#king au

[cowyolks]

HER MAJESTY,

PART TWO OF KING AU (Read Part One Here)

Prompt: King! König x Female Reader

Summary: Your King indulges you on your wedding day. For you are his new wife and queen.

Words: 6.3 k

Warnings: Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Spit, Voyeurism, Public Sex (Bedding Cermony), mentions of running a train, P in V Sex, Cum Eating, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink. Please note that these are inaccurate scenes of Weddings, Bedding Ceremonies and Coronations.

A/N: Whew! I had to take multiple breaks with this one guys. Please enjoy and tell me what you think! Part Three?

“Pst,”

“Pst!”

Your eyes flickered around the warm halls of the keep, several torches illuminating the corridors as the sun set through the stain glass windows. Still, you could not pinpoint where the calling noise came from.

Your fingers reached for the singular dagger you had secretly hidden against your thigh. Even in your wedding dress, you didn’t like being defenseless, perhaps it was the General in you.

Before you could brush off the odd pestering, a warm hand fell over your mouth, halting and muffling your yelp all in one motion. With a tug, you fell backwards, darkness invading your senses as you scanned the familar room you were pulled in.

An opposite hand held onto your wrist, stopping you from using the dagger clutched between your fingers. You released the weapon once you heard the familiar chuckle of your promised.

“Easy, Maus.”

You whirled around, the sound of your heels echoing in the empty room.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill you!” You whispered harshly into the darkness, only the shine of your earrings, the white of your wedding dress and König’s crown glinted against the pitch black.

“I suppose I am… lucky that is,” his words were filled with pride and satisfaction, you imagined his pupils blown out and hungry looking. Like a wolf stalking upon sheep.

“Why’d you pull me in here? I’m supposed to be meeting in the throne room shortly.”

His hands weaved around the middle of your back, pulling you tight against his chest. His form massive and daunting as he enveloped you. He smelt of cherry wine and sage, a combination that made your legs weak.

“It’s the last time I’d see you before you were my wife, I wanted to leave this part of us on a good note, ja?”

You couldn’t help the little smile that flew upon your lips. It’s a word you’d never grow tired of, his wife, the queen.

“Whatever you plan on doing, we don’t have time.” You scolded, although your hands were already betraying you, your palms slowly sliding down his chest, the softness of his cloak like velvet under your skin.

“How do you expect me to simply act as a King when you’re dressed like a Goddess, hm?” He leant forward, his mouth chasing downwards to your own lips, catching them in a mouthwatering kiss.

He pulled away briefly, one of his canines biting harshly upon the flesh of your bottom lip. You whined at the painful sting, relishing in the feeling of arousal building under your dress.

“We don’t have time.” You practically whined, thighs rubbing together almost pathetically.

“I know.” Your King whispered into the dark, the intention in his voice the exact opposite of what he said. His tone was needy, desperate.

Quicker than a flash of lightning, he flipped you, your ass pressed harshly against his growing length in his trousers. His chin pressed down against your collar bone, his body morphing into the unintentional arch of your back. His foot kicked your ankles apart, spreading your legs so he could fit his feet between your hunched over form. You shouldn’t, but you will.

Anything for the king.

König tilted his head, his lips greedily sucking upon your pulse point, quickly you jerked back, eyes narrowed as you looked him in the eyes.

“No marks…” you sounded, you did little to hide the disappointment in your voice, your body yearned to be painted in bruises and lovebites of your King’s doing. But alas, you had a reputation to uphold.

König pouted slightly, a rumbling chuckle vibrating from his chest, the vibrations filtering to your back. “I suppose you’re right.” He kissed your temple, before reaching back to your hips, his fingertips squeezing the soft flesh beneath the white lace.

“We have to be quick.” You sighed in defeat, although this defeat reaped plentiful rewards. Rewards in the form of your monstrous fiancé.

“I agree, although you deserve more than a few moments, I’ll promise you more time later tonight.” He vowed, lips finding the soft flesh of your shoulder again.

You reached behind your back, gently palming upon the hard length of his clothed cock, you heard his shaky exhale, just the same as the first time you held his cock. With a nimble finger you twisted upon his belt and buttons.

König hummed, “Cheeky girl, so eager for my cock.”

“Can’t help it.” You found yourself pouting, even more so when König pulled away to inch his trousers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight in the darkness.

“Don’t have time to warm you up. Think you can take it?” He cooed, his large hand pumping his shaft slightly.

You nodded, already beginning to gather your wedding dress to pool around towards the front, revealing your bare back to him, ravishing in the purr that escaped his body.

His hand reached upwards, palm engulfing upon the whole width of your neck, pulling you impossibly close to his body. His other hand guided his cock against your semi-wet cunt, a teasing dance that had you squirming.

“I need words, darling. Tell me you can handle it?”

You squirmed again at the feeling of his spit falling down between your ass, coating your cunt and his hard length in extra slick. It was enough to make you gasp.

“Yes! I’ll be good, I can handle it.” You pleaded, cheek nearly smacking against the stone wall near your head when he pushed inside your walls in a painful stretch. He groaned at the tightness, just as your vision went black from the stinging pain and fullness you felt when his cock tore into you.

One of his long arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down impossibly deep upon his length, enough to make you squeak pathetically.

“That’s it darling, stay standing for me.” The King whispered in your ear, it was then you noticed just how little feeling you had in your legs, his arm holding majority of your weight. So much so that the tips of your toes were the only thing brushing against the cobblestone floors in each wicked thrust of his hips.

It was pathetic how much you unraveled around him. How each snap of his hips and scorching kiss amongst your neck brought you to oblivion.

It was delightfully sinful, having your soon to be husband ravish you in the innocent white of your wedding dress.

At the rate he was going, you wouldn’t last much longer, he seemed to pinpoint this too. König pressed his thumb to your clit, adding delightful pressure all the while still holding you up.

“Can’t take… much more,” he whined pathetically against your shoulder, getting himself lost in the tightness of your soppy cunt. It was simply enchanting watching such a giant fold to you.

It didn’t take long for you to see stars, hands reaching back to hold onto him as you clenched in preparation, with a few more feral thrusts against your walls you released with a moan, only able to savor the feeling for a moment before König took the liberty of burying into you.

His arms flexed against your middle, pulling you in a vice as he filled you, his panting the only thing that could be heard in the silent room. Warm seed ran down your thighs, making you snap out of the blissed out sensation and focusing on the chiming of wedding bells.

Your own wedding bells.

“Fuck, We’re late!”

It was delightful how easy it was for König to put on a show. While he didn’t necessarily like the attention, he was never shy to show you off, or his kingdom.

The palace was decorated in the most lavish of gems, diamonds and gold. Among with the hundred of white roses and tulips that happened to be your favorite.

He always knew. He always did.

Hundreds upon hundreds of voices chatted through the large doors that would open in a couple of moments. Several civilians, nobles, your knights, and even other kings and queens awaited for this day. A day so incredibly special to you.

A day you’d become the King’s wife.

“Ready?” Your second in command asked from beside you, someone who would stand position to you against all your other knights on your way to the alter.

The knights represented a move of power towards the King. All your ranks and achievements would be flaunted all the while as you wore a white dress.

With a nod of your head, your second in command opened the large oak doors, the swinging of the hinges alerting the people that you were coming, and with a small inhale you began to descend alone, head held high as your searching eyes found your King.

He was there, a small smirk upon his lips as his eyes drank you in. The darkness of his chambers didn’t do him Justice, now in the warm setting sun, shaded by the beautiful gleams of stained glass did he look truly ethereal.

His auburn hair the color of flickering candlelight and warm cider parted for the iron-clad crown proudly displayed on his temples, the crown held no jewels, simply a testament to his power, made strictly of steel.

He was dressed in the colors of his nation, robes of red and white adorned his board shoulders and chiseled chest. His trousers were a dark color, that matched the black sigil illustrated on his cloak.

Your steps were sure, even with the thousands of eyes upon you. Your King’s eyes twinkled as he took you in. His gaze was the only thing you saw.

König reached out, his palm open to you, open to your new union. You took it with greedy hands, a smile upon your lips as you thought of how he was yours. Yours, yours, yours.

The officiants speech were blurred, a messy contraption of words you were too occupied to hear, until a heavy cloth landed upon your shoulders. The familiar black material that smelt like cherry wine and sage covered your dress. It dwarfed in comparison of your body, as most did when it came to the King.

“May your bride be forever under your protection. For she now carries your Sigil and name, for this day until the end of her days.” The officiant’s voice boomed in the silent throne room.

With those words, you turned to König, whose gaze was nothing short of undying affection. While he was a ruthless king in battle, he was also a ruthless lover. Never one to settle for less than perfection.

“Exchange rings.” The officiant ordered.

A small smile crossed your lips, as you pulled the ring out from your awaiting palm. The ring you would present to your King was something you had been pleased to make yourself. A band of gold, heavily intricate with weaving vines, a maze that encircled the entirety. You placed it upon his ring finger in pride, just as he planted an exquisite ring with a beautiful ruby rhinestone. Simple, yet elegant.

Then a ceremonial dagger was placed between your hands, the gold of the shaft glimmered and the hilt felt heavy in your hand.

You knew what to do as König offered his palm out to you. No hesitation in his mind as you gently held his wrist, hand strong and unwavering as you slid the dagger across his palm, a small dribble of blood pooling around the inflicted wound.

His face remained stolid, eyes only twinkling in affection as you passed the dagger to him. You presented your hand to him, just as his gaze bore into you, the crown making him seem even taller than he already was.

The cold metal stung against the crease of your palm, yet you couldn’t break away from his stare as you refused to flinch. Only looking down when the warmth of your blood fell from the wound.

König nodded to the officiant, then back to you. He held his hand out, offering you a permanent bond by his side. Offering you him.

You took his hand without question.

The officiant stepped forward, wrapping a soft ribbon upon your conjoined hands.

“With the bond of blood, man and woman become one, one unit, one nation, one love. I present to you husband and wife.”

The nation wept in happiness, loud applause drowning out from your ears as König bent down, attaching your lips in such a sweet and delicate kiss that it hurt your very heart.

Your Husband. Your King. And soon you’d be his Quee-

“Among with the wedding of your King, he has requested a coronation for his wife.”

Your breathing hitched, you did not think that your coronation would come soon. Maybe a week after your wedding, but now? Not that it mattered too much, you’d had time to gather yourself for your new rule as Queen Mother. Now it was only time to fulfill your promise to König. Your husband.

With a steady hand, König unwrapped the ribbon that created your bond, instead settling to create another one. Husband and Wife. King and Queen.

Your second in command ascended again, holding a velvet piece in his hand, something that protected a crown made of the same iron material that König’s was made of. Yours however was designed thinner, the rungs were taller and slender. A crown of simple elegance.

König nodded towards your captain, taking the crown gently in two hands. His body ascending in front of his people as he faced the crowds. You maneuvered as taught, back towards your people as your eyes fell to the King.

You dropped your knee, falling in front of him as your head tilted up. Awaiting your new position.

“You swear to uphold this Kingdom? Cherish it as one of your own, to protect them, shield them, and bear their burdens?” His deep voice rumbled over the kingdom, almost enough to shake the walls of his keep.

“I do.”

“And do you swear to serve the King? For his council is yours, and your council is his. Do you swear to rule together as one single force?”

“I do.” You vowed, head dropping slightly as your hands shook at your sides.

Fingers traced against your jaw, before a heavy object was placed against your head, the weight of the crown finally sinking in.

“Rise, my love.” His soft voice lured you to stand. To turn towards your people with a look of great pride. With his aid, you stood tall.

König took a step forward, his chest puffed up slightly as his eyes burnt towards his kingdom.

“For all to witness, here is my wife. Long live the Queen!” His voice boomed, just as the crowd chanted the words over and over again.

You gulped when König dropped to a knee, his eyes soft and dark at the same time as he took you in like a Goddess to be worshipped. The chants of “Long live the Queen!” vanishing as you gestured for him to stand beside you once more.

You stood shoulder to shoulder, hands intertwined as the two of you took in your kingdom.

Chatter rang throughout the large dining hall in merry celebration. Your lips were likely stained with the most lavish of cherry wines that König had been saving for this special date.

Now the two of you sat upon a large table overlooking the nobles and councilmen that took turns singing and dancing while feasting upon the layouts of roasted hog, breads, cheeses, and fresh fruits that heaped in surplus.

“You look divine in that dress.” Your husband’s voice broke your concentration away from the flickering lanterns of the hall.

“I bet you want nothing more than to take it off.” You teased lightly, only picking at your food as your gaze looked else where. Towards five approaching men coming to your table. Many had come, but only to lay gifts on the oak table with a gentle bow, these men however waited for König’s concentration to break from you.

Finally, his stare followed yours, settling upon the men that looked to hold shocking power. Perhaps Kings of their own nations?

“Ah, Welcome!” König voice was tight, a teasing notion that you noted. What was he up to?

The men all bowed slightly as they exchanged pleasantries, then their eyes left König and settling on you.

“This is my Wife,” König introduced you by name, just as your lips curled upwards in a greeting.

“Maus, these are the Kings of our bordering nations. I invited them as a hope to become allies”

They all were tall, one being taller than the rest and gloomy looking. He wore all black robes and kept his face covered much like your husband did in battle. His eyes were fiery as he squinted up at you. Carefully he placed a golden necklace next to your table, a gift you supposed.

His companion next to him was the opposite, instead dressed in a Scottish styled kilt and a smirk upon his face. You assumed this was John of Clan MacTavish, who graciously supplied the feast.

Another stepped forward, an impressive beard upon his face as he nodded to König. Before turning to you. “Simon and Johnny spoke of your beauty, I had to see if the rumors were true. They do not disappoint. You may call me Price.” His lit was elegant and precise.

Yet his eyes were nothing of that matter as he raked you up and down.

Another stepped forward, who offered the King pleasantries and you a simple nod. He offered you his blacksmiths who would make you a new sword fit for a general. His eyes never left your plush lips. Gaz he’d called himself.

Finally the last ascended, settling upon a gift of gems of every cut and size. His smirk never left his face as he bluntly disregarded König, instead going to your side.

“You bring every woman to shame with your beauty, cariña.” His lips found your knuckle, just as König cleared his throat in warning. Alejandro he’d called himself.

“I thank you for the gifts.” You muttered, feeling hot at the stares of all the kings. They departed, eyes still glancing at you occasionally from their designated seats.

A warm hand fell to your thigh, making you snap out of your haze and away from the gloomy stare of the king known as Simon. Instead, your attention settled back to König, whose fingers were digging slightly into the flesh of your leg, dancing dangerously close to your core. It made you shutter out a sigh.

“They’re right you know.” Your King’s voice was low as he continued his onslaught from under the table. His other hand holding onto his fork as if he was unbothered. Almost bored.

“Hmm?” You found yourself drunkenly leaning closer to König, just as his fingertip gently traced over your clothed clit. You jolted, alerting the other King’s attention from afar. Subtly you tried to control your flushed face and crossed your legs, smooshing his palm to get him to stop.

“That you’re the most beautiful woman in the kingdoms.” He leant to you, placing an innocent kiss upon your cheek as his warm breath fanned across your ear.

“I don’t care if they stare or compliment you. Hell, I don’t even care if they all take turns fucking your pretty cunt. Just as long as you know who you truly belong to.”

You shuddered at his words, shifting slightly in your chair as you imagined all of those men taking their turns ravishing you. König’s finger hooked along your chin, pulling you to face him.

“You do know who you belong to, right Maus?” He cooed, looking every bit the conquerer that you knew. You gulped, reaching up to twine your fingers.

“You, Your Grace. It’s always you.”

“Good Girl.” He smirked, dropping his hand to your thigh again. A sudden clatter made you jump, just as several councilmen stood up.

“It’s time for the King and Queen to indulge in the bedding ceremony.”

Your eyes skittered to König, who was back to rubbing his thumb amongst your leg. He had a relaxed smile upon his face, just as he stretched like a satisfied cat against his chair. He pushed it backwards, standing tall as he offered you a gentle hand.

You took it, standing tall as you eyed the foreign kings one last time before applause erupted through the hall as König led you down the halls and to his chambers.

Some of the councilmen followed, obviously to witness your matrimony and union as the both of you would try to produce heirs.

You weren’t particularly nervous, it wasn’t something the councilmen hadn’t seen before. Or at the very least heard. But you felt the pressure to please your husband, for this would be the first time you slept together since taking your vows.

Your King pushed open the door, and gestured you in first. Your steps faulted at the sudden transformation of his chambers. Soft candle light painted the walls a warm glow, and the air smelt faintly of summer cherries and scented wax. Petals of white roses scattered across the floor and on his furs, something that almost made your eyes roll in amusement.

König maneuvered past you with a brush of his hand, his touch lingering for a moment before he stepped towards his vanity.

He reached up, pulling the heavy crown from his wavy hair with a sigh. You felt the burning stares of the councilmen as you shuffled closer to König’s side, happily basking in his warmth as he removed his cloak, only left in his slightly unbuttoned under shirt and trousers.

His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer into his side as he preoccupied himself with pouring cherry wine into a cup. He took a large drink, before passing the goblet to you.

Your fingers snaked around the cool metal, eyes falling from your lover to the red liquid instead. You sipped upon the bittersweet wine, happily feeling the burning in your chest as König silently turned to face you.

It was much too silent. It made you itch.

His large palms reached upwards, cupping your cheeks in a cradle of security. His fingertips danced against your scalp, nails raking slightly in a calming gesture that you much appreciated.

You placed the goblet down, not sure if you were really supposed to touch him yet. The one thing you’d hadn’t prepared for was the bedding ceremony. You figured it would be König that made the first move, but he did little but relax you into his touch, distant from his warm furs of his bed.

“Are you waiting for me to start us off?” Your tone was soft as he lifted up on your own crown, discarding the steel material next to his as he went back to clutching your cheeks, this time his thumb brushed across the slight pucker of your lips.

He shook his head, a look of adoration crossing his features again. His stormy eyes were swirling lazily, if you looked closely the little freckles upon his cheeks seemed to glow in the candlelight. “No, I’m waiting for the rest of the council.” He admitted, maneuvering his large hands to your waist, flipping you so your back was turned to him and towards the entrance of his door. You avoided the stares of the council, instead focusing on the cinching sensation at your waist. “Everyone is here. Who else are we waiting for?”

König worked quietly, fingers threading through the ties of your corset. Occasionally he would press a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to fly against the contact. You shivered at the intimacy.

“On them.” He whispered against the lobe of your ear, nipping at the flesh. Glancing up, your heart rate picked up at the sight of the five kings from earlier, all eyes upon you and your husband.

König chuckled at your reaction, “if they’re so easy to praise your body with words, I’ll show them how I can praise you with my body and words.” He lowly spoke, so only you could hear. “They’ll speak compliments on their tongues, I’ll taste you with mine.”

Your breath hitched, all of this process was non traditional. Most of the bedding ceremonies in neighboring kingdoms just decided on a quick fuck, never bringing pleasure to the wife. Your husband was never one to follow tradition. He’d make the councilmen squirm as he ravished you with no shame.

The thought made you quiver.

“Shut the door.” Your King ordered, with the click of the hinges, you reveled in the feeling of his touch. His hands had finally tore apart the dreaded corset, his warm hands falling to the curve of your spine, until he dipped to your shoulders, pulling the dress down to your waist.

The air was cold upon your breasts, but the burning stares of the Kings seemed to set you on fire. You maneuvered in a trance, only being guided by your husband, who lowered you down upon the furs of your shared chambers.

He was grinning, obviously enjoying the ongoing attention as he hovered over you. He pulled you into a shuttering kiss, almost humming as you bit upon his lip.

His hands reached low, tugging upon the leftover material of your dress and discarding the white on the edge of the bed. Your eyes found his, he was a storm, the dark pupils nearly engulfing the rolling clouds of grey iris. Your bare legs wrapped around his torso, sinking him down further.

His tongue was hot against your lips, you welcomed him in open arms, loving the taste of the cherry wine leftover from his indulgence.

“So beautiful…” König paused, kissing innocently upon your nose, before shifting backwards and pulling off his shirt.

You bit upon your bottom lip, drinking in his pale skin covered in constellations of freckles. He was built, from all his years of wielding a sword and axe, yet still lean enough to move with great speed and precision.

Enchanting.

He lowered himself upon the furs, obviously enjoying the little hitch in your throat as he blew warm air upon your open and weeping cunt.

Not only were you aroused by the feeling of your King marking you as his, you were squirming at the feeling of eyes taking in your very naked form. Without thinking, your gaze shifted to the dark stare of Simon, who looked on with heavy eyes that were lidded in lust.

Your eyelashes fluttered when you felt the steady pressure of a kiss against the warmth of your inner thighs. König’s sharp canines nipped at the scorching flesh, definitely serving as a reprimand when he observed your wondering eyes.

“Is he holding his cock, Maus? Does he know you’ll only be filled by me tonight?”

You hummed, gaze falling back to your husband, who also looked at you in a hooded stupor, a look that made your insides jelly and your cunt to soak like a broken dam.

He watched you as his biceps entrapped the crease of your knees, prying you open, you faintly heard MacTavish and Gaz curse, for they got a full image of your arousal.

König must of heard, because a ghost of a smirk crossed over his lips before he buried himself against you. The wetness of his tongue against your opening was enough for you to let out an airy noise and drop your head against the silk pillows of his bed. The eyes watching were wiped away from your mind as König’s nose brushed against your aching clit, it was just enough pressure to have you chasing him, hand flying to the soft waves of his tousled auburn hair.

He hummed at your taste, pulling back for air. You could tell he was restraining himself, attempting to stop the vile sayings that would usually slip out of his mouth. You nearly purred when you spotted the slick upon his lips, watching him lick them clean before he dove back for more.

You squirmed as his lips pressed to your clit, sucking upon the bead of nerves in desperation, as if he was starving.

“Oh God…” you moaned softly, attempting to be silent enough for the council not to hear, but your King seemed scoff at that reaction. The cheeky bastard wanted you to scream, to embarrass yourself by squirming and screaming his name.

He was doing a well enough job, a loud moan falling unconsciously from your lips as a thick finger breached your hole, pushing snuggly against your walls.

König cursed at your reaction, still suckling upon your clit in soft slow pressure. Your eyes wandered again, catching on Alejandro, who was obviously glancing at your open breasts, bouncing slightly with each push of your husbands finger.

König looked up, seeing again that your eyes had wandered, with a amused huff he added another finger, this time watching you gasp at the fullness. Yet, it wasn’t just the width that made you cry for air, but the cold metal of his wedding ring pressed against the opening of your sex, the change of temperature sending you over the edge.

He spread his fingers, delightfully stretching your opening, his quick thrusts and licking tongue had you seeing stars. The knot in your stomach twisted and with a rather deep thrust, you whined spilling on his fingers as you rolled your eyes back, reveling in the feeling of a delicious orgasm.

With a sudden burst of need, you maneuvered König up, smiling drunkly when his fingers left your hole with a satisfying squelch, that had Price growling lightly in the corner, making a silent chuckle fall from your lips.

“You like them watching you, don’t you? Like them to see what I do to you, Maus?” König teased, pecking lightly on your lips, you hummed at the taste of yourself.

“What you do to me?” You found yourself becoming bold, likely too bold for a bedding ceremony, but you simply didn’t care as your legs wrapped around his waist, using enough momentum to flip your husband on his back. He looked far to irresistible under your mercy.

And he was enjoying it. You could tell by the darkening of his eyes, his pupils taking a majority of his iris, even with the candles lighting his handsome features.

You leant low, chasing after him in a drunken bliss, he hummed against your lips, hands falling to your hips. He desperately dug into your skin, maneuvering you to roll against his trousers. The catch of the material rubbing slightly upon your sensitive bead.

You pried down his trousers, happily nipping at König’s jaw when he hitched his hips up to help you rid them.

With lusting eyes you lowered your gaze, falling upon the hard and unwavering length of him. He twitched as you settled over him, the shaft of his cock sliding against your folds in a teasing notion. It physically pained you to not be full of your husband, but watching his forehead wrinkle and lips part open in sexual frustration was almost more delicious then being speared on him.

You rolled your hips down even slower, the head of his cock slightly breaching your entrance before you pulled away, you bit back a gasp, attempting to not let your husband know how much he effected you.

He cursed, a low hiss leaving his throat at the sudden movement.

“You wickedly divine woman,” he shunned, obviously taken with your little stunt.

A giggle escaped you, after all you couldn’t help the pleasure you received from teasing your King. Although, he seemed to be the most impatient tonight.

His hand found the plump curve of your ass, he lifted you with one arm, his other hand wrapping around himself. He gave himself a few pumps from his own hand, before lining his throbbing cock in one try.

Oh, how he memorized every curve of your body. How he adored every freckle, every blemish, every mark, and every limb. How he thought of kissing every worry from your mind, and fuck you like you were the only thing he’d ever worship.

Your palms lay flat on his open chest as you slowly settled down upon his tip, nails scratching against his firm muscle as your cunt swallowed him whole. Your head flew backwards, just enough for your breasts to bounce and throat to bob at your arousal.

The Kings all purred at the sight.

“That’s it, Maus.” König airily spoke, his fingertips digging so hard against your hips they would likely leave bruises.

You heaved yourself up again, his cock barely inside you before you let yourself fall back, filling completely. König twitched under you, the violent motion causing him to groan.

He was always one to fall apart when you were on top of him.

You bounced shallowly, reveling in the feeling of him sliding against your very womb with each bob of your hips. It had tears welling in your eyes, especially with the enormous size of him stretching upon your gummy walls.

“You like me hugging your cock? I bet the Kings wish they were here under me.” You whispered the vile words, enjoying the way your husband’s eyes flashed at such revelation.

His arm snaked around your back, allowing him to pull you closer and for him to rise up to meet your every move. You moaned at the jerky movement, allowing your walls to clench even tighter against him. König’s hands roamed your back, pulling you against his chest when he sat up, you ground down against him, appreciating his closeness as his lips nipped at your neck, now definitely leaving marks of purple and red.

You didn’t care. In fact, you clenched tighter at the thought of König taking you as his in front of everyone.

As it turned out, your King was relishing in that aspect too, his chin cradled against your collarbone as he eyed the kings from over your shoulders. A smirk plastered to his lips as he bucked his hips upwards, making a musical moan fall from your throat. Seeing the men so tore up with need for his precious wife only made him more smug.

He’d ruin you for any other man. No one could please you as he did.

He drew back, his mouth shining and bruised from your kisses. König’s lips pressed against your ear, “I bet they do wish for you. How could they not with your pretty little mouth crying on my cock?”

König bit the lobe of your ear, before squeezing his hands onto the backs of your thighs. He used his brute strength he only reserved for the battlefield to raise himself up, his cock still speared inside you.

You’ve seen him break backs over his knees, crack necks in his bare hands, spill guts with his sword. Now he used his strength to pull you into him, your legs wrapping helplessly around his waist. He used his strength to drop you onto your back, your head falling back onto the soft pillows once more.

You gasped hard, when he began to take control, pistoning into you at such a rapid speed you found yourself unable to control the cries of pleasure that left your throat.

He was sloppy, thrusting into you like a boy instead of a King. His large palms squeezed at your breasts as he ravished, your clenching cunt almost spent at the pace he was going.

His fingers rolled against a nipple, before he pinched upon the bud, making you cry out in painful delight. He was enjoying this, he was enjoying plowing into you and spreading your legs out wider to go deeper.

“I can’t…” you whimpered when he dug deep, his very tip hitting harshly against your womb.

“You will.” He growled, teeth clenching down as sweat began to slick onto his forehead. “Come on my love, just cum one more time for me.” He pleaded, kissing your lips as he rutted into you.

Those were the only words you needed, before you did as told. With a cry of pleasure, you clenched at the near euphoric sensation, your arms finding closure around his torso and legs wrapping around his waist as you shook.

“Fuckin’ Hell…” you heard one of the Kings loudly grunt, although you paid little attention as your eyes rolled backwards as König sloppily thrusted a few more times before he to, let out a grunt. He silenced himself by clenching his teeth down on your shoulder.

The warm feeling of his seed painted against your walls, a feeling of such deep devotion it had you thinking you could stay like this forever. Forever pierced on your Husband’s cock as he caressed your face sheening in sweat.

With a sigh, you unwrapped your legs, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay like this forever. People were watching after all.

König dropped away from you, not without burying his seed one more time into your aching cunt. Whispers broke out into your shared chambers, the councilmen seemingly pleased that there was a guarantee for heirs. They left, satisfied with your activities.

Yet, the eyes of the neighboring Kings were still glued to your body. König rolled over, sitting up into the furs and looking the Kings dead in the eyes. He looked playful, yet determination glittered in the storms of his iris.

With a cool finger, he traced your hipbone, before dipping lower. You gasped when his fingers dug near the entrance of your used cunt. He dug them into his cum, scooping out just enough for all of the observers to see.

“You’ve served your purpose. See that my seed is taken by my wife. She’s mine.”

Your face reddened at his vulgar point, just as he brought his messy fingers to your mouth.

“Open.” He ordered, before having you suck his fingertips in obedience. He was bittersweet on your tongue, but ever so exquisite.

“You may do what you like with her if she allows it. But I want you all to know, her cunt only belongs to me.”

“My wife. My Queen.”

Tags: @soapyghost @downbadformaskedmen @brainlessgf @uriahs-sketchings @mykneeshurt @lenafisher @idkthefuckimdoingwithmylife @keiva1000 @imtherain @purple-crying-out

#good grief I need a cold shower #cod #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #könig #konig #könig x reader #konig x reader #King AU

[kingcreativityau]

also have this one, Remus’ investigation comic part 4!

In the next part: there's even more understanding

[Previous]

[First]

#king au #comic #sanders sides #remus #logan

[minnow-doodle-doo]

The Dark King of Gotham

#dc #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #my art #King AU

[feral-bunny31]

Ok ok ok ok so I’ve been reading a few fics/prompts of Danny Phantom having to declare war on the living (he’s ghost king ofc) and I’ve had an idea slowing forming in my head with each one I’ve read and it’s just how I’d envision that scene happening and I need to get it out so here goes (putting it below the cut bc idk how much I’m going to write) how it leads up to this, your choice if you see this and decide to write more/around it. Ok here goes:

They had 13 hours left of the 3 days King Phantom, High King of the Dead, Defeater of the Dark, Son of Time, The In-between, The Balance, The All Star, had given them. 13 hours. 13. The number of the dead, ironic really that that was the amount left.

He gave them 3 days to dismantle the Ghost Investigation Ward, to release their prisoners, his people. 13 hours left and they couldn’t get them to yield their ways. To give up and break up and release the dead they had tortured. King Phantom, no older than 18, gave them a warning and they were failing. War was coming and King Phantom warned them he and his infinite army of the lost souls of this plane and the in betweens were going to march.

It was his final choice to be made in his existence. His last option. His espoir perdu. He didn’t want to do this, he hated doing this but he had to and everyone saw it as his warning was broadcasted onto every possible screen in the United States.

2 hours. They had 2 hours left and they were giving up. Trying to get as many people to safety and shelter as they could. They needed to get the civilians to hide. Gods, there was only an hour left.

And as they watched the sky above Illinois- of all places- shatter and breaks like glass they saw the King emerge as the final seconds ended.

He was stone faced, no one behind him as he stood, floating in the shattered rift of the realms, the portal green. So so green. Swirling like hypnosis. Black armor draped over his body, a sword held tight, white knuckled at his side, a crown of burning ice drifting close to his head. His face was set, cold to those that see him that don’t know him. Expression hard except for the minute furrow of his brow, seen only by those that know him, that see who he is, white hair whipping softly around his face, casting shadows over his green eyes. Oh his eyes. They were the only thing able to show what was going through his mind. They held so much.

Years of experience, of pain, of loss, of suffering and sadness. Of struggling to be heard, to fight for his people and those of this earth. To keep the peace but save what he can in this destructive world. His eyes held so much words didn’t exist to tell what all they showed.

Calmly, slowly, deathly, his sword arm rose. Rose high above his head and fell. Fell until it was straight out, a signal that the war had begun.

Thousands of souls poured out of the portal, though they spared the citizens around not a single glance. They were vaguely human, some just skeletons, some races long since extinct. They only had eyes for the buildings that were beginning to scream. The voices of their prisoners rising until every single one of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s buildings rang with the rage and hurt and pain of those souls.

The army, still pouring from the crack between realms, only targeted those buildings. Flooding the United States searching for those buildings. Men in white suits poured out of the buildings. Raising weapons to the army and unloading everything they had, uncaring of the civilians they hit and the homes and jobs they destroyed, killed.

Then they noticed it, Phantom on the front lines, defending and protecting the civilians as he tore his way through the men in white, Agents they called themselves. Giant frozen Yetis came with him, tending to the wounded he had protected. They creates shelters and barriers of ice to take the wounded and heal them. Bandage them and cover the dead with soft sheets.

The army avoided and even blocked their enemies fire from hitting those shelters, from hitting the homes and jobs as best they could while still fighting. They were angry, rage filled that the Agent cared so little about civilians, all in the name of “getting rid of those ecto scum”

King Phantom and his army fought for 3 days, wiping out any Agent and their buildings that ever existed. Freed his people and made sure they returned safely to the realm of the dead, the Infinite Realms, before he and his army slowly worked on restoring the damaged buildings of the civilians. He gave the dead proper care, tending to the souls that had come back, sending them the portal after they said goodbye to their family.

And when all was said and done, he collapsed, beaten and bloody, into the arms of a god, a being that shifted ages, a clock shoved into his chest, was his chest, and sobbed. Sobbed for all the lives taken, even of the Agents. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this death and destruction. He wanted peace, for his people and for the living. He was Balance! Why couldn’t he have brought balance peacefully? Why couldn’t he stop this from happening? He tried! Tried so hard to keep this from being a choice. He hated that he had to make this decision.

When everything was restored the best they could and wounded were healed and dead buried, King Phantom gathered his people, entered the rift between realms, and closed it. The one vision of the sky shattering like glass reversing and piecing itself back together, and the army of souls was gone.

Ok how’d I do? Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Please let me know! I love the feedback

#danny phantom #danny fenton #king au #ghost king danny #possible dcxdp #my little brain worm finally formed its thought into this #enjoy :)

[auideas]

Hello! So basically I was wondering if you had an idea for a prince/princess x knight with the enemies to lovers trope :)

Both Character A and B grew up together as children in the lower class. While Character B had always admired the knights, the palace, and the royal family, Character A hated the entire concept and rejected their existence...that is, until one day where guards burst into Character A's small home and take Character A to the palace. Evidently, their true parentage was realized, and the royal bastard needed to be transported to the palace immediately. Character B is stunned to see a struggling Character A being swept off to the distant castle and make it their life's mission to get to that same palace. Maybe Character B loved the royals at one point, but now they kidnapped their best friend -- it was so on.

'Knights for Hire' is a shady service, but it was all that was available to guard the royal family during the tournament in which their own knights were participating. Needless to say, the knights were less than professional.

Rather than allowing their favorite knight (Character B) to die, the prince/princess (Character A) leaves the palace and rides to the next kingdom to meet with their physician; when they get there, though, Character A finds Character B already in the medical bay, seemingly having been taken by Character A's least favorite knight (Character C) who just stared at them with a smirk that said "ha, beat you here."

"Rule #1 about saving the prince/princess: don't talk about saving the prince/princess. They would prefer to stay locked up in chains and tortured than admit even for a second that they couldn't get themselves out of their predicament if they really wanted to. And they have. Too many times." AU

Long lost prince/princess Character A has been trained to be an assassin during the few years they were kidnapped and brainwashed; now, they purposefully allowed themselves to be "found" in order to infiltrate the palace and kill the king. Their childhood best friend and now Captain of the King's Guard Character B was thrilled to have found Character A, but they don't seem to be acting like themselves.

#admin m #au friday #prince au #princess au #enemies to lovers au #castle au #royal au #royalty au #palace au #knight au #king au #queen au #bastard au #stubborn au #lost prince au #lost princess au #writeblr #writing prompt #writing inspiration #writing inspo #writing idea #writing concept #fic inspo #story inspo #story idea #prompt #idea

[extremesmarts]

more kapi aus because the world needs more!!!

#fnf b3 remix #fnf arrow funk #fnf mix #mafia au #king au #west au #angel au #friday night funkin #kapi fnf #vs kapi arcade showdown #sheri's art #sheri's references

[so-long-soldier28]

I won't try to annoy you anymore (no promises lmao) but thoughts on a royalty au where Kai is a king?

I TOTALLY MADE NOTES ON THIS AND FORGOT TO ANSWER I'M SO SORRY GJFSNFKSL Okay, but I promise, you don't annoy me AT ALL, I'm just slow! Especially on workdays; I get nothing done on those days. But yes, Kai is a king, I have some notes.

ookay, kai as a king would be a cocky lil bastard.

his ego would be way up, and he probably wouldn't be the fairest.

for a long time, he was the prince, and waited (rather impatiently) for his dad to die so he could take over.

parents were really serious about how their kingdom was ruled & they wanted to keep things that way. both were cold & emotionally distant, and his father was even more so after his mother's demise.

when kai becomes king, he doesn't change much at first, but makes a few changes just to piss the man off. over time though, especially after his dad's death, he changes things more to fit his liking.

kai would definitely have a servant, & would probably be pretty cruel to them at first, but with time, learns to enjoy their help & company.

maybe it's a mutual thing, where the servant kinda hates him, too.

but with so much time spent alone with him, he starts to see a more human side (kai starts to reveal a more human side) and they become frenemies / friends (like a merthur [merlin bbc] situation kinda, but with more hate at first).

since kai's childhood was filled with so much coldness and not much warmth, he doesn't really understand how to treat people well. on top of that, monarchies and leaderships, historically, prove that people with too much power tend to abuse that power.

it takes him a long time to learn to treat his servant as a person, not as a thing or a tool. however, when they do finally get on good terms, and even become friends, he allows the servant to better him in many ways, like in his treatment of others.

around the castle, he'd be a huge flirt.

he was a huge flirt as the prince, but it only worsens when he becomes king. the same girls he'd tease as prince, he'd tease as king, but now with even more of an attitude.

he also flirts with new girls around the castle.

others (elders, dad's servants / friends, etc.) & elder women / women he's not flirting with constantly tell him to grow up, but he has plenty of back talk prepared for every person who tells him such.

girls, however, are one big subject his servant makes a point to address. where the elders fail, he thrives, being the only person kai actually listens to. over time, he comes to objectify them less and put more focus into acquainting himself with them.

partly to find a wife, as he's supposed to do.

definitely has a temper

tends to start wars over menial things, but will hesitate going to battle over something big.

priorities aren't exactly in place.

things that are important to him aren't always the greater battle, and he has a hard time realizing what battles are expected of him to fight.

doesn't like to be told what to do. doesn't like advice, and especially doesn't like guidance from people that remind him of his father / worked alongside his father.

will more likely take the opinion of his Favorite Girl into consideration faster than he will of any of the men.

ends up marrying said Favorite Girl in a couple years & she falls pregnant rather quickly.

uncertain about children, but knows he needs an heir and his wife is really excited, so he starts to feed off that.

when the baby is born, he's suddenly, extremely protective of it.

it's a boy, like he's supposed to produce as his first heir.

elders then tell him he doesn't need any more kids because he produced an heir. (they're worried about his initial disdain for kids, plus they preferred his father's leadership much more over kai's, and don't believe the kingdom / castle needs any more mini-kais).

but he and his wife go on to have four more, all girls. neither planned for a big family, but he can't stay off her 🫣 and she loves having kids.

these are all my notes on this for now! at first i wasn't sure i'd have a lot, but the more i wrote, the more i came to love the idea. definitely need to add king AUs to my prompts list!

also, i switched back and forth between past and present tense while making my notes. (i have no idea why, or how.) but i hope i caught them all, if not, i'm sorry!

#asks #send more bc i'm having the time of my life answering these #king!kai parker #king au

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 10: bones

Long live the King! The King is dead!

#dannymay2023 #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp fanart #king au #bones #skeleton #day 10 #fanart #king danny phantom #if anyone has advice on how to do glitch effect #it would be greatly appreciated

[thornsnvultures]

All Hail the King

💖 fae king!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (no body descriptions but Bucky calls you his Queen)

🌸 a/n: title and inspo from @treatbuckywkisses beautiful moodboard! I loved it the moment I saw it earlier today and when I went to write this the words just kept coming out lol I hope you like it!! 🥺🥺🥺

✨️🌷🦋🌷✨️

Slowly blinking to adjust to the light streaming on your face, you opened your eyes. The world around you was much different than the one you had fallen asleep in just moments ago on your blanket at the park.

"What-Where am I?"

"There's my Queen," a deep, familiar voice rumbled to your left. "I was worried you had been left to the Mists."

You turned to the voice, to the man you had met just hours ago. Dressed in a lavish, princely get up and adorned with a crown stood a man who had not long ago introduced himself to you simply as "Bucky". He still looked well and good like a prince, but with the obvious addition of large, ornate, shimmering wings, he looked like a prince of the faeries.

"You have wings."

"That I do, sweetheart. Aren't they magnificent?"

They were. You wanted to reach out and touch but they looked like they were made of dew drops and pure sunlight; opalescent, like fresh rain on a red rose. You retreated your curious hand before you could sully his magnificence, ruin the dream and make it come untrue.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

He stepped closer to you and the bed of flora you were sat upon; a soft cushion of leaves and petals and grass of all kinds.

Bucky took your hand and lifted it to his lips. The crown perched atop his floof of hair shifted as his pink petal lips pressed ever so lightly on the back of your hand.

"I am Prince James Buchanan Barnes, Lord of the Fae. You, my sweet, are in my kingdom."

He kept your hand in his as your mind swam in confusion, trying to surface. It feels like that time when you were six, when you fell in the community pool and still didn't know how to get your feet under you.

"Your kingdom?"

It felt silly. A dream. Childish and strange.

But there was Bucky, grinning down at you like he was ready to show you everything, show you how he carried the world in the palm of his hand.

"Are you sure this isn't a dream?"

"I'm sure."

You took another look around you at the sprawling meadow. The green and the leaves, the colors and the scent of millions of flowers floating on the breeze, the lichen and its wet and cool softness.

You nod your head and match Bucky's grin, letting him pull you to your feet and into his waiting arms.

"Well then, my Queen. Let me show you your kingdom."

#💖💖💖 #bucky barnes fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #my fics #fae!bucky #king!bucky #faerie!bucky #fae!bucky barnes #king!bucky barnes #faerie au #king au

[flowerwrites06]

bow to you (drabble) — jjk

Plot: Celebrate! Celebrate! A new princess is born!  Pairing: Original: King!Jungkook x Queen!OC (Name: Belle) | Current: King!Yoongi x Queen!OC (Name: Belle)  Type: Drabble Rating: R18+ Word Count: 1k+  Tags & Warnings: childbirth, blood, mentions/flashbacks of a past stillbirth, angst, lil bit of bittersweet wholesomeness idk  Author’s Note: i really liked writing this, i hope you enjoy!!

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A balmy morning graces the Garden Kingdom as the news arrives of Queen Belle’s child being born. Mountain guards stood outside, dark and cold figures against the vibrancy of the royal courtyards. As strange as the view was, it was meant to protect the Queen from any danger. Even servants were made to take off their masks when entering.

Jungkook, especially, was kept outside of the bed chambers. He instead had to serve lychee drinks to the guards. His hair drenched from running around all day and his shirt was more crème than white.

“Where’s King Yoongi?” Jungkook asked one of the maids.

“Oh he’s been with the Queen as soon as her water broke,” the maid quickly replied before being called into the bed chambers again.

Belle’s pained screams echoed against the wood and stone, resonating heavily in Jungkook’s chest. He curled his fingers into fists.

Jungkook remembered how her hand gripped onto his own, when she was giving birth to their child. It had been a year since her last miscarriage and all their hopes relied on the successful arrival. Excitement had flurried through him when they both saw the baby. But the baby was quiet. No crying, no movement. He remembered the look on the nurse’s face as she tried to tell them the news they already knew.

He blinked away his coming tears as the nurses handed him the pile of bloody cloth. Jungkook fought so many battles but knowing this was the blood of his ex-wife had him both angry and heartbroken.

“More hot water!”

“Rip more cloth!”

The Queen’s chamber thrummed with the clamoring of a new life. Jungkook rushed and handed the bloody cloth to another maid who was running to wash them.

Then a cry.

A beautiful, healthy cry filling the courtyards and mixing with Belle’s sobbed breathing.

“It’s a girl, your Majesty.” The nurse laughed in delight.

Jungkook knew it was inappropriate but he was never one for rules. Taking advantage of the Mountain guard’s distraction, he took a peek inside the bed chambers. His heart jumped when he saw Belle, in her soft nightgown. Her beautiful brown hair darkened to black and her skin glistening in sweat.

Her chest rose and fell, both sobbing and laughing at the same time. The nurse carefully wiped and wrapped the baby girl, handing it over to her Queen.

Belle excitedly accepted baby and cradle her close. Tears made constellations on her lashes as she tenderly traced the child’s cheek.

“A princess, my king.” The nurse looked over at Yoongi.

Yoongi sat next to her, touching the top of his baby’s head. He let out an amazed laugh as the baby started opening her eyes. “She’s beautiful.” Soft eyes flickered to his wife. His wife.

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat as Yoongi kissed Belle’s temple.

“Do we have a name?” The nurse asked.

“Liling,” said Belle. She sniffled, tapping Liling’s nose gently.

Jungkook felt his eyes burn, forcing him to look away. He hoped no one was calling out to him for work since his feet didn’t want to stop. Running and heaving, he rushed down to the servant’s quarters. Backing against the rough stone wall, he dropped onto the floor, letting thick tears drop down his cheeks.

“Your Majesty.” A maid, as old as his mother would’ve been, handed him a wooden cup of makgeolli.

“Don’t call me that,” he whispered.

“Yeah but you can’t order me to do anything either. So I call you whatever I want.” The maid grinned.

Jungkook scoffed and accepted the cup, letting it burn his throat. He didn’t get to drink much anymore but it was a welcomed feeling every now and then.

“If this is hurting you so much, why don’t you just go?” The maid gestured. “Start a farm somewhere and rebuild.”

Jungkook tapped the side of the cup. “I’ve got things I need to repay for.”

“By cleaning the king’s breeches?”

“It’s complicated and I don’t clean his breeches.”

“No, you’d rather sniff the Queen’s dresses like a maniac.” She chortled at Jungkook’s warning look. “You’re in charge of bringing the Queen’s dinner…so drink some more and get to work.”

-

In the youth of the night, Jungkook dragged the dinner preparations to Belle’s bed chambers. Meat cooked in coconut milk, boiled eggs, peach pie and jasmine tea. He had to take a few deep breaths before knocking on the door. “Dinner.”

“Come in.”

Belle wore a beautiful peach and pale yellow dress with her hair tied in emerald pins. She was glowing like a golden pearl as she lovingly smiled down at her baby.

Liling was awake and curiously watching her, making the slightest of sounds. Her bassinet was a beautiful gold inlaid wood that was noiseless as it swayed.

When Belle looked up at Jungkook, her smile didn’t disappear quite as quickly. “Thank you,” she muttered.

“Just my job.” Jungkook cleared his throat. “Can I?”

Belle nodded.

Jungkook walked forward to see little Liling. She had eyes as brown as Belle’s and her hair was black like Yoongi. Liling was still getting used to opening her eyes, looking at Jungkook for a moment before looking at Belle. “She’s beautiful.”

Belle sweetly placed a hand over her stomach and tapped her soft cheek which pressed in like mush. “She is.”

Jungkook had noticed Belle’s anger soften as the months went by. Perhaps it was just to be safe during her pregnancy but he found comfort in it. Even now, she didn’t glare at him as much. If anything, her expression was even a little sorrowful and fueled with pity. “Enjoy your food, your Majesty.”

He turned on his heel as his eyes began to burn again.

“Jungkook.”

It took all the energy in his body for him to stop and look over his shoulder. “Yes?”

Belle took a breath to say something but smiled.

Despite the small action, the small gesture brought such a warmth in Jungkook’s heart that he could’ve broken down in tears right in front of her. But he didn’t want her to see that. It wasn’t her responsibility to tend to his problems anymore.

“Take care of yourself…okay?” Belle finally said.

Jungkook let out a shaky sigh and bowed. Fully in all the respect he had for her. Walking out of the bed chambers, he ran back into the servant’s quarters and into the old maid’s public room.

The maid was mid-drink in her makgeolli. “What happened?”

“Do you think I should plant lychees or peaches?”

#jungkook #thebtswritersclub #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #royal bts au #bts royal au #royal au #bts au #king jungkook #king au #king bts #king bts au #tw: infidelity mentions #tw: childbirth

[ax3-e0ns]

I wanted to draw @kingcreativityau ‘s... Well, King Creativity. 

{I did take a couple creative liberties like with his hair having grown out from blonde into black, but for the most part I did try staying in line to the source material.}

Also linking side blog instead of main for direct sourcing reasons.

#Sanders Sides #king creativity #sanders sides king creativity #king au #my art #my artwork #The way I drew his facial hair makes him look so much more skrunkly than intended

[kingcreativityau]

Piece done a year ago, colored by amazing @melissa-s23 ❤️So dramatic!

I'm actually liking these lines so much I'll leave them here in png form for anyone who wants to have fun with coloring. Enjoy!

#sanders sides #king au #king creativity #fanart #collab

[issybettyx]

Twinsduo angst :0

— // weapons, blood, injury

Wilbur remembers when him and Techno were six. Aphantasia usually dented his memory, but the moment of grinning down at his brother as he waved a wooden sword towards him, watching his brother pant with his back on the dirtied ground, pushing down his smile to feign defeat was as clear as day.

“It’s over King Technoblade,” Wilbur announced with a grin, swinging the sword in his hand as he took a step closer - he did accidentally stumble and almost drop the sword, but he caught it, Techno only laughed before falling back into character - letting his brown eyes fall onto Techno’s blood red. The boy’s pink hair was messy in front of his face, a few leaves and random blades of grass stuck in between the strands, which was quite the contrary to the usual neatness it had to it (the boy was a perfectionist, Wilbur made sure to tease him relentlessly for it). “Your men have stood down, now admit defeat.”

Techno scowled in his direction, brows furrowed as he lifted himself up so he was sitting, wiping a speck of dirt off his face as he used his arms to keep him steady. “I will never give up on my people.”

“Then you leave me no choice,” Wilbur whispered, taking in the fake shock on Techno’s face as he grinned, jumping on top of him. They were laughing together before Techno could even complain.

Wilbur, 18 years later, got a strange sense of deja vu.

The battlefield was anything but silent, and he had to wipe the blood from his lip as he ran across the muddied ground, ignoring the pouring rain as he gripped his sword tighter in his fist, scanning the field for the familiar pink haired leader. He found him, and immediately made his way over.

Red eyes met his own, and he sent the blade through his brother’s shoulder before he could even blink, eyebrows knitted with an ill-contained anger. The moment realisation flashed in the crimson, Wilbur had slashed his calf with the blade, sending him tumbling to the dirt with nothing more than a hiss.

“It’s over, Techno.” Wilbur spat, holding his sword to his brother’s chest as the man covered his eyes with his forearm, taking a deep breath before meeting Wilbur’s eyes again, something unfamiliar flickering in them. But he knew what it was purely from the same feeling that sat in his chest.

It was painfully familiar, and he had to swallow down the memory with a blink.

“Your men are growing tired.” Wilbur insisted, taking an extra step forward so the tip of his blade was pressed onto Techno’s chest, holding back the tears as Techno continued to stare, not a word leaving his mouth. “You know better, brother-“

“Do not call me brother.” Techno yelled back immediately; and Techno never raised his voice. “I know my brother, and you are not him.”

“Your brother was a coward.” Wilbur partially agreed, glaring in Techno’s direction as the man bit his lip, trying to think of something to say.

Wilbur wished they were six again.

Times were simpler.

“Your brother didn’t want to take responsibility, your brother hid behind your back when something was a little too much, your brother couldn’t hold a sword without shaking.”

“My brother was the best person I knew.” Techno responded quietly, his deep voice making it sound like the sound came from his chest, as if his heart was forming words his mind couldn’t comprehend. “My brother wasn’t a sadistic arsonist, my brother didn’t abandon his loved ones to satiate his love for watching the world burn.”

“He grew up.”

Techno paused, looking down at the sword that was pricking blood from his chest, sighing a slightly shaky breath before looking up again. “I loved him.”

“Admit defeat, Technoblade.” Wilbur commanded, ignoring the sobs that tried to overtake him, squinting at the man on the ground as he stopped his hand from shaking. “Stand down and maybe I’ll spare your life.”

“You know that you don’t have the guts to kill me, Wil.” Techno told him, and this time he had a small smile on his face, a foreign emotion tugging at his lips and shaping the creases in the corners of his eyes. It looked like confidence, and yet there was something melancholic sitting beside it. “You know that deep down, you still love your big brother, that sword won’t do shit.” Techno continued, the confidence dripping from his words making up for the slight shake to his tone. “You may act all confident, but you know Dad would never forgive you.”

The sword pressed a little further into his chest, and Techno sucked in a small breath, eyes darting between the blade and the holder, brows furrowed.

“You talk about Dad again and I swear to god-“

“He didn’t die for this, Wilbur.” Techno finished, and Wilbur held down his tears whilst biting his bottom lip, keeping the blade steady. “Do it.”

“What?”

“Dad didn’t die for you to hesitate.” Techno explained as painfully calmly as always, and Wilbur wanted to tumble over him with laughter and pretend it was all just a sick joke. But his brother’s blood was already coating his sword, and he knew that no matter how hard he scrubbed the metal it would never be clean of the fate it had bestowed upon Technoblade. “He didn’t die for you to go to war and not finish the job, so do it.”

He would’ve.

He should’ve.

But god how he couldn’t. Not when his brother had resignation sitting in his usually tense limbs. Not when his brother was smiling at him in such a way, as if hoping one smile would make up for the masked ones throughout their whole lives.

Finally, the blade shook, and Techno noticed it, watching as tears started to fall from Wilbur’s face, the ruler not moving to wipe them.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Techno pushed, moving forward to stab the sword into himself, and Wilbur managed to throw it aside just in time, a hand covering his mouth and masking the sobs that tore through his body.

He had threatened his brother. The one person who had always helped him, who’d held his hand in rooms full of butterflies and read him stories when he woke up from a nightmare.

His brother who had stepped up to become king when he didn’t want to.

His brother who sent his people to war because Wilbur wanted to watch his brother’s kingdom burn, for a reason he wasn’t so sure of himself.

Anger was all he had felt for the past few years, anger at the fact that he should’ve done better, anger at the fact his brother was a better King than he ever would’ve been, anger that their Dad had left them alone to rule a country he’d built from the ground up.

And all that anger had been unloaded on the one person he loved most.

So, he cried.

For a moment, the battlefield went silent, watching as one King sobbed and the other watched in cautious silence, a contemplation flickering over his eyes as his legs twitched away from the discarded sword.

And after that moment passed, the latter stood, taking a breath to steady his shaking legs before walking over to the former, his loud footsteps - despite the pattering rain - was enough to alert the brunette of his brother’s presence.

He held his hand out to him; it was dirty and coated in blood, scars and callouses littering his knuckles. The King took the offer, pressing his hand into his brother’s before he was pulled up from the floor, warm arms wrapped around his neck.

The sobs were only louder as he stood, resting his face on Technoblade’s shoulder as he cried, not hugging him back in fear that he would lose the man again.

“Welcome back, brother.”

Wilbur knew he could never be the person he once was, he knew he could never be the brother Technoblade knew so well and loved so much.

But he was being given a second chance, despite everything he’d done, despite the blood dripping from his shoulder and the trickles down his leg, his shirt stained ever so slightly red.

A second chance was so much more than he deserved. But it was something he would take if his brother was offering it, so he held him back just as tight, sobbing as he nestled his face into Techno’s neck.

Nothing was alright in that moment, but laughter echoed in the brother’s ears, and that was enough to keep their shaking limbs stood.

“Dad would be so proud of you, Wilbur.” Techno whispered to him, making sure only the two of them heard his words as he continued to cry. “I’m proud of you.”

It was so much more than he deserved, but Wilbur didn’t refuse it, only holding Technoblade tighter, letting rain fall onto the battlefield. As long as he was in his brothers arms, he would be safe. Everything was back to the way it had always been, and Wilbur made sure to treasure every second of it.

#dream smp #mcytblr #technoblade #wilbur soot #twinsduo #king au #royalty au #dream smp au

[allthe-queens-men]

Not a part of @fem-queen-week but inspired to post by it.

A Hair Too Tall

Melina has an idea for a photoshoot, but Bree is dreading one specific element.

Word count: 1,738

#queen #queen band #queen fanfic #queen fanfiction #king au #maylor

[loganofthenorth]

Do you have any ships you don't like?

Ever just look into your inbox and realize you have a bunch of asks you forgot about? Ha could be me

That was going to say couldn't be me but auto correct changed it and it's not wrong so I'm leaving it

Anywho, ships I don't like? Yes of course, I have many.

Obviously there's the forbidden ship r*mr*m that shouldn't even be a thing so I'm not going to dignify it with a paragraph

Then there's Logicality which I've written about before. I used to like it, but after rewatching Sanders Sides twice I realized they aren't very healthy for each other in a romantic sense. Patton seems to make Logan out to be the bad guy when he's just trying to help, and Logan tends to snap when his patience runs thin. Also the Skip incident in SVS Redux, where Patton asked for Logan's input before silencing him because Logan's opinion went against his.

Then there's Intruality, I love it in AUs under certain circumstances, but it's a big fat No in cannon. It doesn't work because if you look at Sanders Sides from Remus's perspective, Patton is a manipulative abuser. If you look at Sanders Sides from Patton's perspective, Remus is a bad guy that lashes out for no reason. Like, sure, one could say that they might work through that and think they misunderstood each other. However, neither of them are technically wrong. Besides, considering that Remus exists because his version of creativity was morally frowned upon, and was therefore repressed so that Roman could be a morally appropriate version of creativity, a romantic relationship would be awkward at absolute best. Honestly if they do somehow work on their issues with each other, the best outcome would be that Remus and Patton's relationship would become a sort of father that abandoned his son and now they're reconnecting kind of thing.

Then there's Moxiety, this one is just because I see Patton and Virgil in a father/son relationship. Also, the fact that Virgil is Thomas's fears and fear is an emotion, which Patton has dominion over, it's possible that Patton is actually Virgil's father in the same way that Roman and Remus are brothers. I also believe that the Orange Side is anger, and if that's the case, he would be Patton's son as well.

I can go into that theory in another post though.

Next is Royality, and yes I know, you're probably sensing a pattern.

Now, don't get me wrong. While Patton is my least favourite character, that doesn't mean I hate him. I actually love Patton, especially in episodes like the puppet episode where he shows incredible emotional maturity that is really helpful to Thomas.

I also love how complicated of a character he is, and it's sad that the fandom simplifies him to just a happy, nice, cute, silly character, because he's more than that. He has severe depression, and a lot of issues that come from that. He also grew up taking catholic views to heart, following all the morals Thomas was taught as well as he can.

On top of that, he manages emotions, which is such an incredibly complicated thing to be in charge of. He manages instincts, like when Thomas feels good for doing something good, or when Thomas is hungry, or thirsty, or whatever else. He manages a large percentage of Thomas's likes, dislikes, sense of humour, inner child, and more. Patton has a large mountain of responsibilities, which adds to the complexity of his character.

He also appears to be very manipulative, whether or not he intends to be using manipulation tactics, I don't know. I think his character's too complicated to know that for sure. However, he's done a lot of love bombing, guilt tripping, and other manipulative actions that make him out to be this innocent good guy and anyone that disagrees with him to look like a bad guy.

Due to how complex of a character Patton is, and due to how he has made himself a father figure to most of the sides, it's hard to enjoy him in most ships in cannon. The only ship that works well for him is Moceit, in my opinion, because Janus is working with him to help Patton work through these issues. Patton is also good for Janus because Janus needs to learn how to communicate in a way that doesn't seem like he's attacking or sabotaging Thomas/the other sides.

Now, with that aside, back to Royality.

Royality is a very best friend or father/son relationship. More best friend in AUs and Father/Son in both cannon and AUs. I say more father son in cannon, because Roman has shown a desire to gain Patton's approval. He tries to follow Patton's rules, even though every time he finally manages to meet Patton's impossible standards, suddenly they change and turn around completely. (I have ranted about this several times and will likely do it again in future posts.)

Now, with those out of the way, yes there is more.

Next is Logince

I like Logince in AUs, and it's not that I don't think Logan and Roman's dynamic is amazing, it's not that I think they wouldn't work romantically, I just see them more as a brotherly relationship. Roman treats Logan like an older brother that he fights a lot with, but at the end of the day he just wants to be good enough for Logan. The way they talk about Patton to each other is a lot like Roman being a teenage brother complaining about their Dad and how lame/strict/embarrassing/etc he is to his adult brother.

Then there's Anxceit. This one I don't like because I see Janus as a mother figure to Virgil and Remus. I guess it could work in AUs, but to get their dynamic right, it would probably be a friends to enemies to lovers situation. Like Catradora. Also Janus and Virgil still have a lot of bad blood to work through, so if I'm wrong about the mother/son bond and they were just friends before, then Anxceit would probably have a lot of work to do and an awkward patching up before they can be in a healthy relationship.

Now there's Demus and Roceit. Which, maybe they shouldn't be on this list, because I do like these ships, but I do want to talk about them.

Demus I tend to feel meh about, it's basically dark side Royality. They work as a mother/son dynamic or best friends, not really romantic partners. However, I love them when it's Intruloceit, because I love Loceit and Intrulogical.

Roceit, this is friends to enemies to lovers galore. Roceit is not a healthy ship currently, but it's definitely an entertaining one. Due to Roman's insecurities and Janus using Roman for his greater plan, however, I don't know if a romantic relationship would work in cannon. It depends on where the story goes from where we are right now. However this is the perfect enemies to lovers ship for AUs if you get bored of Prinxiety's popularity.

Now what's interesting about Demus and Roceit is that if you believe in the theory that Roman and Remus were once King Creativity, which I do, and if you've seen the King AU, which I have, that adds all kinds of layers of complicated to Demus and Roceit. Of course, I may go over that in a future post.

Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed my infodump!

#sanders sides #sanders sides ships #tw: mentions of abuse #tw: mentions of manipulation #patton sanders #logicality #intruality #moxiety #royality #Logince #anxceit #demus #roceit #intruloceit #Moceit #Intrulogical #Loceit #kingceit #king au #infodump

[madmanwonder]

“Hail to His Majestic Magnificent High King Jaune Luna Arc, the First of His Name, Shield of The People, Blade of the Innocence, Vanquisher of the Scourge Legion, Wielder of the Divine Blade Crocea Mors, His Consortship of Lady Pyrrha Nikos of the Nikos Clan, Grandmaster of the Order of Three Yellow Moon and the Order of Chivalric Hare!” Cried out the deep guttural booming voice of the extremely large hulking form of the Dragonborn priest as he crowned the noble young king.

#art not mine #rwby #jaune arc #fantasy world au #fantasy world au prompt #royal au #royal au prompt #king au #king au prompt #my writing #short writing