#royal au

current writing inspiration: grateful to it for the help

this is helping me write my royal!y/n x kyoya ootori really well

cover for my fic Make Me Your Prince✨

I’ve just uploaded the 7th chapter and you can check it out here or you can start from the beginning here

Summary:

- 37k words (still in progress)

Prince Albus always battled with the idea of being a proper adult.

On one hand it meant he could finally start taking control of his own life (whatever that meant for the second born son of the King of England.) He wouldn’t have to worry so much about others telling him what to do and where to go. Even more exciting for him, was James becoming a proper adult. Once his brother got married and had kids of his own, Albus’ responsibilities to the Crown would shrink considerably and so would his spot in the public eye. Not that he wished growing up on his fun-loving, party-going brother, but the idea of nobody giving a shit about what he did seemed very enticing.

On the other hand, these adult meetings were the most dreadful things that Albus had ever partaken in.

Royal AU Franziska

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DarkCherryPeach Royal AU Art Dump ❤️

“ Hmm… It’s getting late… “

Here’s a sticker idea I had in mind for the medieval au, featuring Sir Knight in training Takahashi Misaki and his royal highness Prince Ritsu of the Onodera Kingdom.

Anywho I’m gonna make a second sticker cause I wasn’t feeling this one, and put it to a vote between the fandom to see which one you all prefer as the official sticker/possibly pin :3

Ok, I need some help deciding something… this is for my She’a King readers…

How do you wanna see Kilmonger die?

Option One: reader beats the shit out of him with Yelena but they back off when T’Challa comes back and then it ends how the movie ended

Option Two: read and Yelena go after him. Reader lets Yelena have the killing shot? (Or have the reader have the killing shot)

Option three: or do you want reader vs kilmonger only?

Those are your options, let me know what you think!

Summary: Kilmonger takes over Wakanda during your visit

Warnings: major character(s) death, angst, little fluff

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt

Word Count: 2956

A/n: I’m so sorry! Matt and Frank are not in this part - they’re mentioned but do not show up, but I promise they will be kicking ass (literally) in the next part!

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Masterlist-Part Six

The instant Kilmonger busted the doors wide open and marched towards the throne you knew shit was about to go down. You stepped to the side allowing him to walk to the foot of the steps in front of T’Challa. 

One glance at Yelena was all it took for the Widow to disappear into the background and then the room. The arrival of Erik Kilmonger only meant one thing; a Wakandan civil war was to take place. You wouldn’t leave T’Challa but you feared the number of supporters Kilmonger had. As much as you cared for T’Challa your life and the livelihood of your people came first which meant you had to return to your kingdom in one peace… eventually.

“I’m afraid I must urge you to return to your home,” T’Challa tells you softly as everyone prepares for the challenge. You look out the window.

“I think it’s a little late for that,” you tell him. The two of you watch Kilmonger supporters create a blockade around the city.

You could leave, of course, but it would cause a war to break out between your kingdom and Kilmonger. If Kilmonger wins the challenge, then that war becomes a war against all of Wakanda. If you stay, and T’Challa wins, then your friendship is strengthened within the public eye. If you stay, and he loses, things will become a little more dangerous. It’s a risk - you know this - but it’s one you see no other choice but to take.

Plus, you have faith in Yelena. You know she’ll slip past everyone and get to Maria and Sharon. The two will return to your kingdom and rally a force to come for you should you need it while Yelena plays messenger between you and them.

“Can you beat him?” You ask, T’Challa. He hesitates making your heart drop.

“I will beat him,” He assures you.

“Practice that line in the mirror a few times before you tell that to your mother, will you?” You ask, lightly teasing him. T’Challa smiles at you. “My people are with you, T’Challa. If the worst is to happen…” Your voice fades.

“My mother and my sister… keep them safe… I do not know who within my council I can trust to stay loyal to them should I fall. I fear some have been won over by his speech,” T’Challa whisper.

“We’ll keep them safe, and I’ll make sure that they reclaim the throne should you lose it,” You promise him. He thanks you quietly before wakling away.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Natasha says. “We don’t know anything about Kilmonger. We don’t know how he fights or his true motives. What does he plan to do if he takes the throne?”

“Hopefully, we won’t have to find out,” You mutter.

“I know you better than that,” Natasha says. “You don’t leave anything to chance and hope. You plan, you strategize for every possible outcome,” You send her a sly smile. “Mind cluing me in?”

“It’s as I told the king, Nat. Should he fall you’re going to get his mother and sister out of Wakanda. Keep them safe. If T’Challa loses they’re officially under my protection and are to be guarded at all costs. Shuri is showing potential of presenting as Alpha. Kilmonger won’t wait that long, he’ll kill her on spot. We have to keep her alive long enough to present and then we will put her on the throne,”

“And if she doesn’t?” Natasha asks. “She could easily become a beta,” You hum in agreement and look back out the window. Your eyes fall on Nakia. 

“There are better options than Erik,” You whisper. “No shortage of potential alpha Wakandan rulers,”

“And what about you?” Natasha asks. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you said I would get them out. You’re my king. You’re my priority,”

“Your job is to follow my orders. Those are your orders,” You growl authoritatively. “I plan to leave with you, but should we separate you’re to get them out then, if you would be so kind, bring the army to collect me,”

“I doubt I’d need anyone other than your two mates, but I’ll bring a few more able bodies souls,” Natasha smirks. You wince slightly at the mention of your mates. The whole world should know about the challenge by now seeing as the place is crawling with reporters.

“Let’s just bet on the fact that T’Challa wins, and all our plotting is unnecessary,”

T’Challa did not win. He lost - killed on national television. 

Instantly Natasha was pulling you away from the scene where you met up with Nakia and Okoye who had the queen mother and princess. T’Challa had told them about his wishes for Shuri and his mother to escape with you.

Kilmonger also anticipated this. His soldiers found your group and circled around you. You, Natasha, Nakia and Okoye formed a protective circle around Shuri and Ramonda. The four of you were able to fight off soldiers and continue towards your escape route.

Then you were separated. Natasha and Nakia were able to stay with Shuri and Ramonda while you and Okoye were forced down a different path. 

Natasha instantly tried to follow after you, but it would have been suicide. Nakia was quick to grab her jacket vowing that Okoye would protect you, but they had to keep moving. Natasha hated leaving you and feared the wrath of your mates if you didn’t catch up with them.

“Natasha, we cannot wait any longer,” Nakia stresses as the four of them hide out at the edge of the territory. It was the meeting spot, and you haven’t arrived yet.

“We stay,” Natasha doesn’t budge. She isn’t leaving you.

“If we get caught, Erik will have control over Wakanda’s future as well as your kingdoms. That’s too much power,” Nakia argues quietly leaving the Shuri and Ramonda to grieve together. Natasha’s jaw ticks.

“And if it was the other way around?” Natasha asks her. “If my king was here but Shuri was stuck inside. Would you come with us to safety?” She wonders. Nakia holds her gaze for a moment before looking away. Natasha nods looking back to the castle - visible from a distance. “We wait,” She decides.

“I will only wait a few more minutes,” Nakia tells her.

A rhythmic whistle flows through the air. Natasha’s head whips around.

“What? What is it?” Nakia questions growing tense.

“New plan,” Natasha says, leading Nakia toward Shuri and Ramonda. “You’re going to take them and go in that direction until you meet my sister, Yelena. Tell her about the orders from our kings. She’ll get you all to safety,”

“And what about you?” Shuri asks.

“I won’t leave my king behind,” Natasha tells her. She then looks into the distance and whistles loudly in response.

“Be careful,” Nakia says. Natasha gives her a smile before she departs from the ground.

Okoye was forced to turn you over. She as fully prepared to go against Kilmonger but you wouldn’t let her break her oath to the throne. You wouldn’t put her soldiers at risk for your life. Their chance to fight would come. If they are to die it should be for their own monarchy, not for an outsider. Your own people will come. They will fight with the loyal Wakandans. You will get your freedom and they will get their war. Everyone just had to be patient.

“Y/n Y/l/n,” Erik says walking up to your cell. 

You stay seated on the ground, your back pressed against the wall. Even though Erik was standing, standing above you, you showed more disrespect toward him by remaining seated.

With Fisk it was the opposite. Standing taller than him would remind him of his childhood and how everyone stood above him and beat him to the ground.

Staying seated with Erik showed him that he didn’t have respect from other kings. You didn’t see him as an equal thus couldn’t be bothered to stand for him. You knew a little bit about Erik Kilmonger and you knew he wanted respect; to be seen as an equal - even superior - to other monarchs.

You lived to piss off weaker men.

“King,” You correct him. “You may address me as your majesty, royal highness, or alpha. I’ve earned that Erik,” Kilmonger snarls as you get under his skin. You just stare into his eyes with indifference.

“And you may address me as king as well,”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you had your coronation. I mean you only just murdered the true king,”

“I didn’t murder him. I won, fair and square. I will have my coronation and you will respect me,” He states. You stare at him before lifting your eyebrows.

“A lion doesn’t go around telling everyone he’s the king. People already know… If you have to remind everyone that you have the throne now… What does that say about your rule?” You wonder.

“I’m not here to discuss my throne,” Erik snarls. You huff out a laugh.

“So,your royal highness -” You name without an ounce of courtesy. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” You ask, opening your arms in mock welcome. Everything you did just made him tick. You wondered how long it would be until you pushed him over the edge.

Then Erik’s expression changed. He smirked and stepped away from your cell. You were curious but you sure as hell didn’t show him that.

“You look uncomfortable, your majesty,” Erik bows politely. “Let’s bring your out of that stuffy cell and get you into a chair,” He decides.

Two men enter the room and grab your roughly. Your dragged out of the cell and into an adjacent room. You’re forced into a chair and tied down.

“There that’s better, isn’t it?”

“Your consideration knows no bounds,” You smirk back at him. “What can I do for you?” You ask.

“I want in on your riches and assets,” He states. “You just got a lot from defeating Fisk; I want in on what you claimed.”

“And what did you do to help me claim it?” You ask.

“Nothing,” He admits. “But I’ll let you live long enough to enjoy it,”

“How kind,” You roll your eyes.

“I also want my men on your council and a hefty chunk of your territory. Wakanda is one of the smallest countries. That isn’t fair,”

“Wakanda is the third largest country,” You deadpan. “I just surpassed them by winning the war and the only bigger is that under the Guardians treaty,”

“I’m glad you brought that up,” Erik smirks. “I also want your support in taking over the Guardian’s treaty. There’s simply too much neutral space,”

“Would you like my first born on top of that?” You wonder.

“Are you offering?” He asks, smirking. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you something in return. You’ll have first pick in our distribution of weapons, medicine and technology,”

That was tempting. However, it wasn’t worth anything he was asking for in return. You had faith that Natasha had gotten Shuri out safely. If she becomes an alpha, you’ll see to it that she retakes the throne, and you’ll work out a more enjoyable deal. 

“I’m not giving you any land or any of the riches you didn’t earn. The Guardian’s treaty isn’t mine to speak for, but I will tell you my loyalty to Gamora outweighs mine to you. No deal,” You shake your head.

“Well then, if we can’t come to an agreement on that… I’m gonna need you to sign over your kingdom to me,”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed at his audacity. 

“I’m just going to let you guess my answer to that,” You laugh shaking your head.

“If I kill you right now,” Erik says, pulling his gun out of his holster. “Your kingdom has no heir, and I will claim it,” You scoff. “Do you not fear death?” He asks.

“Not from you,” You shake your head. “You’re not going to kill me,”

“Oh, yeah?” Erik asks, crossing his arms. You nod.

“You killed T’Challa but that was - as painful as it is to admit - justified because it was a fair challenge,” You grumble. “You kill me? You might as well get on national television and declare a world war. Because if I die, my kingdom will reign hell on you. You’ll fight back with your allies and my allies will come to the fight as well. My side won the last war and you’re not even crowned king yet. Do you think your sitting firm enough in your throne to win this war?” You ask out loud.

“You’re not going to kill me, Erik. Every moment you keep me here you risk war. You just threw the rightful ruler off the throne and your first act is to declare war? On me?” You tsk and shake your head. “You’re going to release me and focus on your own country before you try to spill into mine. I’m not giving you shit, boy. I worked for what I have. I have fought and bled for my people; I will not stop now. You don’t scare me. I’ve looked the devil in the eyes and slapped the shit out of him while my mate pissed on his boot,”

Erik scoffs obviously not believing it. Your smirk turns blood thirsty. You let out a psychotic laugh. 

“Oh, you’re thinking I’m talking about my queen Matthew, aren’t you?” You ask, tilting your head. “Oh, no, darling. I’ll give you the insiders exclusive… Matt’s not my only mate,” You whisper. Erik lifts his eyebrow. “You ever hear a story about the Punisher? Frank Castle? How about Daredevil?” You ask. You don’t reveal Daredevil’s name. Let Erik think you have three other mates.

“You expect me to believe they’re your mates?” He asks.

“Do you know anything about my family? The rumors of my relationship with Frank Castle aren’t that old,” You tell him.

“Oh, right,” Erik nods. “You, Frank and some bitch named Maria,” The snarl you released was low and deadly. “Only I thought she had died and he husband left you?”

“Do you know what I did to the man responsible for her death?” You ask quietly. “I pushed a knife through the center of his throat and carved out the right side of it. Kept it as a souvenir,” The last bit was a lie but Erik obviously believed it.

“Unless you want to meet not only my wrath but the wrath of my mates - plus my kingdom, they seem to like me being their king - I’d let me go,”

“I didn’t come this far to not get what I want,”

“Spoken like a true child,” You grumble.

The door down the hallway slams open and in comes Natasha. You perk up only to see her being dragged in with multiple guns on her.

“Now you’ve done it,” You growled.

“She’s one off yours, isn’t she?” Erik asks. Natasha is forced onto her knees. The gunmen remain a safe distance. She spits out some blood and glares at him. When her eyes finally fall on you, she gives you a small nod. You relax the slightest bit knowing that Shuri and her mother are safe.

“She’s taken out about a dozen of our men.” One of the guards informs him.

“Only?” You ask. Natasha shrugs.

“It’s an off day,”

“Boy did your men get lucky,” you tell Erik. He hums and points a gun at her temple. “Chose your next actions very carefully,” You snarl.

“Meet my demands,” Erik says. Your jaw clenches.

“No,” You growled. Erik sighs and points the gun to her arm and pulls the trigger. Your eyes flare with rage as she gasps with rage. For the first time in years, you see genuine fear in her eyes but she masks it well.

“I will kill her,” Erik tells you.

“You kill her you declare war against my kingdom,”

“Apparently war is inevitable,” Erik shrugs. “Whether I kill her or not; whether I kill you or not I go to war. The only way to prevent it is to agree to my demands. Do that we avoid war, and she lives,”

You couldn’t do it. You knew he wasn’t bluffing but you couldn’t do it. The contract would be binding. Even when he releases you, you’d have no choice but to follow through. You couldn’t do it.

“No,” you tell him, your voice shaking just a bit. You look at Natasha begging her to understand. She gives you a bloody grin and begins to whistle. A tear slips down your eye as Erik pulls the trigger preventing her from finishing.

You watch Natasha fall limp to the ground. The blood began to pool around her. It didn’t feel real at first. Erik was speaking but you weren’t listening. You were looking at her.

You grew up with Natasha. Natasha, Yelena, and Valkyrie were your group of girls growing up. You went on adventures all throughout the castle. It hurt when Valkyrie returned to her kingdom, but she was still alive and visited. Natasha’s gone and there’s no bringing her back.

When you finally looked at Kilmonger all he saw was death in your eyes. You were void of all emotion. Then you whispered two words the shook him to his core and had him marching out of the room.

“You’re dead,”

Natasha’s body was left for you to watch. Even as Kilmonger’s men tried to beat you into submission. Every minute you looked at Natasha and every hit that landed on your body just fed your rage. It fed the beast inside of you.

So, for the people who are reading and enjoying my “She’s King” fic series (a series that’s a royal au A/b/o following a female alpha king X beta Frank Castle X Omega queen Matt Murdock) I’ve got a question for you…

So, there’s been hints to sex during the series but I never wrote them out. Simply because I don’t want the series to revolve around it and I honestly have to be in the mood to write such scenes - lol.

So, I’ve been thinking.. what if when I’m don’t with the series I post a separate part that has all the sex on it? I’ll describe where in the story each scene takes place so if you want the sexy time you can read it but if it isn’t for you then you can skip it.

What do you think?

Her majesty, Queen Lena.

Based on the Royal AU fic by @thornedrose44

@thornedrose44​

I got inspired by your fic…. maybe because I’m madly in love with Royal AU or I’m an English artist. But I took the fanart a little too far and kind of designed a book cover for the novel.

I will definitely be making more fanart!! 

please check out the fanfic here: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14805744

❧prompt: you and tom grew up together but always as enemies — nothing more, nothing less. as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature. you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally. which will you choose?

❧pairing: prince!tom holland x princess!reader x prince!park jimin

❧genre: angst, barely any fluff, e2l

❧warnings: light swearing, slight verbal abuse (nothing too heavy, only degradation), heartbreak ?

❧a/n: lmao there are so many hidden symbols in this fic except some are revealed so i’ll explain the color symbols in this fic: orange is the change of attraction, pink is romance, and purple is the two characters coming to peace with each other. also this is a bit longer than what i usually write so ;P hopefully the second part makes up for the shitty first chapter lmao. shit, i was originally not going to write a third part but umm… shit. ok see you in the third chapter lmao smh

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In your white organza, you let your fingertips graze over the delicate petals of the gorgeously growing gardenias. Your dress flows with your movement as you step forward, observing the chrysanthemums. Looking as perfect as usual, you moved ahead to observe your candytufts. All flowers were white, like your dress. 

Truthfully, how you obtained these enchanting flowers still puzzles you. They just suddenly appeared one day when you were considering doing something with the empty space the flowers had suddenly occupied in the garden. However, you don’t care. The flowers are perfect.

Life has become quiescent ever since Tom has left you alone, almost to the point you regret pushing him away. Of course, there was a reason to why you acted the way you did. It was time for you to mature, and Tom wasn’t helping that growth whatsoever. Although the more you think about it, the more you realize that you could’ve taken him in as an ally. You couldn’t avoid him forever, and neither could he. Eventually the two of you would grow to rule your kingdoms as king and queen.

Shaking off the growing feelings of regret, you twirl back to the kingdom, hair whipping around with you. Taking one last breath of the fresh air surrounding you, you drag your heavy body back into the same, old, stodgy castle you’ve been living in for years. 

To your surprise, a handmaiden is waiting for you, instructing you to follow her on behalf of the king, your father. Leading you to the doors of the dining hall, she adjusts and cleans off your dress, combing your hair until it neatly falls onto your shoulders.

“She’s ready,” you hear the handmaiden whisper to the tall standing butler before quickly rushing off.

“Madam,” he says sticking his arm out as the door opens, “Her royal highness, Princess Y/N L/N.”

Awkwardly curtsying in your dress, you look up to see unfamiliar faces sat across your parents’. The first face to draw in your attention is a man that looks young — a bit older than you but almost your age. Suddenly standing, the man bowed, no words spoken. You smile awkwardly before moving to take the seat beside your mother and across from the man. 

“Ah,” the woman sitting across from your mother spoke, “how nice it is to finally meet you.”

You smiled warmly, though forcibly. Your hands rest in your lap, each finger toying with the other. You look down at your manicured hands, taking a moment to put together the pieces, but nothing came to mind. Looking up in frustration, your eyes meet the man across from you. He looks angelic.

His silver hair and pale skin made him look soft. Not only that but his eyes are enchanting. They are a beautiful crystal blue color, reeling you in like you are under a spell. He has plump, pink lips, glistening every time he licks them. 

You hear someone clear their throat, “May I introduce King Park and Queen Park of South Korea and their son, Prince Park Jimin.”

 Looking around expectedly, waiting for your father or mother to speak up, you are only met with eyes staring at you.

“O-Oh,” you cough gingerly, “It’s a honor to meet you, King Park and Queen Park.” Looking over at the silver-haired boy, you shyly smile, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Park.”

He smiles, and you feel your heart clench at the sight, “And I, you, Princess L/N.”

He stands as you do, bowing to you before stretching a hand out for yours. Hesitantly, you place your hand gently in his and watch as he lightly kisses the back of your hand. Sitting back down, you feel heat rising to your cheeks as your thumb strokes the tingling sensation on the back of your hand. 

“Great,” your father quips, “Now that we’ve familiarized ourselves, let’s talk about the marriage.”

At the word, your head snaps up to look at your father. Your gaze seems to be searching for something, a sign that tells you that your ears are deceiving you. Sadly, nothing suggests that your ears are wrong. 

For the rest of the discussion, you’re not in your body, soul floating about and out of the kingdom. What pulls you back to reality is the sensation of the chair attempting to be pulled out from underneath you.

Abruptly, you stand up, curtseying the Park Royalty goodbye.

“See you soon, princess,” Jimin says, exchanging the title for a cheeky nickname, before kissing the back of your hand once more but letting his lips linger longer. 

You blush away from his touch and give him a shy smile as you watch his slim figure slip out of the large doors.

Once the family is no longer in your sight, you burst at your parents, “Marriage? Seriously?” 

You are infuriated. You never expected to be married off to some stranger, nonetheless at such a young age. You had just turned 21, for fucks sake. Moreover, they didn’t even consider discussing the situation beforehand.

“Look, darling,” your mother places a delicate hand on your cheek, “We’re growing old and soon we won’t be able to protect this kingdom. We need to pass it on to someone more reliable and trustworthy.”

“Yeah, then pass it on to me. Just me,” you clarify.

“As much as I’d love to do that, you know it’s not possible. You’re not possibly strong enough on your own,” she gives you sympathetic eyes.

“I’m- Excuse me? Not only are you stripping away my freedom of choosing my own significant other, but you’re now degrading me?” You snap, seeing red. 

“You know that’s not what I mean-” your father cuts your mother off.

“Enough! We gave you a chance already,” he huffs, anger rising as well.

“What chance? Vincent? If I had known that-”

“Vincent? That silly boy? No, that was show enough that you can’t choose the right people to help rule this kingdom, but albeit that wasn’t your chance. There’s someone else that’s been beside you all your life. It’s been planned for ages, and you just had to go off and ruin it,” your father roars.

“Who else is there? My handmaidens?” You laugh sarcastically, tears filling your eyes.

“Think, you foolish child! If you can’t even figure out who it is, you definitely won’t be able to rule a kingdom alone,” you shake angrily at your father’s debasing words.

Thinking as hard as you can through your sorrowful rage, a face pops into your head.

Tom.

“Has it finally clicked yet?” Your father’s voice breaks your trance.

“Tom,” you whisper, weakly.

Without any other words, he nods, escorting your mother and himself out of the room, leaving you to think to yourself. 

“Excuse me, ma’am,” a handmaiden spoke up, “would you like us to prepare anything? Like a bath or supper?”

Shaking your head, you dismissed her, thoughts racing in your head.

It suddenly got all too stuffy to be staying in the kingdom. You had to get out. You had to breathe in the fresh air of the wet grass, old, growing trees, and your precious flower garden.

Moving as fast as your heel-clad feet could take you, you rush out and towards your white flowers when you notice a silhouette standing above them, watering them.

His brunette locks shine in the golden light of the setting sun. As you move closer, you can see his well-constructed body through his garments. What he wore wasn’t anything special, just a white button down and grey trousers. 

“Did you know?” You ask, voice wavering.

“Of course I knew,” he replies, quietly, voice soft to soothe you.

“Why didn’t you-” you felt yourself choke on your words, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to force you into falling for me,” he simply shrugs, hands playing with your flowers. “Although, seeing where we are now, I can’t say that what I did has encouraged us towards marriage.”

Standing in silence together, the pair of your stare at the flowers, the white of the petals turning orange, then pink, and then purple, following the shifting colors of the sky. 

“I’ve missed you,” you suddenly blurt out.

Tom turns his head to face you, “I’ve missed you as well, darling.”

Tears erupt from your eyes, and you fall into Tom’s chest, arms wrapping around his torso.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t mean what I said at the ball. I don’t know what got into me.”

You felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s alright, darling,” he sighs, hand rubbing the arch of your back.

“It’s not. What I said was wrong. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you shake your head, hair sticking onto your wet skin.

“I forgive you, darling. Please stop crying,” he says sweetly before pulling back to wipe away your tears.

You look at him with glistening, doe eyes. Your hair is a wild mess, and the minimal makeup you wore had smudged off, revealing your natural beauty.

“Do you want to know something about your flowers?” Tom asks, trying to change the subject and cheer you up.

Nodding, you give him a silent answer.

“These,” he points at your chrysanthemums, “mean truth,” next, the candytufts, “indifference, and finally, my favorite,” the gardenias, “secret love.” He looks over to see your sparkling eyes of fascination, “Ever wonder how you got these?”

“Yes, I wonder every time I see them. Do you know who or how?” You ask, completely oblivious to the fact that he knows you didn’t personally request for the flowers to be planted.

He chuckles, “It was I, darling.”

You turn to face him in shock, “You?”

“Let me explain,” he smiles, “I first sent these to you when I realized my feelings for you. The gardenias represented my hidden love for you, the white chrysanthemums represented that I was going to tell you soon, and the candytufts represented you and your indifference for my feelings. You were perfect. You are perfect,” he corrects himself, “Then, when you started Vincent, I became jealous, and I was mad that you chose the man that you had barely known over me. I was beside you all of your life, yet you chose him,” Tom’s face contorts in jealousy. “I became bitter, and whenever I saw you, I saw him. He was always beside you. I treated you more harshly because of him, but when I heard news of your breakup, I immediately regretted the way I treated you. I should’ve protected you, rather than ignoring you.”

With eyes of awe, you whisper to yourself, “Tom likes me?”

“I’d say ‘love,’ but if you’re more comfortable with ‘like’ then I happy that you’re happy,” he chuckles.

You warm smile drops, “I’m sorry I treated you with such dislike. If I’d known, I would’ve respected you.”

The smug look on his face drops as well, “Does this mean you don’t feel the same way about me?”

“Well, to be honest, Tom, up until a couple weeks ago, I thought we had a mutual hate, but I do think that I have potential feelings for you that are slowly but surely arising. Although, even if we wanted to be together, it would be impossible,” you look down at your hands, tears developing in your quivering eyes at the mention of the arranged marriage.

He smiles lamentably, “I know.”

The two of you stand in silence, heads hanging in despair. None of you have anything else to say, only there to enjoy being in each others presence. You only move when you hear sniffles that don’t belong to you.

“Tom?” You say his name, hopelessly. Not receiving a response from him, you look up to see his shaking figure. “Oh, Tommy,” you coo, taking him into your arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you rub his back, face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

You let Tom sob in your arms until he ran out of tears to cry. When he finally collects himself and is in the right state of mind, again, he places a gentle kiss to your cheek before running off and leaving you to yourself in your dark garden.

You look up at the sky. The sun is already long gone, and the stars have come out to play with the moon. A tear falls down your cheek, left with confused feelings and a broken heart.

Jimin sits on the marble seat of his balcony, staring up at the dark sky, wondering what you were up to at the moment. He was infatuated with you at first glance; your beauty lures and traps him. 

Jimin smiles at the twinkling stars, a sense of thrill flowing through him.

There were three stars that shone especially brightly that night. One of said stars twinkled its last day, falling unannounced, leaving the one star sad and confused and the other excited and ready.

iceicevaguely:

TPN concept where Norman’s a royal tutor, Emma’s the commander Yuugo’s daughter, Ray is the prince and the Queen Isabella is waging war against the demons. On the side, she runs the tributary system where people from the Gracefield kingdom get presented to demons on a platter to limit the casualties inside the castle. Ray knows the truth but Norman and Emma don’t suspect anything until Yuugo is “killed” on the battlefield and sends Emma a coded letter in his will. All the smaller kingdoms (the farms) are ruled by the Ratri Clan, which Regent Peter Ratri heads after the assassination of his brother, King James.

Bonus: Norman speaks like that mf in Princess Bride “as you wish.” Nat’s a bard-in-training, Don’s a stable-boy, Ayshe’s a beast-keeper, and Gilda’s an armorer (she wants to be a seamstress but she and Emma are close because of how often Yuugo needs new armor)

I had this concept for a TPN royal AU a while back and I decided to write a little something for it:

“I should hand in my resignation right this instant,” Sister Krone would say, but the trio had seen enough of their tutor to take her threats seriously.

At 8-years-old, their tutor’s ward, the Commander’s daughter and Her Majesty’s son were thick as thieves, having grown up together within Gracefield castle.

As the war against the Demons raged on beyond their walls, the three children were content to spend their days studying together, their evenings sparring, and their nights dining at the Queen’s table.

“So then that’s Mars isn’t it, Sister Krone?” asked Norman, pointing at a single speck barely visible from their astronomy tower.

“Very good, Norman,” said the tutor appraisingly.

“And when Mars isn’t at the right spot, the kingdom loses battles, doesn’t it?” asked Emma, thinking of her father who would be off somewhere bloodying his sword again.

Sister Krone nodded gravely.

“Is that why you broke your bow sparring me, Emma?” jested Ray.

“I’ll break your arm next,” frowned Emma, never having been one to pay regard to her companion’s royal lineage.

“Norman will sooner throw a spear, than you can manage,” smirked the prince.

“Norman shall throw a spear, then,” declared Emma, “Won’t you, Norman?”

“As you wish,” agreed Norman, smiling.

Ray laughed derisively, “And who’s going to train him? You, whose frame doesn’t even reach half of the spear?”

Emma responded by aiming at a blow at his head, her astronomy book in hand, while Norman yelped, Ray snickered (and ducked), and Sister Krone sighed, smiling.

“Terrorizing your friends again, are we, Emma?” chuckled a voice behind them, and the children turned to face Sir Yuugo, still donning his armor (though, mercifully blood-less).

“Dad!” yelled the Commander’s daughter, launching herself at the formidable-looking man.

Crouching to receive her, Yuugo lifted Emma by the waist, holding her up with her arms hooked around his neck.

“You’re back early,” exclaimed Krone, mirroring Norman and Ray’s surprise (and relief).

“Did the demons surrender Golden Waters, Sir Yuugo?” asked Norman intently.

“You’ve been reading your strategy,” laughed Yuugo, setting Emma down, “But you’re close. That demon stronghold…may be salvageable.”

Ray felt his heart leap in his chest, as Norman, Emma and Krone cheered.

“All thanks to our excellent cavalry, of course,” said a grandly-dressed woman stepping behind Yuugo.

“Queen Isabella!” gasped Emma, and together, everyone in the room bowed, their right hands wrapped in a fist at their hearts.

Ray, who had made no such motion, felt his lip curl, as it always did at the sight of the Queen.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, and then, remembering his company, added hastily, “Mother.”

“To invite you all to celebrate, of course,” said Isabella, her smile serene, though Ray was certain she had noted his impudence, “the children can retire early this one night, can’t they, Sister Krone?”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” said Krone, bowing again.

As Norman and Emma chattered excitedly, bounding towards the dining hall, Ray let himself fall back, if only to hear Sir Yuugo and Sister Krone’s conversation.

“What was the toll this time?” asked his tutor heavily.

“150,” responded Emma’s father grimly.

“I see. And were you able to recover the -,” but what they had wanted to recover Ray was unable to catch, because Isabella had placed a cold hand on his tunic.

“Walk with me, Prince Ray,” said his mother softly.

“Of course, Mother,” said Ray somberly, following her into the hallway leading to her chambers.

“The General’s news didn’t seem to please you much,” remarked Isabella, once Yuugo and Krone were out of earshot, “Does it wound you to see your military successful?”

“It wounds me,” began Ray, dropping all pretense, “to know a hundred-and-fifty men and women died without knowing than two-hundred more will be sent as tribute in their wake without any fight.”

The Queen’s smile had slid off her face.