before he stood up.

“Silence.” His command echoed around the room. Instantly, the room went quiet. With loud, thumping steps, he began walking down from his throne. “Enough with this. George Gallining. I know about your side business, the gambling without one of my permits or paying the required tax.” George winced. “But your offenses are nowhere near the level that Reggie has.”

“But sire-“ Reggie started to speak.

Haywood glared at him. “You have insulted both my intelligence and my kindness. I was warned that you would do this to me, which is why I had my spy check you out.” He reached out to place a hand on Gavin’s shoulder. Gavin fluttered his eyelashes at Reggie before reaching down to pull out the knife that Ryan kept at his side. “And what he found, I did not like. This…This was the last straw.”

“No! No, no, no.” Reggie began to beg. He threw himself at Ryan’s feet. “Please, Your Majesty. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’ll never do it again. My family they-“

He was silenced by Gavin’s knife across his throat.

Everyone watched, passively, as Reggie began to choke on his own blood. Except for George, whose face was frozen, horrified. He jerked at Gavin’s touch to his shoulder. “Let this be a warning to you, Georgie. Best be getting those permits of yours.”

George quickly nodded. With a flick of Haywood’s wrist, George was dismissed. He fled, pale and shaky.

As soon as the throne room door was closed, Gavin let out a high pitched laugh. “Did he see his face?” He asked, turning sparkling eyes towards Ryan.

Ryan nodded. He lightly kicked the body, nose scrunching up. “Get this trash away from here.” He called. A couple of guards stepped forward, dragging the body away. Ryan and Gavin walked back towards Ryan’s throne, hand in hand before sitting down, Gavin in Ryan’s lap.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Ryan commented.

“I was. He was pretty interesting. No one seemed to like him and were eager to give me any dirt they could. He was a sorry person.” Gavin hummed. “The conversation this morning was amusing. You should have heard the way he talked.”

Ryan chuckled, one hand coming up to wrap around Gavin’s waist. He listened to Gavin talk as the Court went back to normal.

                                                         ~

Trevor walked carefully along the edge of the house. The night had fully settled, the moon hidden by clouds. Below him, he could hear an owl hoot. Some crickets were chirping but stopped as Trevor’s shadow passed over them. Trevor grinned as he leaned closer to the building. A party was going on inside. Music floated out and he could hear people murmuring.

Perfect.

Trevor climbed higher, jumping from place to place. He lightly knocked on a window, waiting for a few heartbeats, before pushing at it. It opened. The servant girl fulfilled her promise then. He crawled inside and looked around. He knew from earlier scouting that this was an empty guest room, used more for show than as an actual bedroom.

With quick feet, he crossed the room and peeked out the door, noting that the hallway appeared empty. According to his information, what Trevor was looking for was a few floors below him and to the right. Taking a deep breath, he began to sneak his way there.

At the second set of stairs, he heard a creek and the sound of voices trying to be quiet. Trevor’s heart jumped before he was running back up, choosing a random room to hide in. He heard a gasp behind him and turned to see two sets of eyes looking at him with confusion. The way they were clutching the covers to their chest and the smell of sex told Trevor exactly what they were doing. Before they could scream, Trevor ran forward, a knife appearing in his hand. “Make a sound and I won’t hesitate to slit your throat. You forget you ever saw me, got it.”

They mutely nodded at him. Giving them a grin, his knife slid back into his sleeve. He walked back to the door, listening closely. Everything seemed to be clear. He looked back and gave them a wink before slipping out the door.

He made his way down the stairs without any further incident. The hallway he stopped at was not empty. There were many rooms on this floor but the one Trevor wanted had guards stationed by it. There were two guards stationed to either side of it, looking bored. Another guard was walking back and forth, hand at the ready of his sword. Trevor ducked back behind the corner. He took another deep breath. Then he stumbled out. "Heeyyyy, boys. Hoowww you doing?" He slurred, leaning heavily on the wall.

The two guards by the door started giving each other looks and nudges. The one walking rolled his eyes at them before turning back towards Trevor. "This area is off limits."

"I-I-I was just...just walking. These, hic, these stairs are amazing! Have you walked these stairs?" Trevor kept walking forward, making sure that he stumbled every now and then.

"Sir, I must ask you to turn around now."

"Oh come on, Commander. He's harmless."

"And cute." The other piped up, eyeing Trevor. "Hey cutie, what's your name."

"Hic, st-stairs." Trevor said, before dissolving into giggles.

"Yeah, real funny." The commander said, sighing. "But seriously, you cannot be up here."

Trevor had just reached the commander. He stumbled into him and the commander caught him. "I'm real sorry." Trevor slurred.

The commander smiled. "It's ok. You're just drunk."

"Oh, I'm not sorry for that." Suddenly, Trevor stood up, flashing his knife. He plunged his knife into the commander’s head, before turning to throwing another knife at the guard closest to him. The other guard gave a shout as his friends fell and tried to draw his sword but Trevor was already there, slicing across his throat. He caught the body and slowly set it down on the floor. He wiped the blood from his face and smiled down at them. "Sorry boys, just part of the business."

Trevor walked back to the commander, grabbing the keys off him. He waited for a second, listening to see if anyone had heard the commotion. When no one came, he then opened the door to his prize.

Jewels and coins twinkled in the candlelight. Red and green and, of course, gold. Trevor picked a few up pieces, noting that Gavin would love them. But what he was really after was the large necklace that was hidden behind a few crowns and other large jewels.

Trevor didn't consider himself vindictive. Really, he didn't. But then again this wasn't an everyday kind of robbery. Matt and Jeremy had come to him, talking about how some Nobel had been rubbing it in Ryan's face about the many things he had been able to buy recently. It would be funny (someone trying to compete with the King for the most lavish things bought) if Ryan didn’t find it so annoying. But this was a fancy business man who Ryan couldn’t afford to offend, though both Trevor and Gavin had both volunteered to do something about it. But just because Ryan said they couldn't cause physical harm didn't mean that Trevor couldn't cause a little embarrassment. He got Gavin to use his connections, find out what he had bought recently before Trevor began doing a little digging himself. Turns out the Nobleman was going to present a very special, very expensive necklace to his wife tonight and later probably to his mistress. Trevor figured that it will be punishment enough if the necklace would suddenly go missing. Trevor grinned and picked the jewelry up. It would look really good on him or on Gavin or on Ryan. Especially if one or all three were naked. Trevor’s smile turned lecherous. Yeah, he couldn't wait for that.

                                                         ~

There are rules when living in the Haywood Kingdom. Strict rules to bid by with harsh punishments. King Haywood was a fan of the thought that by dueling out horrible punishments, it would show the people what not to do.

He would cut off the hands of thieves, have murders tortured in public, and the heads of his enemies on spikes around his territories. You do not cross the King. You do not anger him.

But most importantly, you do not slander the names of those he protects.

Geoff and Jack laugh off the King’s attempts to protect them. Ramsey because he’s been doing this long enough to know that no one can touch him anyways and Pattillo because he’s the most forgiving of the King’s Advisors.

With Michael, Ryan didn’t have to protect him. All he had to do was give the younger man a name and let him go. By nightfall, who ever had wronged the Jones’ was dealt with. Jeremy was beginning to follow in Michael’s footsteps, but he still accepted the King’s protection. Ryan knows how nice it must feel to the Knight to have someone looking out for him.

But no one, absolutely no one, could talk bad about the King’s lovers.

Gavin might be a courtesan, but no one could deny the possessive way Ryan’s hands would glide over him whenever Gavin made an appearance in Court. For those too blind to see it, Ryan made it very clear when he had one offender (who thought of Gavin as a cheap trick, a dirty hole who wouldn’t mind) publicly poisoned at one of his balls. It took killing a few more people for everyone to get the message through. But it did eventually.

Then there was Trevor, the King’s youngest Advisor. While he didn’t need protecting from people trying to sleep with him (though there was no shortage of people who would and who tried- a perfectly placed bite mark on his throat by the King mostly stopped that) but there were those who liked to whisper about how Trevor became an Advisor. They told stories about how Trevor seduced the King, spread his legs to get where he was at. They would laugh about how it won’t be long, that soon the King will grow tired and Trevor will be out of a job.

The last Advisor who said that was burned alive. The King had a pig cooked over him.

Trevor and Gavin didn’t mind their King’s protectiveness, though they knew they didn’t need it. They had been killers for a long time, since they were little boys, and had learned how to hide their teeth until the throat was presented for them. Not many knew of their nighttime activities- what would the Court say, the King sleeping with such dangers- and so were used to others underestimating them. But they found the possessiveness and protectiveness sweet.

There were other whispers they let go, that they told the King to not bother with. Whispers about how one day, the Advisor and the Courtesan will kill each other in a bid to be the only one allowed in the King’s bed. They let those ones live, calming Ryan’s anger. Because it was all so funny to them.

None of these people were there for when the two were alone, wrapping their fingers around each other, leaving their prints on the other. No one was present for when the two would bend their heads close together, planning and laughing. Nor was anyone there to see when Trevor would take Gavin to the roof to point out stars or when Gavin would take Trevor to see the new born kittens Lady Lindsay was keeping. They stole stuff for each other, made a game of it. They kissed and laid together and would maim anyone who tried to take that away.

                                                          ~

“Lord Edgar.” Gavin caught the Advisor’s attention, giving the other a small smile. “I was hoping to catch you.”

Lord Edgar was a tall, intimidating figure dressed up in red and gold robes. He had a pinched looking face and his salt and pepper hair had started to recede. The man raised one eyebrow, the rest of his face staying as static as ever. Gavin kept grinning at him until the man was forced to respond. “Yes?”

Lord Edgar was a conniving strategist. Everyone knew he strived to be King but no one could pin any evidence of sabotage to him. Ryan was wary of him but he couldn’t get rid of him as Edgar was their go-between the Severath Kingdom. Without him, the possibility of war was high.  Ryan knew that. Edgar knew that. Everyone else knew that too. And Edgar took every opportunity to use that to his advantage.

Gavin kept his smile light and body relaxed. He knew Edgar was looking him over. While the Advisor would never do anything so crass as to make a move, he also knew Edgar desired him. And Trevor. But Gavin was used to being desired by disgusting people, so he didn’t let it get to him.

“I was hoping to talk to you about something I heard recently.” Gavin let a little worry in his voice, tilting his head as he frowned. Edgar didn’t say anything so Gavin added. “It’s about the King.”

That sparked Edgar’s attention. He nodded. “Go on.”

“See, I heard the King mumbling to himself lately. Something about…seeing demons to the North?”

Edgar did not move or show any outward emotions but Gavin could see the way he suddenly went rigid. “Has he?”

“Oh yes,” Gavin said, letting his concern show. “I know that you have spies in that area and I was hoping you could tell me if there are? Just so I could put my King’s mind to ease?”

“Come now. You don’t really believe in such things do you?”

Gavin chuckled. “Of course not. But it is my duty to relieve the King in all things. Having his Advisor assure him that no such things exist would surely do that, would it not?”

“Well, I assure you. There are no such things as demons.” Edgar said, smiling a little.

“What now?” Added a new voice.

Both Edgar and Gavin turned to see that Trevor had joined them. He was dressed in the same robes as Edgar was but Gavin thought they looked better on him. “What’s this about demons?” Trevor repeated. Gavin told him his worries and Trevor frowned.

“Just our dear King being silly.” Edgar paused, tilting his head a little. “I hope this isn’t the first sign of madness?”

Gavin worried his bottom lip a bit. “I hope not.”

“Well, maybe we should have a doctor look at him? Make sure everything is alright with him?” Edgar pressed.

Gavin frowned, thinking about it. Trevor spoke up. “Maybe we should send a small party up North? Have the King check it out?”

“Why?” Edgar asked at the same time Gavin brightened. “That would great. He’s been wanting to go up North for awhile, talk to the people there. We could make a trip of it.”

“I don’t think-“ Edgar began but was interrupted by Trevor again.

“It would be a great way to get their morale up.” Trevor grinned at him.

“Really.” Edgar tried again. “That is most unnecessary.”

“Oh come on, Edgar.” Gavin grinned at him. “What’s the harm? It’ll be a fun little trip, the people get to see their King, and the King gets to see that his worries are for nothing.”

Both Gavin and Trevor could see that Edgar was silently fuming. “I suppose.” He gritted out before turning around and leaving.

They waited till he was out of sight before smiling at each other. “You know that will only stop his spies from stirring up shit for a few weeks at most.” Trevor observed.

“Not if we keep pushing the trip off.” Gavin replied.

Trevor shook his head. “You’re horrible. You’re using this as an excuse to take a trip to the North.”

“They do have the best chocolate. And as if you’re any better.” Gavin lightly pushed him. “What’d you take from him this time.”

Trevor shrugged, holding up a small pouch. “I think it’s his wallet? Or emergency spell supplies? Who knows with that guy.”

Gavin considered it for a moment. “Want to throw it down a well and then plan our getaway with the King?”

“Absolutely.”

                                                            ~

Ryan sighed as he soaked in his large tub, letting the warm watch sooth each ache. The rose-scented water worked to calm his mind. To each side of him were his boys, telling him about their day and running sponges down his body. Ryan closed his eyes and let their words run over him.

Being the King was a dangerous thing. One mistake, one foot set in the wrong direction, and it all could come crashing down on his head.

Times like this, when he was with his boys seemed to like the only times when he could fully relax.

There had been a time, long ago, when his Advisors would have refused to let his boys be alone with him. Ryan never worried. He saw them for what they were. Wild animals that were ready to rip and tear into anyone if it meant they could live one more day. They were weapons that needed a little sharpening and a gentle hand to point them in the right direction. Ryan gladly took them under his wing, let them blossom into their full protentional.

With time, their bond grew. The boys went from being wary of him, creeping around as if afraid at any moment they would be thrown back to the streets, to gladly dropping to their knees for him. Ryan savored the way they let him keep his power over them.

Ryan was roused from his thoughts as Gavin poked at his shoulder. “Don’t fall asleep on us.” He teased.

Ryan sent him a lazy smile. “I cannot help that your fingers are made of magic.” He captured one of Gavin’s hands bringing them up so he could press a kiss to the inside of Gavin’s wrist.

Trevor snorted. “Such flattery.”

Ryan turned his smile to him. “Is it flattery if it’s true?”

Trevor shrugged, but he was smiling back. “Pretty words are just that. Pretty.”

“Ah, but when laced with truth than they turn to poetry.” Ryan countered, sitting up.

Trevor rolled his eyes but allowed Ryan to pull him down into a kiss. It was a chaste one, both too tired for more tonight, but sweet in the way Trevor was never used to.

They pulled away, Ryan making sure to keep contact with both of them. “Now. You were saying something about having caught the Count Bavon with a mistress?”

Trevor grinned and Gavin nodded, both going back to explaining their day of stirring up Court drama. Ryan let his eyes roam over them, listening attentively.

Another peaceful night spent with his boys. These were the moments that made being King all worth it.

[valorandgold-archived]

Muse Superlatives!

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog. Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Tagged by: @acekuratetto (thanks you dorky scrub ;D) Tagging: @protectingthetruth​ @fatalimusae​ @superxcrossoverxgalaxy​ @knightsofblazing​ @masqxerades​  @of-invisible-ties​/ @chaotic-lawful-objections​ (do it for either one or both if you feel like it) @royal-blood​ and any other wonderful mutlimuse dorks I’m forgetting.

Favorite Muse: Geez, you start off with the hard ones, huh? I guess...I mean I love them all, but Morgan is my most precious cinnamon roll, and I shipping trash with him super-hard, and he’s the one I’d have the hardest time letting go of too...so yeah, precious roll, followed closely by Junie

Most Character Development: This is a hard one too. Aversa has a lot of development that goes unseen? But with eveyrone else most of the development is seen. Still...I think this one goes to Junie. I think I’ve worked on developing her character-wise and in terms of headcanons the most.

Trash Muse: Depends on your definition, but it’s between Rennac and Aversa lol

The Memelord: Dhurke please stop trying to be cool

Most Likely to Start a War: Ephraim. He is one stubborn bastard, and he doesn’t pick fights he can’t win...so best not to mess with him, RIP if you do.

Worst Personality: Rennac because he’s such a snarky little shit :’D But I love him

Best Singer: Junie, as Turnabout Academy has proven, though Morgan’s probably the best singer after her? But yeah, Junie definitely has the voice of an angel.

Most Attractive Muse: Gee, I wonder if that’s Aversa, Aversa, or Aversa? Nahhh, I gotta go with Aversa.

Biggest Heart: Yeahhh, y’all probably saw this coming a mile away, that’s Morgan. he’s just...such a precious roll and I love how wonderfully sweet and caring and nice he is gahhh. Junie’s close behind though.

Falls in Love Quickest: Morgan, this is actually a headcanon of mine for him. He has a tendency to fall in love quickly and easily when he starts bonding real close with someone. It’s part of his personality, at least how I see it, but it helps make him that much more shippable too.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Um...Morgan maybe? Idk, nobody among my muses is super clumsy, at least not that I can recall

Ice Ruler: I don’t know. Nobody really fits that? I guess maybe Aversa since she keeps herself emotionally closed off, or at least tries to, and is stubborn about that, while being very uh...physical at the same time...

The Edgelord: ALL HAIL ANGSTWORTH EDGEWORTH THE EDGELORD

Most Tragic Backstory: There’s quite a few among this lot...but if I’m being honest, I have to go with Selena on this one. My poor general who gets no love :( <3

Best Case of Puberty: Yeahhh, even though I’ve never RPed it with her, puberty did a real number on Aversa both physically and in that sexual confidence sort of way 

Most Awkward: Seth is extremely socially awkward especially cuz he’s always stiff and dutiful and he just...has trouble around others ahaha

Busy Bee: Ahhh, this applies to a couple of them, including Morgan, buuuut I’m probably gonna have to say Junie. She balances being Themis Student Council President, being on the judge course, working on court scripts, just a whole bunch of stuff at Themis in general, plus maintaining her own various plants and trying to make time for her friends and be there to support them. She’s got a lot on her plate.

Most Clueless: This one’s Seth. He’s hella strong and has a good mind for combat especially, but he’s also hella dense.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Morgan has trouble remembering things in general ahaha. He tries to cling hard onto important memories, being an amnesiac, so he sometimes forgets the smaller things.

Best Dressed: EDGELORD HIMSELF EDGEWORTH, cravat and all.

Biggest Flirt: GEEE THIS TOOOOOTALLY ISN’T OBVIOUSLY AVERSA. Rennac is a pretty close second though, snarky bastard XD

Most Dramatic: Both Morgan and his Female AU self act falsely dramatic, mainly for Justice Cabal things, but no real drama queens among this bunch?

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Junie is an early-riser and super punctual, so probably her more likely than anyone else.

One with Weirdest Habit: This one goes to Morgan for William G. Rizzely esquire, aka Billy, his teddy bear...but it’s a cute habit too :’D

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Yeahhhh this one is either Ephraim or Kaze. They’re both so focused on keeping themselves physically fit...though i guess Ephraim more than Kaze.

[mymarrishheart]

Welp since I’m being forced to take a break from studying I guess now would be the perfect time to continue writing fic. I think yall are really gonna like the stuff I’ve been working on. I’m gonna save this ship or die trying.

The royal AU is going to to my longest fic, maybe (including the multichaptered ones). 1192 words and it’s not even half finished yet.

Cross My Heart could potentially be great if I could just quit it with the unintentional cliches. The first chapter is TECHNICALLY finished (750 words) but I just want it to be a little longer. However... since I haven’t found a way to expand on it yet I’ll prob just make that the intro and start all over with a new chapter 1. I mean... yeah, the way I wrote it would absolutely make more sense as an intro... yup, thats what im gonna do.

The college au ficspired by my real life college experiences/observations...trust me, with my tv show worthy, drama filled, almost hallmark-like life THIS is definitely going to turn out amazing. Still havent figured out if it’s going to be a collection of oneshots or if it’s gonna be a multi chapter fic that i somehow figure out a way to bridge together, but...yeahhhh. Also!!! It’s still unnamed and that REALLY bothers me. Also I have no idea whether to set it at a school I’m familiar with (one that I’ve actually been to so it feels more comfortable to write) or if I should pick somewhere else and attempt to make it up as I go along. So that’s prob gonna take me even longer to finish the first part to the series.

College AU in which Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Jordan are all suitemates. And Derek recruits Allison to help him set Lydia up with his best friend since childhood. Will absolutely have lots of platonic darrish and I’m restraining from hinting at romantic dallison like I didn’t even know I shipped it until I started writing this fic and it accidentally made its way into my work. (SPOILER ALERT: It was going to be flirty dallison realizing they liked each other more than they thought while trying to make marrish realize their fate together. But I don’t even know. I want it to be totally marrish but wow that dallison was really great.)

I was working on that hurricane marrish fic where Lydia was away at college and Jordan decided to visit her so she didn’t have to be alone during the storm. Because they may have only been best friends but he was secretly in love with her and though he knew nothing would happen, he’d much rather know she was safe and had someone by her side because when has a hurricane ever been fun tbh. Also Lydia LOVES greeting Jordan with “deputy” 

Old Flames & New Loves, which I’m considering renaming. Jordan mistaking his old high school sweetheart and his childhood best friend for being in a relationship and he gets jealous but he also wants Lydia to be happy even if it IS with his best friend so he’s all conflicted. Happy on the outside, putting on the performance of a lifetime YET internally screaming bc wtf does derek think he’s doing with the one girl jordan had ever loved in his life but also he knows he has no right to say anything since he and lydia broke up 10 years prior *cries*

Lydia, who doesn’t believe in love, meeting her son’s friend’s father and instantly being intrigued by the handsome stranger and slowly realizing it wouldn’t be so bad to fall in love again if it’s with the right person.

I was also writing an au/headcanon before season 5 ended about the hellhound and the beast being cousins. The hellhound and the beast were close as kids until the hellhound had to keep cleaning up the beast’s messes and season 5 was all about the hellhound being tired of picking up the beast’s slack and decided to put an end to this once and for all but Lydia was tired of all the bickering between the two because they were supposed to be family so she made it a point to make the two reconcile all while ending the beast’s temper tantrum. Buuuut I’m not so sure I want to continue since s5 ended so long ago. Would you guys want this??

I still have to finish that fake relationship fic I was writing (to forge & to hold) about Jordan trying to trick his rich, overbearing mother into thinking that he and Lydia are dating. But not only does she not like Lydia (I WAS THINKING ABOUT MONSTER IN LAW WHEN I WROTE THAT PART, OKAY?? lol), but she also doesn’t believe their charade. Because Jordan, who has been in love with his roommate/best friend from the beginning keeps being weird about the whole situation lol especially bc his mother and “gf” just cant seem to get along like ever

Hide & Seek still has to continue as well! Lydia (the Nev) and Jordan (the Max) as the hosts of Catfish. Lydia not wanting to fall in love again because she doesn’t want to hurt as much as she did the last time, so refuses to get attached. Jordan not wanting to fall in love with his best friend, of all people. The entire catfish crew, the client, and all of tumblr shipping marrish anyway lol. Also platonic dydia and darrish bromance. Derek is happy. Draeden is real, yet they’re only being hinted at, so we can focus on marrish without another ship getting clustered into the main plot

The Boy Next Door only needs one or two more chapters. Lydia moves into her new neighborhood and is immediately intrigued by Jordan, the man living next door, and his young daughter. Originally was a Secret Santa gift, but I turned it into what I hoped would only be 4 chapters but is looking closer to about 6 or 7

I want to turn this into fic too. I already know how I want to write it, I just dont want those feels so... lol prob not