#royals au

[pbeltarts]

let me take your pain away

i have a rough Royals AU thanks to a random song and its angsty so ofc I drew the angst :>

[asimp4bee]

Meabee in different AUs | part. 2 ✨

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Part 1!

[bylyrical]

Cleric/prince Will X Paladin Mike AU

Ignore how terrible this is, but when i have an idea i need to execute it

Word count: 1112

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Will doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting on these firm leather couches for. All he knows is that they’re hurting his ass. Mike - no - Will’s Paladin, is sitting beside him, his head laying ever so gracefully on the table in front of him. His soft black hair falls around his shoulders, wisps of it falling onto his face, where freckles are scattered, as if Will flicked his paint brush onto his Paladin’s face. Will can feel deep brown eyes lingering on him, looking Will up and down like he’s an artwork to be admired. Will cocks his head slightly down in the Paladin’s direction, raising his brow. 

“What are you looking at, Sir?” Will questions quietly. Mike gives him a small grin. 

“What does it look like, my Lord?” He asks, his words slurring. Will can feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment. What a stupid question to ask. The answer was so daringly obvious.

Rolling his eyes, Will puts his focus back on the party happening in front of him. In the background of all the commotion, Will can hear light classical music playing that seems to pique Mike’s drunken interest. He’s tapping his fingers on the table to the melody. Will watches as those around them find partners and take to the dance floor, swaying and twirling rhythmically along with the music. 

Will knew letting Mike drink was a bad idea, and he should have learnt that from the last time Mike had gotten drunk. The lingering taste of whiskey hits Will like a freight train. His hand reaches for his lips, remembering when soft, gentle ones were on his. The ghost touch of hands around Will’s waist and his own in someone else's hair, tugging at it as their hands worshipped Will’s body like he was a god. 

The memory crashes around him at the sound of light rustling. Will quickly shifts his head to where his Paladin had once lain his head, now desolate. Instead, Mike is now standing in front of Will, stretching out his hand. Will can help but direct his gaze to Mike’s beautiful face.

“Come.” Mike mouths. Part of Will knew that he shouldn’t take Mike’s hand, refuse to be seen with him as more than Prince and Paladin in such a public space. But another part of Will, the part that yearned to relive that moment from months ago, riddled with curiosity, wanted to take Mike’s hand and never let it go. To hold it close to his heart and tell Mike that he was all Will wanted, all that he needed. And, of course, that fragment of Will’s heart is the one that he decides to follow.

 Will takes his outstretched hand hesitantly. Mike pulls him up, his calloused hand gripping Will’s with such forbearance that it shocks Will. How could he have so much restraint when all Will could think of was when those same, calloused hands had gripped his hips and pulled him close? 

A small gasp escapes Will as Mike pulls him along, guiding Will to the centre of the ballroom, right under the exceedingly large crystal chandelier. Mike gives Will a drunken smile as he pulls him closer to his chest. Will’s mind races as his Paladin leans in, pulling his face down to Will’s ear before whispering, “Dance with me.”

It’s not a request. 

It’s an order. 

Mike places his hands on Will’s waist, holding him firmly. Copying the people around them, Will place his hands on Mike’s armoured shoulders. Will doesn't dare to look at Mike’s face as they sway to the light hum of the piano, instead opting to look at the marbled floor. 

This is so wrong. So wrong. A Paladin and a Prince shouldn’t dance together. The only dance that either of them should be executing is through battle. Mike’s grip tightens. It’s unsettling. 

Will knows that this isn’t right, but he just can't help himself. The desolate place in his heart reserved for Mike yearns for its spot to be filled with touches like these, with Mike’s delicate touch on ivory skin, even if it's hidden beneath fabric.

“Are you okay, Mike – Sir?” The question lingers between them, neither of them daring to address that none of this is okay, that none of it should even be considered. The only response that Will manages to receive is the tightening grip of Mike’s toughened hands around his waist. Will looks up to get a visual of Mike, to try and picture what he’s thinking, what he’s aiming to achieve, but his face is unreadable. Well, maybe not. He’s clearly drunk. Maybe even a little ecstatic. 

Mike is already looking down at Will when they make eye contact, smiling that big, stupid grin of his. Will’s knees go weak, and his lips part in a way that almost looks like Will wants to kiss him. Almost. 

His deep hazel eyes bore into Will’s own, and WilI swears that he feels his heart skip a beat. No, I can’t be thinking like this! He’s my Paladin. He works for me. 

As if the world can read my mind, Jane shows up to dissipate the moment. 

“Mike, why don’t you come dance with me? The Queen requires her son’s assistance,” She gestures to Will. 

Jane steps closer to Mike, giving Will a look that says, you know you can’t do this. Mike’s grip loosens on Will, and he takes the opportunity to stumble backwards, away from Mike and his addicting touch. He makes his way to the edge of the ballroom. He knows Joyce doesn't need him, it’s just a ploy to take Will away from mike, just as he had reluctantly told her to do just nights before. 

Will watches as Jane takes Mike’s shoulders and attempts to sway his body to the music. Despite her protests, Mike stays as still as a rock. She edges her face closer to his, and she says something that Will can’t make out from a distance. Mike shakes his head and mumbles something inaudible, but Will can tell just from the look on Jane’s face that she isn’t impressed. She glances over her shoulder, looking directly at Will with a look of sympathy, before letting go of Mike’s shoulders, shaking her head, taking a step back, and walking off without another word. The Paladin is left standing in the middle of the ballroom alone. 

It’s only a matter of time before Mike’s compelling aura sets back into Will, so he uses Mike’s desolation as a chance to get back to his chamber. Just as he turns to leave, Will hears a hard voice calling his name. “Will.”

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[faeyells]

Hey, is anyone interested in a fic???

It gonna be vaguely medieval but not really, it’s a sort of fairytale-esque so everything is blurry around the edges.

It was originally just going to be a nobleflower fic but now it has Wolfstar, jegulus, pandamarylily (is that what it’s called?), rosekiller, dorlene, quillkiller, and other shit going on too. Main plot okay

Narcissa loves to sword fight, she’s really good at it. Her mentor places her in a knights competition, there she meets Alice, a commoner turned knights apprentice, and as they fall in love and face the dramas of the court, Narcissa’s marriage and their hardships, everyone they know also changes.

Sirius loves hunting, loves rocketing through the forests with James Peter and his cousins, while our riding one day, he stumbles across a man living in the woods. Remus just tends to his sheep, looks after his house and his hound and lives a quiet, happy life. Sirius wants so badly to run away with him, but his ties to his family are too strong for him to cut.

Regulus moved away to the countryside, to get away from his brother, he now lives in their parents large estate, handling affairs of war, paperwork and finances for the family, it’s slow, but he loves the silence. When James comes to escort a foreign dignitary to the estate so regulus may converse with him, they are stuck together for a few months.

Lily is a witch, living in the place where forest and city meet, she is good friends with Remus and so when he tells her of his lovers plight, his need to escape the family, she tells him she knows just the spell to make someone forget another, even their own family, though she needs a few things, including the hair of a prophet and the blood of a siren.

Mary is captured by a crew of war bound sailors, pirate hunters and navymen, while a swimming too far from her school of sirens. When their ship is attacked by pirates, Mary and the captain of pirate hunters, Dorcas, are captured by the pirates, they meet Marlene, and Barty, the co-captains who are willing to help them if they cooperate.

Pandora and Evan come from a far away place, at war, they reach the kingdom and are split apart, Evan going on a trip to meet the Blacks dignitary, and Pandora searching for the witch she saw in a dream.

Evan complains to regulus about the ship of soldiers that was meant to arrive at his kingdom but was lost at sea near here, asks if it was them, complains of his missing friend Dorcas. Regulus explains the pirates in the area, how they dock near here, he meets Barty and takes him into custody, letting Mary, Dorcas and Marlene go, and so… rosekiller ensues.

Bellatrix is a noblewoman of high respect, and she would like to keep it that way, she would also like to know what her sisters are up to, Rita helps with both of these things, as well as some… other things Bellatrix doesn’t want to admit she wants.

It’s long and I was only figuring some of it out while I was writing this but, I love it, I’ve already started drawing some stuff and have more notes than you can imagine but… yea or nae?

[catruru]

sasuhina month 2025, day 16

this is my participation for this year's celebration, a short one-shot, a SasuHina playdate

Day 16, Royals AU

@sasuhinamonth

link to the fic

[writtenbygracewilliams]

I hyperfocused a bit too hard, time to start posting a smau I first came up with *checks notes* less than 24 hours ago. Everything in this series will be tagged #obligated smau and all the parts are linked at the bottom of this post. If you prefer smau’s on Twitter the thread is here. The whole thing is also now posted on ao3 as well.

Master post

Obligated {franchela centric smau} part 1/60

Francesca was born into the royal family, she knows what all of the rules are. She just didn’t think they all applied quite the same to the fifth child in the line up.

Let’s meet the family! This is their website!

[might’ve tried a bit too hard on the accuracy, please don’t snitch me for copyright to the British royal family] [but I came up with that crest myself #graphic design is my passion]

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18.1 Part 18.2 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39 Part 40 Part 41 Part 42 Part 43 Part 44 Part 45 Part 46 Part 47 Part 48 Part 49 Part 50 Part 51 Part 52 Part 53 Part 54 Part 55 Part 56 Part 57 Part 58 Part 59 Part 60

Family Tree & Timeline (includes spoilers, maybe read at the end)

–Grace Williams xo

[aelphabaofthewest]

Fiyerabapril prompt 9: Royal

Last prompt of the month! So I went a little nuts! I hope y’all like it!

It’s been a blast creating art for Fiyerabapril this month. It’s gotten me back in the swing of doing my art.

Elphie is 43 here, and Fiyero is 42.

They’ve been dating in secret, but 6months following his controversial divorce with Sarima, the prince reveals he’s been dating Animal Rights activist and Eminent Thropp, Elphaba, for 10 years.