#kingdom au

[fiiigink]

[creature-lala]

The Court Apothecary.

[rightwheresheleftmee]

BUT DADDY I LOVE HER || oneshot

(princess!alysa liu x princess!reader oneshot)

ask: i read the princess au and i LOVED it. i would love to see a oneshot or similar of alysa and reader having a really tense friendship after reader gets married where eventually they say fuck it and run away together or something, or they sneak around to see eachother.

author's note: hiiii! okay so i absolutely love writing fantasy au and got this request so like yes yes yes!!!!! here's the first part if you haven't read it already!! i hope you enjoy! also i am slowly putting out the fics i wrote while i was on a little hiatus and am going through my inbox now, i love all your ideas and i plan to write more tomorrow!!! reqs are open!

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✶ You see her from across the room, but her eyes don’t lock with yours- they can’t lock with yours. You know what could happen if someone even suspects you together. Quickly, you draw your attention back to the small radius around you. 

Your husband stands nearby, engaging in conversation with a duke, you primmley hold onto his arm, trying your best to look interested, smiling graciously at the man’s wife. She smiles grimly back, doing a terrible job at hiding her distaste. She doesn’t come from a very allied kingdom, so it’s hard for some wives to find common ground with others. Women like her are what make it hard for you to pretend.

Quickly after you got married, your father had died, leaving you and your husband the first in line for the throne. Being queen has come with its perks, as well as its duties. Specifically, baby duties. Ah, the long-overdue present the kingdom had been expecting for years now, but it’s something you’d been holding off on. Yes, you performed the proper marital ceremonies with your husband as often as he pleased, but it was certainly not enjoyable for you, and you’d gone through all measures to prevent any sort of offspring resulting from these duties. For one reason only.

Again, her eyes catch yours from across the crowd, but you can see the walls she puts up between you. Pretending is the only thing you can do to protect yourselves. It’s been years since you’d last seen Princess Alysa in public without having to act like she doesn’t know you deeper than anyone.

Your most recent conversation in front of people had been at the opening of an orphanage in town. The two of you had been seated next to each other on a podium, mere inches apart as you adequately engaged in a conversation like you hadn’t been under her skirts the night before.

It had been incredibly hard to hide your relationship. No one knew, not even your ladies-in-waiting had the slightest idea of any goings on between the castles. 

✶ “Are you sure no one saw?” You giggle, whispering with your back pressed tightly against the huge wooden doors of the Princesses’ chambers.

She’s shorter than you, but still, her chest is heaving against your own, your faces inches apart with matching grins. “I don’t think,”

You can practically taste her already from the proximity, her scent engulfing you as she wraps her hands around your neck, her fingers falling into the little whisps of hair at the nape.

“You looked so pretty last night,” She breathes, her gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth and back up again.

A groan spills up as you recall her dress from the previous night. God, it was revealing. Her breasts looked so fucking amazing, all pushed up and out from the corset, with her cheeks tinted pink in the low lighting of your ballroom. “I beg to differ, you should’ve seen yourself,”

“It was really hard not being able to talk to you, like harder than most nights,”

“It was super hard not to stare at your boobs.”

A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she buries her face into your neck. “Shut up,”

With your hands on her shoulders, you pull her away, your eyes meeting now. Finally. “Well, you look pretty now, too.”

She brings her hand up to cup your cheek. “You look gorgeous,”

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“Have you ever thought about running away?” Bare, you lie sprawled out on her bed together, your chests heaving as you gaze at the ceiling. 

“Together?” You glance to the side at her. You had thought about it, just not seriously.

“Yeah, like leaving our husbands,”

Snorting, you just shake your head. “The king would kill me,”

“We would probably be wanted,” She shrugs. “But it would just be us.”

“And we wouldn’t have to hide,”

Turning your heads, your eyes meet, looking deep into the other. “Alysa,”

“Yeah?”

“Are you serious?”

“I mean, I’ve thought about it.” Again, she shrugs, pretending to act nonchalant, but her racing heart says otherwise.

✶ “This feels like the first night meeting!” You giggle, your arms wrapped tightly around her torso as she urges the horse on, forcing it faster and faster until the trees are blurring past you.

“This feels illegal,”

Everything is funny right now, so again, you giggle, happy to have the freedom to giggle with her. “Well, it is,”

You made the plan weeks ago, tonight you executed it, and so far, so good. With your bags packed and slung across your back, you race through the trees on horseback, escaping the confinement.

Really, the only plans you made were to leave; the rest is to figure out, and that you plan to do. You know it won’t be as comfortable and lavish as your life at the castle was, but it’s together, and that’s honestly all that matters.

Eventually, you make it to a small clearing, days away from the castle, with small breaks to sleep. It’s bright with flowers and hedges surrounding the clearing, blocking it from view of any passersby. It’s perfect. Dropping off the horse, you center yourself in the middle, looking up to the sky, the trees parting just enough. It’s beautiful.

Throughout the next few weeks, the two of you will conceive a small cottage. Poorly built, yes, but home. It’s amazing how quick you went through with it, spending nights in a small tent and camp set up next to the small wooden structure.

✶ The years passed by long and plentiful, berries were harvested and meat collected, and slowly a garden bloomed to the right of your small kitchen window (with no glass lol). And of course, the cottage grew steadily, becoming far from the fragile structure you started with.

The pair of you fell into a steady rhythm of a routine, dinner at night, and the day spent crafting… or making love, whatever you preferred that morning. It’s simple and definitely the life you wanted.

[eeveebooart]

Iwaoi kingdom au 🌱👑

Collab with @gayhorse3000

[gleekluver]

SO REAL ⋆ . ࿔ ˚

your needy knight just needs some alone time.. with you, of course.ᐟ

₊ᰔ⋮i believe i am the last paladin!mike lover alive and i will die on this hill alone.

it’s raining outside and mike smells like wet wool and rusted iron, a sharp, bitter scent of a man who’s been standing in the dark for too long. he doesn't climb through the window with any kind of grace, he just kind of shoves himself through the frame, boots catching on the stone and making a heavy clumsy sound that makes him wince. he’s shivering, not even from the cold but just from the sheer vibrating tension of it all

the armor comes off in a mess. he fumbles with the leather straps, his fingers shaking so bad he almost knots them, and he just lets the heavy pieces fall where they want. he doesn’t look like a hero. he just looks tired. lanky and awkward and exhausted

he crawls onto the bed and he’s so heavy, all bony elbows and cold skin, and he just collapses. he doesn't ask. he just tucks his face into the side of your neck and stays there, breathing in like he’s been underwater for hours and you’re the first bit of air he’s found. he finds your hand and pulls it to his head, a silent demand, and the second your fingers hit his hair he just breaks

“it’s so loud out there,” he mutters, and his voice is thick. burning with a feverish kind of need. his forehead is hot against your collarbone and he keeps shifting, trying to get closer, trying to press his ear directly against your ribs so he can hear your heart. he needs it to be the only thing he hears

“i-i can't stand it. i have to stand behind his chair and i have to listen to him talk about you like you’re just... something he owns. he’s so loud and he doesn't even see you! he doesn't see anything! i’m just standing there and my hands are cramping because i want to just grab you and run. i’m losing my mind. i think i’m actually losing it.”

you tug at a curl, winding it around your finger, and he lets out a broken, shaky breath. his whole body finally starting to go limp. he’s not trying to be smooth. he’s just clinging to you like a kid, his arms wrapped around your waist so tight it’s almost hard to breathe

“don't tell me to leave yet,” he whispers, and he sounds so small, so stripped of all that metal and duty. “i have to go back to the barracks in an hour but just... just keep doing that. please. i feel like i’m disappearing when i’m not in this room. everything else is just fake. it’s just noise”

he shifts again, his nose brushing the skin of your chest, and he just closes his eyes, letting out a long pathetic sigh

“mmn, i’m just.. so tired of pretending i don't know you. i'm so tired of being just a shadow. i just want to stay here. please just let me stay for a second. i don't want to be a guard. i just want to be yours. i just need you to tell me that it’s real. tell me i’m still real.”

mourning over mike wheeler apologists like they’re my dead wives💔

[another-wildehopps-blog]

More of that kingdom au

It’s still a work in progress but Nick does back up dancing for Gazelle sometimes.

[satumeka]

,,Upon finding the infamous Six Eyes, she could see nothing but an ethereal beauty”

This idea was so random

Suguru was send to kill the six eyes but found her future wife instead lmao