This kingdom is the second young prospering kingdoms in the lands. Its leaders are quite young themselves which makes others think they are naive. Which is quite far from the truth, though they may be young the king proves his worth by making smart and clever dealings with others (rumors are heard that his contracts have unspoken consequences). Despite having a smaller group of rulers the king is trusted by their people to continue to rule.
I’m combing through some of my old ego fics, as I’m feeling nostalgic and wanting to repost some of my older one shots. I found a gem I had in the works, and figured it would suit the Fleeting Worlds collection, seeing as I don’t intend to continue this.
Summary: ALADDIN AU. WITH OUR FAV SOUL SEEKING BOY PHANTOM IN PLACE OF JAFAR :D
Not edited, just a bit of fun.
This was worse.
Worse than living in a run down hole in a crumbling building.
Worse than being caught the first time and being forced into the Cave of Wonders.
You were tied, very tightly, to a chair. A chair set on the ledge of a balcony, right over the ocean.
You were balanced for the moment, but you couldn’t tell for how long.
“Ali of Abawbwa...or rather, Y/N.”
The vizier’s voice oozed from the shadows.
‘Oh yes, this is the absolute worst scenario for me right now.’
You struggled harder against the ropes as you watched Phantom come towards you.
His black and red robes were just as regal in this light as they had been in the desert sun. This regal appearance did nothing to improve the disdain and self importance etched into his face.
His hair was slicked into its perfect place, and his kohl rimmed eyes were hard, flickering only with hatred and contempt.
You gave a small shake of your head, “You’re mistaking me for someone else. Release me and I won’t hold this against you.”
He stopped three steps before you. He raised his snake shaped staff and levelled its ruby eyes to yours, “Do not bother with your lies street rat. You are no royalty, it’s all a facade done up by the genie. My genie! Now tell me where the lamp is!”
You glanced back over your shoulder, and watched a massive wave crash down upon the cliff edge beneath you.
From your little encounter in the cave, you knew you were dead regardless.
Facing Phantom with as much courage your heart could muster, and with as much, if not more, contempt, you challenged back, “What lamp? There is no lamp. I am Ali from Abawbwa. And you’re going to be in so much trouble for this.”
Phantom shifted his hold on his staff to ensure he had a firm grip near the head. Lifting it he pressed the tip against your shoulder.
“If you survive, I’ll know you have it for certain. If not…” He shrugged, “Then I will still have removed your annoying existence from my path.”
He shoved, and the chair tipped back.
“No! No! Nooo!”
Your stomach dropped.
The air roared in your ears as you fell.
You spun, flipped and twisted with no means of controlling yourself.
Your back erupted with pain, and the air was forced from your lungs as you hit the water. The force of it broke the chair, but that did little for your ability to swim with your hands bound together.
Was this really how you were going to die? By drowning at the bottom of the ocean? No better than a rat that is tossed overboard when discovered on a ship.
A short Phantom x gender nuetral! reader fluffy thing 'cause I had an idea
Phantom awkwardly shifted beside you. He hadn't cuddled in such a long time. You didn't mind, though. You just wrapped your arms around him.
He hugged back, nuzzling your chest. You could feel him heating up and his face was a little red. He had blamed that on his fire powers, but you knew better.
"You comfy?" You asked and he mumbled something in response, nodding.
You started running your fingers through his hair and he purred in response. You chuckled softly, but didn't say anything, knowing he was a little embarrassed about that quality. You thought it was adorable though.
You cupped his cheek with your other hand. He nuzzled it, closing his eyes and relaxing. You noticed the bags under his eyes. Poor guy, he was such a workaholic.
"This is nice..." He muttered. "Yeah," you agreed with a smile. You hugged him close to your chest, continued playing with his nice hair, and gently started trailing your fingers against the tattoo on his arm.
Hhhh,,, can u write the Beauty and the Beast au? (u don't have to of course ajdjgg)
I... may have gotten carried away. And also, I am so sorry if this isn't what you wanted for this AU.
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"Chase, do be careful. You know how everyone talks about the woods."
Chase laughed, tying the last rope to the wagon as Henrik crossed his arms.
"You be careful, Beauty. Anti's coming back in town today." The shudder that Henrik gave did not escape his cousin.
"Just be careful. And you better not be married to that beast when I get back."
"I'll do my best."
--
"Let my cousin go." Despite the stony look on Henrik's face, his voice shook.
The one standing in front of the man hummed. "You're brave to come here, little beauty. I will let him go, if you stay in his stead."
"Don't you dare!" Henrik ignored his cousin.
"Alright. What do I call you?"
"Most just call me Beast." He waved his hand, and Chase disappeared, only for Henrik to be replaced in the cell.
"Well, there must be something else. Because compared to someone else I know, you're not very beastly."
Beast laughed. "Come up with your own name, if you so wish."
--
A time later, the cell door swung open, and the torches on the wall lit up, one after the other, leading the way.
Henrik looked around, almost hesitant, before following the lights.
They led him to a lavishly decorated room, and the door shut behind him as he stepped in.
The first thing Henrik did was move to the balcony, opening the doors and taking a breath of fresh air.
He closed his eyes, letting the soft breeze flush over him.
--
"Have you decided what you want to call me, if you will not call me what I am?"
"You are no beast. I think you like to play at one."
"Then what does that make me?"
Henrik smiled slightly, and Beast's heart unwillingly lifted.
"I'd say merely a Phantom."
--
"I don't want you to feel like a prisoner here-"
"But that is precisely what I am, Phantom!" Henrik snapped, moving to lean against the end of his balcony.
"If I try to climb down from the balcony to go into the garden, the tree wraps its branches around me and brings me back in here. Doors lock all around me, preventing me from leaving, or from going anywhere outside of this wing."
Phantom paused, and nodded. "You're right. Come with me."
Henrik held his glare, but did so. Phantom led him through all manner of hallways, doors remaining unlocked even after Phantom went through them.
At the end of the unlocked doors, Phantom showed Henrik into a library. Shelves of books stretched across the entirety of the room.
"Who-"
"It's for you, Beauty."
--
"You, look incredible." Phantom breathed. Henrik adjusted the jacket of his green suit slightly, a blush breaking from his cheeks.
"I'm not the only one." He remarked, taking the elbow that Phantom offered.
Henrik's steps stuttered as they entered a ballroom. "You should know that I'm not much for dancing."
"Then I'll lead, hm?"
--
Chase rushed into the building, and most of the people backed off, as he looked absolutely mad.
"Chase, Chase, dear fellow." Anti chuckled, swinging an arm over Chase's shoulders. "Why the long face, why the worried eyes?"
"Get off of me, Anti." Chase spat, shoving the unwanted limb away. "I don't want your help."
"Help with what, exactly?" Marvin purred, almost appearing out of nowhere.
Chase pulled away from the other man. "I-" He looked around, seeing faces ranging from confused to concerned to jeering. "Henrik. He's being held prisoner, by a beast living in the woods."
--
Henrik barely eyed the dimly glowing red and purple orb that hovered merely an inch off of its table as he followed Phantom to the balcony. "What are you showing me?"
"This." Phantom handed Henrik a mirror. "Tell it what you want to see, and it will show it to you. Anything at all."
Henrik hesitated, holding the mirror as if it could fracture at the slightest touch. "My cousin. Chase."
The mirror's image flickered, before showing Anti and Marvin shoving Chase into a closed wagon. "What are they doing..." he whispered, though the words hardly escaped his lips. As if he already knew.
"Go to him. He needs your help."
"But I can't-"
"Go, Beauty." Phantom's voice held sadness.
Henrik handed the mirror back to him, and turned to run out the door, before pausing. "It's Henrik."
Phantom blinked in surprise as the man continued to run, but smiled gently, his heart lifting and dipping, all at once. "Henrik."
The shadow behind him moved, whispering something. The smile fell. "If he never comes back, then perhaps it is for the best, Mare."
--
"He's a beast, Henrik! And that's all he'll ever be!" Anti shouted through the pouring rain, pointing a knife at Phantom, and at Henrik as he stood between the two.
"The only beast I see is you, Anti." Henrik said coldly. "Even your only true friend has seen that."
Marvin, on the ground far below the three, was watching, standing with Chase after the pair had gotten people out of the castle.
Anti glanced down, blood streaming from the cut on his neck and his empty eye socket. "If I can't have you, then no one can." He declared, leaping forward, swinging his knife at Henrik.
He closed his eyes, waiting for a strike that never came. He only opened them at the sound of Anti screaming as he fell.
Phantom had taken the blow, and began to collapse as Henrik pulled him away from the edge.
"You really are beautiful, Henrik."
"Shut up, Phantom, you're saying that like you're going to die. Which you're not. I'm not allowing it." Henrik choked out, brushing tears away that only mixed with the rain.
"I'm sorry I was so cruel to you."
Behind Henrik, the orb dimmed even more, lowering even closer to the table. A shadow covered it, watching.
"In the beginning. But you gave me more than almost anyone. I-" Henrik choked back a sob. "I love you, Phantom."
There was no response, and Henrik buried his face in Phantom's chest.
The rain slowed, and as it did, the shadow held its place, even as Chase and Marvin rushed up the stairs and into the room before the balcony. They shared a look, bowing their heads as Henrik sobbed.
Seconds went by, turning into a minute, then another. And Phantom (and the orb) began to glow.
Phantom's wings and cracked horns disappeared as he floated, and Chase pulled Henrik back as Phantom lowered back to the ground.
Panic! At The Disco - Build God, Then We'll Talk [Cover by NateWantsToBa...
Me: *Excited for some good P@tD vibes from Nate*
Me: ... My ego senses are tingling.
*2:05 mark hits*
Me: OH YOU SONOVABITCH!
Now, allow me to explain my revelation ~
*Please note, this is for fun, my “indepth” speculations are not meant to be taken too seriously*
Given that nearly every song of P@tD was heavily Mare, I went into this thinking I might pick something up for him.
But with how the words were flowing, and Nate’s portrayal for the video, I wasn’t sensing him at all.
It wasn’t until we got the scene with the strobe effect that I finally glimpsed who really was there.
I’d somehow forgotten that Phantom had been strong and present during Nate’s video for “Death of a Bachelor.” The casual clothes did very well in concealing him, but there’s no mistaking that level of emotion in his voice and when the darkness covers his face it’s even stronger.
Which brings to mind the argument on whether Phantom can be considered a separate entity from Nate, or if he’s a metaphysical being that comes and goes in possession of Nate.
All in all, this is an old favorite of mine and it was real nice hearing Nate sing it <3
Not gonna lie, thanks to a caffeine kick that lasted the majority of the day, I worked on this instead of my actual job. WHOMP WHOMP.
But I’m really happy with the end result, and I’m really eager to see what you guys think!
Edited by @the-wild-ego
PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE /
PART SIX / PART SEVEN
The two men were apprehended and brought to the castle’s dungeons.
Upon receiving this news King Phantom abandoned the corpse, giving the guards instructions to dispose of it. He’d gather more information from a body able to speak.
One portal and ten steps, and he was in his dungeon.
The castle dungeon held the kingdom’s murderers, rapists, and arsonists. Rather than keep an entire building separate for these criminals, the King preferred to have them close at hand. For those days when he was feeling particularly bothered and needed someone to take his frustrations out on.
It used to be he would do so without giving it a second thought, but after some nagging on his servant’s part, he would cast a truth spell on the scum first, and ascertain whether they were rightfully imprisoned.
It was fascinating to learn how many were genuinely the culprit, and how many of them were thrown in as a scapegoat for someone else, or had willingly taken the blame for a friend or family member.
His servant had given him another, more fun suggestion regarding his treatment of prisoners.
When he found them innocent of their crime, he would make them watch what he did to true guilty criminals. Then he would release them, and encourage them to describe the event in full detail to anyone who would listen.
As a result, the crime in his kingdom had dropped rather quickly. Many people had made requests to move from his kingdom. It was an enjoyable method of weeding out those that would pollute his land and cause him to listen to more complaints.
The cells held a handful of prisoners at the moment. Some had been around for a few months, and upon his arrival, immediately scurried to the back corner of their enclosure.
The guards in charge of the dungeons, for this shift, bowed and indicated the cell that their new captures had been thrown into.
Walking up to the bars, King Phantom’s brows rose as he saw the condition of the men. One had his arm in a sling, his lower lip was split, and his right eye was nearly swollen shut. The other had his hand bandaged, with purple fingers sticking out, his nose was broken in two places, and a nasty gash was visible on his cheek.
Looking over his shoulder at the guards he asked, “Put up a fight did they?”
The guards exchanged a quick glance with each other, then both gave the slightest shrug of their shoulders.
King Phantom was smirking as he tsked, “Naughty, you know they’re my toys to break.”
The men in the cells shifted, inching themselves further back.
King Phantom breathed in deep and hummed in pleasure at the smell that reached him, “Afraid are you? Good. You should be. You two unfortunate miscreants are far out of your league. I’ve an idea of who you’re working for, but I’d love to know who you think you’re working for.”
He unfastened the ties to his cloak, and let it drop to the ground. He flicked his finger and the lock on the cell came undone. Pulling open the door, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. A wave of his hand and all the torches in the dungeon extinguished themselves.
One of the men whimpered.
A pair of blazing, inhuman, ruby irises peered down at them.
Then, they were both screaming.
*~*~
A woman’s screams ripped you from your sleep.
Irritated, rather than alarmed (screams weren’t uncommon in this castle) you got out of your bed and shuffled over to your bedroom door.
“I swear, if they’ve hired someone new and not given her the proper warning about his Majesty’s transformations, I will skin some people.”
Opening your door, you peered out and immediately had to duck back inside, avoiding being hit as a man was sent flying past you.
Peaking around the door frame, you felt your stomach clench. The man was dead, three daggers were clustered into his chest right where his heart was.
Looking down the hall in the other direction, you wished more than anything, that you had a means of speaking to the King from any amount of distance.
At the far end of the hall, a man was single handedly holding his own against four of the guards. He was blocking, parrying, and just….dancing, around them, all while landing lethal hits with his mace. His mace which was drenched in blood, sending spray and splatter onto the walls and floor with each swing.
Going back into your room, you slipped on your boots and grabbed your cloak. You couldn’t stay in your room and just wait for the mad man to continue on his merry way with his slaughtering.
You cautiously peaked around the frame once more, and nearly succumbed to the instinct to just lock yourself inside your room. The man had brought down two more of the guards and was making quick work of the last two.
‘Where is our fire breathing King when you need him?’
You took off down the hall, sending a silent prayer to the Gods for the souls of the guards that were being slain.
“Yoo hoo! Little servant? Where are you going?! I’d like to have an evening stroll with you!”
The stones of the hall carried the man’s voice to you. The hairs on the back of your neck tingled, as he sounded far too jovial. More concerning, was that he was here, slaughtering people, people that you knew and cared about, because he was after you.
Rounding the corner, you spotted two more guards ushering the servants to the servant’s passage.
“He’s coming! Go with the servants! We need to get word to the King, now!” You’d never given yourself heirs, you’d never presumed to think you could give others orders just because of your station. Yet there was no time to consider these things. You yelled these orders at the top of your lungs all while you continued to sprint down the hall.
The guards didn’t hesitate to obey. Once the last of the servants fled down the passage, they followed after.
You continued past the servant’s passage, keeping to the main hall. No one else needed to die if you could keep this unhinged man on your tail.
Practice from being by the King’s side, or sheer luck, sent a shiver down your spine, urging you to duck.
A dagger flew over your head and into the tapestry on the wall ahead of you.
“Oh goodie! If you hadn’t moved, I would have been in a lot of trouble ~”
He was closer than you’d anticipated him to be. Did he have magic to move him faster?
Part of you wanted to stay where you were, and confront the man dressed in such gaudy clothes. The smarter, larger part of your brain, kept you running.
~*~*~*
King Phantom gave the blood on his hand an experimental lick, and cringed, “The amount of salt you humans consume is disgusting.”
The two men had given him everything he needed, and in record time.
Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the rest from his hands as he walked towards the door, “Send for the grave keepers to clean this up.”
Another guard, sweaty and breathing hard, toppled through the door, “Your...Majesty, an intruder! In the servant’s wing, he..he’s slaughtering our men, their armor does nothing to protect them!”
King Phantom paused mid-wipe, his mind latching onto the location of the intruder.
The handkerchief burst into flames and crumbled to ashes, “Where is my servant?”
The guard paled, “Th-they sent me to find you, your Majesty.”
“You ....left, my servant? Just left them, with the intruder, who is able to cut through armored guards without any effort?” with each word, King Phantom advanced on the guard, his pupils narrowing into slits.
The guard could only drop to his knees, and bow his head, “They ordered me and another to get the others to safety, Your Majesty! I was obeying their order, as you’d ordered us to do Majesty.”
A touch of ruby energy ebbed from the corner of King Phantom’s mouth as he glared down at the stupid human.
Unfortunately, the imbecile had done as ordered on both counts. Five months ago, out of sheer boredom, King Phantom had given the secret, ironclad ruling, that his servant’s orders were to be obeyed as if they were his own. It was a game to himself, to see if his servant ever noticed. He hadn’t anticipated that his servant would never take such liberties as giving orders on their own.
Of course the one time that they do, it puts their life into jeopardy.
“I will deal with you later. Lock him in the cell!” He snapped this to the two guards behind him.
First he had to go kill this intruder, then he would deal with the idiot.
*~*~*~*
Remus was having the time of his life.
He got to vent out his 'happy' on the guards, and the servants were an absolute joy to send scurrying like mice.
Then here was his target, lovely little servant that they were, they were doing quite well at dodging his daggers. Contrary to popular belief, Remus isn’t so silly, as to not collect his daggers on the go.
They were beginning to slow down, which was to be expected after running for a solid four minutes without a break.
‘Stop messing around and bring me the servant!’
Remus’s mustache drooped, disheartened to have his fun cut short. “Party pooper.” He muttered, knowing perfectly well that the spying spell placed on him would allow her Highney to hear this.
“Little Servant ~ We can’t keep playing anymore I’m afraid, but not to worry! I’ll be ever so gentle with you ~”
Remus lifted his mace and gave it a twist. The mace shrank and reformed, changing into a ripple edged dagger.
His enchanted boots responded to his will, and sent him dashing faster than he had been.
He caught up to the servant right as they tried to turn a corner that lead down a set of stairs. His arm went around their waist, and with a tiny flick, he cut an itty bitty line on the back of their wrist. His enchanted weapon had just slipped a potent sleep spell into their bloodstream.
His hold tightened as the fight went out of them, and they began to fall asleep.
A soft, “Majesty” whispering out on their last conscious breath.
“Release my servant at once.”
Remus’ mouth popped into an “Oh” as he looked down to the base of the stairs.
A rather handsome chap was advancing, a ruby aura of power ebbing from his body. His voice had been deep, gurtual, ancient.
Not scared in the least, Remus dipped and scooped up the servant’s legs to hold them in a princess carry.
“Sorry, Scrumptious Highney, but I’m on delivery duty. And your adorable little friend here is the package. TA TA!”
Knowing it was there, Remus took a step backwards, through the golden rimmed portal.
The King leaped from the step, reaching for the portal. His hand barely caught the edge of his servant’s cloak, just as the portal snapped closed, severing the piece of cloth he held from the rest of their cloak.
