#prince connor

[man-reading]

Prince Connor

Los Angeles, CA, United States

[dancheco]

Prince Connor By Daniel P Photo

[selfships-in-spanish]

This is @tinmiss1939‘s fault for indulging me into this AU and I have 0 regrets. Thank you, my beautiful and talented friend. Best partner in crime ever B)

So, yeah. 

I fell into temptation after these Mafia!AU tweets and went full on Sleeping Beauty AU because I got so many feelings and nostalgia. Also the art style is so damn pretty and jfhsdkdgsgfdf my little artist heart goes doki doki.

BUT I JUST NEED CONNOR FIGHTING A FUCKING DRAGON AMANDA IN THE NAME OF LOVE AND THEN MARRYING THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS.

HELL YEAH.

YOU GO, CONNOR.

For now, have this sketch! I will slap some colour soon and die doing the background :____) pray for my poor soul.

[miusmius]

That “women wearing armor + women wielding sword” post is basically Prince Connor 100% of the time

Anon you’re 100% right about this and he will fight anyone on this matter because c’mon, women in armours and wielding swords is his fucking jam and  the best thing ever.

Women who can kick Prince Connor’s ass makes his patata beat wildly.

[hannah-bakerr]

This Year by hannah_baker

McStrome, 48k finished

Summary from AO3:

Dylan Strome had the job opportunity he never would have dreamed of right out of college. Spend one year being Connor McDavid's...babysitter, for lack of a better word, and get springboarded into the job of his dreams with the Leafs. A regular Devil-Wears-Prada, if you will. Connor is supposed to be difficult and cold, and Dylan only hopes to survive the year.

But maybe Connor never needed someone to be his keeper. Maybe he just needed someone to be his friend.

This is it, my friends! Part 1 of 4! It’s done, and you’ll see updates every Saturday :) 

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

Just a Coincidence - Meet

Evan smiled ever so slightly. “Um, what, or, who, what’s your name?”

He doesn’t recognize me? “I’m Connor Murphy.”

“Oh! You have the same last name as the King! Do you, are, um, are you related to him?”

Connor blames Evan’s adorable smile for his answer. “No. Just a coincidence.”

In which Connor hides the fact that he's the Prince in order to woe the new castle gardener.

WC: 781

Warning: Swearing

Lunch (Chap. 2)

Masterlist

Also on AO3 (Account time2dancecpj)

This will be a multi-chapter fic

Connor didn’t bother to cover the yawn that escaped his lips. He knew, Zoe knew, his parents knew, every person with even the slightest bit of common sense knew that ball planning was one of the most boring things in the world. So why did he have to hide that fact? Actually, why did he have to be here? He didn’t have a say in the plans, so why did he have to sit through thirty-two different auditions to be the balls musicians?

“If Mom or Dad asks, I’m going to the bathroom,” Connor whispered to his sister before getting up from his throne and running out the doors into the long castle hallway. The young man took off his crown and set it on one of the desk he happened to pass by. Running a hand through his long hair, he sighed at the feeling of it flowing freely as he walked through the hallways. Connor hated the fact he had to wear it all the time. It didn’t make his life any better if he wore it or not, so why did he have to keep it on?

Lost in his thoughts, Connor slammed into another person in the hallway, sending them both to the ground. “Hey!”

“Sorry! I was, um, you, do you, or, it was my fault. Sorry,” the other person said.

Connor sat up and glared at the man. That was until he saw him. The man couldn’t be any older than Connor, looking around the same age as him. He had a tangled mop of blond hair that sat above a pair of fear-filled blue eyes. His clothes indicated that he worked in the castle, yet Connor couldn’t seem to remember ever seeing him before.

Realizing he was staring, Connor shook his head and stood up. He held his hand out towards the cute man. The man blinked at the hand, then at Connor before taking it and letting him pull him up. “Uh, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Connor shrugged and pulled his hand back. “Are you new?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. I’m, um, I’m Evan. Evan Hansen. I’m working, or, uh, I take care of the garden? Since the old gardener retired. Not, not that he looked old! Just cause, I thought since he retired he was old? And my friend said that I should work here? So I applied and the King said I could be the new gardener. Sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear all of that,” Evan rambled, playing with the edge of his shirt.

Connor used all his strength to keep from smiling at Evan’s rant. How can a guy be this cute? “I don’t mind.”

Evan smiled ever so slightly. “Um, what, or, who, what’s your name?”

He doesn’t recognize me? “I’m Connor Murphy.”

“Oh! You have the same last name as the King! Do you, are, um, are you related to him?”

Connor blames Evan’s adorable smile for his answer. “No. Just a coincidence.”

Evan nodded. “Well, I, uh, I’m, you, I should get back to the garden. It’s kind of a mess cause of the storm last night and all. It was nice meeting you, Connor,” he said.

Connor nodded. “You too, Evan. Maybe I’ll see you soon?”

The stuttering man nodded before scurrying off, keeping his head down to avoid another conversation with other passerby’s.

The Prince couldn’t help but stare as Evan ran off. He felt something in his heart tug as Evan turned the corner, away from his sight. Connor stood rooted in his spot for a few more moments before heading back to his family. He sat down next to Zoe and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. Connor decided during lunch, he would go visit the new gardner. It wouldn’t hurt to try to get to know him better, right?

“Connor. Connor? Can you even hear me?” Zoe asked, snapping her fingers in front of her brothers face.

Connor rolled his eyes and pushed her hand away from him. “Yes, I can fucking hear you. I just zoned out for a bit, geez.”

Zoe frowned. “What were you so zoned out about?”

“None of your fucking business,” Connor mumbled before returning to his thoughts. He thought about what Evan was doing right now. He thought about what Evan would want for lunch. He thought about what conversation him and Evan would have next. He thought about Evan. Evan. Evan. Evan. “Shit!”

“Connor! Watch your mouth!” Larry said, leaning over to glare at his son. “And where is your crown?”

The Prince sighed and leaned back in his chair. It was going to be a long day.

[ask-prince-connor]

@but-really-why-life

C: Nope. No clue. 

[a-foolish-jester]

SO! I’ve created an AU?

it’s basically a royal Murphy’s AU, with Larry as the King, Cynthia as the Queen, Connor as a prince and first in line, and Zoe as a Princess and second in line.

The rest of the cast work in the castle as servants and the such.

I made an ask blog for it!!

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blame my friends they encouraged me