#conqueror au

[witchysolfan]

Made a side blog dedicated to Conqueror AU. Will do tags for it later. But scrolling from bottom to up is the order of things.

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[lalamenori]

In another world, the Warrior of Light might not be so understanding or forgiving

[elsakey]

Summary: She gives him a proposal that he cannot refuse. (Conqueror AU)| [Part 1] Note: This draft was why I stopped writing for this AU (tho that may soon change)- Jon here just literally freaked me out. Read and you’ll see.

“Does the thought of marriage to me truly disgust you so?” she asked, voice both amused and curious.

“Not at all,” he responded before he could stop himself. He forced his gaze back to her face with great effort.

If anything, she seemed even more amused at his cursory perusal of her body. He gritted his teeth and inwardly cursed his temporary lack of self-control. She wasn’t the first beautiful woman he had encountered, but her presence put all others out of his mind.

“I am...unsure as to how a union with me would be advantageous for you,” he eventually confided. “I am a bastard. I have no family name, no inheritance, no lands or provinces under my control.”

“And yet your brother has seen fit for you to be placed as lord of the lands you have conquered so far.”

His breath stopped for a moment. How did she know this? How extensive her network of spies?

“A mere suggestion at my brother’s table for now, Your Grace,” he warned, anger at this unforeseen circumstance darkening his tone. “Nothing more, as you would have known if your informant had seen fit to tell you.”

Her smirk was unyielding, a whisper of the warning to the very real danger she portrayed to many on this continent. “I also recall that your brother has named you High General of all his forces. A wise decision, seeing as you have been the leader and victor of several key battles in your war so far.”

“The old gods look kindly upon our exploits, Your Grace.”

“The gods don’t win wars,” she retorted, voice calm. “People do. I am about to fight a war that will shake this continent, Prince of Winter. It would do me great good to have a man by my side to help ensure my best chance of success.”

Many rebuttals flowed through his mind, and the first to make itself known was, “You can have me by your side without marriage, Your Grace.”

“Can I?” she asked. “And can you have my ships and crew without a similar promise? Or will our armies both pillage the land side by side, then devolve into infighting as we squabble over what belongs to you or I?”

“You assume too much.”

Her brow quirked. “Do I? I may not know the heart of a Westerosi, but I know the hearts of people. It is in our nature to squabble where control is absent.”

He let his silence fill the void after her declaration. Her statements were bold, but not without well-intent or reason. How could he adequately answer to such a queen, much less enter her bed?

She stood and traversed around the table until she was right before him, her violet eyes boring their determination into his. Slowly she reached out a hand to cup his jaw, and he did not flinch or move away.

“Marry me,” she said, her voice a near-whisper, “and I will put a crown on your head. I will be Queen of all kingdoms, Prince of Winter. And you will be a king.”

The touch of her soft hand against the rough hairs of his jaw sent a blinding white mist to settle over the plains of his mind. He fought against the feeling, his throat working against both attraction and awe.

“Could you trust me to be your King?” he murmured, voice low, “When you threaten my brother’s own kingdom with your ambition?”

Her answer was a slow, soft slide into his lap. Her breath fanned out over his lips, and her arms loosely encircled his neck. Her thighs rested against his, full and firm, as her eyes looked back and forth between his own.

Then her face broke into a smile, and any breath he had left was robbed.

“If it is your brother’s kingdom that you want,” she said, “then take it. With the blessing and might of your Queen.”

He reached for her, and her lips against his was promise and dark bidding, heat and wanton fulfillment.

He was lost, and deliriously so.

[ashilrak]

Whamilton: "Are you scared? Don’t be. I‘ll protect you from today onwards." Please and thank you :)

au where the revolutionary war was much more conqueror-y style and alex was fighting in the british army 

The camp was silent.The snow crunched underneath his boots. The men were lined up around the camp, forced to their knees with their hands tied behind their back, eyes directed at the ground. George could hear slow breaths and sobs that weren’t quite muffled. He kept his head held high and continued to walk forward, looking ahead at the men with swords pressed to their throat, his soldiers awaiting the order.

Only five men were left - the British General’s closest confidants.

Four of them were looking at the ground, starting to shake as George approached. The one in the middle was looking right at him, a fierce glint in his eye. George frowned. “Who are you, boy?”

The boy narrowed his eyes, and after a single second’s hesitation, spat in his face.

 The camp froze.

Shouts of outrage and offense broke out behind him, and the man with his sword to the boy’s throat adjusted his grip. 

George raised his hand. “Stop. Let him live. Send him to my tent with my evening meal.”

The soldier’s eyes widened. “But, your Excellency, you can’t allow such disrespect.”

“You are not to tell me what I can and cannot allow. I am the Commander here, is that understood?”

The soldier’s eyes dropped. “Of course, your Excellency.”

“Very good.” He looked around, took in the scene. He clasped his hands behind his back. “Kill the rest. Bathe the boy before you bring him to me.”

Hours passed.

His wine was poured and the boy was brought in. George set his drink down and addressed the guards who had escorted the boy, “leave us.”

The guards left. He chewed a bite of pork in his mouth. The boy glared at him.

George wiped his mouth with his hand and stood up and walked around the desk until there were only inches of space between him and the boy. George smiled and the boy paled. 

“What’s you name?”

“Why should I tell you?”

The boy’s voice was sharp, cutting, not portraying his fear. 

George took a small step closer. “Because if you don’t tell me I’ll feed you to my hounds.”

“Hamilton.” The boy swallowed. “I am Alexander Hamilton.”

“You’re very beautiful, Alexander.”

The boy’s eyes widened, mouth dropping open. “You can’t, I mean, you’re–”

“Shhhh.” George lifted his hand to Alexander’s cheek. “You have a spirit to match your looks. I’m going to make you mine, my beautiful Alexander.”

Alexander shook his head. “No, no, I won’t-”

He raised his other hand to place a finger over Alexander’s lips. “You won’t have to do anything.”

Alexander’s eyes were shining. “You can’t.”

“I can.” He ran his thumb over Alexander’s cheek bone. “Are you scared? Don’t be. I‘ll protect you from today onwards. No one else will touch you.”

Alexander whimpered.

“Shhh, my beautiful boy. There’s no need to be scared.”

A tear fell from Alexander’s eye.

[the-spirit-guard]

Meeting the New Power

( @inspired-flame )

There had been rumors. Whispers of happenings in Ionia, of power dynamics and shifts in leadership. Spending much of his time in his homeland the shaman had little chance to visit beyond the occasional meeting with the monks, but this...

As Udyr approached the capital, he could sense the difference. The spirits were in distress, and he could very easily feel something foreign in the air...normally the aura of this location was serene, peaceful...now the air seemed to crackle with intimidation. As he strolled through the streets, there seemed to be far fewer people than normal. Those that were around? They were quiet, skittish. He approached two of them to speak, but both seemed to step back and kept their distance.

He needed answers...his attention quickly turned towards the center, his eyes narrowing before he began his way towards the one person that could offer what he sought: Karma, the Enlightened One. For the people of such a settled and welcoming place to behave in such fear? Something terrible must have happened..

[asparklethatisblue]

The first night Princess Nori and Dwalin the Ferocious spent together was full of gasps and panting and moans, but not in the way one would expect. They awoke the next morning, bruised but content, in their bed. While there was space between them, Dwalin had put his arm over her blanket-covered form to help keep her warm in what remained of her wedding dress. Nori blinked awake, gazing at her new husband curiously. He was not a beast after all, at least with her. They could be happy together.

Dwalin woke to the cinnamon-scent of his new wife, arms aching from the night's fights. His Nori was quick as the wind and just as unpredictable. He loved her all the more for it. They smiled at each other for a moment, calm and content in the other's presence. "Think they'll be able to tell?" Nori asked. Dwalin laughed, "Not if they want their faces attached." A servant came along with breakfast and they shared it in bed, arms wrapped around each other. "Now this is a happy ending," Nori said.

:'D !!! awwww! this is really really adorable!! OuQ 

I loved every bit of this AU, thank you!!!

[asparklethatisblue]

Dwalin shed his armor, both to protect it and to even the field. Nori remained in her dress, a vision of beauty, elegance, and violence. He pulled out the axes from their sheaths and readied himself. Hopefully his room would not be completely demolished come morning. Their fighting began as it often did, quick attacks darted with sly words and forming bruises. Soon enough they were both panting and with one last bout of energy, the princess swiftly kicked her husband in the chest, onto the bed.

"How is it that a woman should be so confident in battle but not in bed?" Dwalin chuckled. The mead from the feast was taking its toll along with the heady humor of sparring. "I simply have more experience in one," Nori relied dryly. "Though I expect you are well-versed in both?" Dwalin smiled at her, warm and loving. "Actually, no." Nori's eyes widened. Dwalin sat up to face her, "I am as untouched as the day I was born in that respect. Perhaps, when you feel comfortable we may learn together."

Dwalin is an old sap here! <3

[asparklethatisblue]

Dwalin, now called Dwalin the Ferocious, married Princess Nori in the winter. In her kingdom winter was bitterly cold and frought with heavy snow, so Nori's white dress was thick and hemmed with white fur. Dwalin was dressed in ceremonial armor, gilded with gold and a reminder to Nori who exactly she was marrying. He has not yet harmed her or done anything untoward, in fact he almost seemed shy and nervous around her. But that would fade as soon as they reached his bedroom, she was sure.

When the feast ended and the new prince and princess pair were free to go, Nori’s heart began to rush. She had always put off marrying for this very reason. Submission was not her forte, and that was the main expectation of a bride on her wedding night, was it not? Would Dwalin hurt her if she did not play the role? Would his bearish nature reveal itself? He was a conqueror—taking what he wanted was his nature. When they reached his room, Nori sent off a silent prayer for mercy.

"Are you alright?" Dwalin asked quietly. "You look pale. Is it too cold?" Nori shook her head quickly, sucking in a deep breath. His voice was so gentle it was shocking. His brow furrowed as he gazed down at her, his violent bride. She had been so quiet during dinner, he worried for her. Did she not understand his motives? Did she still suspect him or distrust him? They were wedded! What could he do? Dwalin sighed softly, "I won’t ask for anything not happily given, Princess. Please know that."

Nori stared at him in disbelief. Was Dwalin giving her an option? A choice? She blinked up at him, seeing the heart-clenching concern in his eyes. “I think I do,” she answered. A small smile crept up her face. “I’m afraid I’m not very knowledgable about the activities of wedding nights, but perhaps we could spar as we figure it out?” She offered slyly. He grinned. “I would not be opposed to that, my lady, but might we change first? That dress is far too tearable l to do

:’D