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tapakah0 · 5 months

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Okay! I don't know where you got the idea from and my best guess is that your brain is connected to mine via bluetooth but.

Me and Hoddie have a royal au and your animation made me think of it again.

Nothing crazy special, but...ah...I should probably give a little context yeah...hmm.

Uh, okay. There's a kingdom. whose king and queen have died, leaving behind several possible heirs who are not their direct children. Right now, the king's first general is sitting on the throne, because the power of the army is, you know, a pretty powerful argument in a fight for the throne, right? This creepy regent is Cass. And Cass came to power thanks to Hoddie, who's basically the king's heir too, but she's pretty distant and her chances of the throne are quite slim. This has made her a professional rat and back stabber. The whole palace is busy weaving intrigue and destroying each other in a competition for power. Contests in cunning and sneakiness. A maximally intellectually uncomfortable environment in general.

Until Hoddie finds the true heiress. The king's blood daughter, to whom the throne should rightfully belong.

Problem? The problem is that the heiress needs to be two years older to be old enough to rule. And Hoddie and Cass' goal is to make sure she lives to that age in an environment where every other person wants to frame or kill her.

That heiress is you, Tap. But we couldn't think of what you'd look like in this au ahaha.

MHHMMM I SEE ONCE IN A WHILE BRAIN BLUETOOTH IS A GOOD THING you left me a window for my part and I grabbed this opportunity with sharp teeth Since there was no mention of my part, I have the audacity to add my own version. Did I understand correctly that my existence as an heiress was not known? It would be strange if the king was not looking for me, if I was the only heir (by blood), which means they were hoping for a new child, or already had plans for an indirect heir, or wanted to hide me. What other power is there, besides the king and the army, that holds the common people? Church. The king could have sent me to be trained as a priestess in order to gain support from them (either I was not considered worthy of receiving the throne in the future, which is why they preferred to hide me, or the king so badly needed their support that he was ready to sacrifice his only blood daughter) . Thus, from a young age, the beauty of a non-existent world somewhere beyond the heavens was drummed into my head and, in general, “God speaks all our actions.” I have an inconspicuous appearance, a position above a simple servant, but such priests are usually considered to be the daughters of high nobles, but not the king himself, which is why not everyone could know who I really was. Thus, they forgot about my existence ~ After the death of the king and all the heirs, the church quickly realized what to do next, and crushed me to itself, hiding me from the world until I reached the age of succession to the throne. (But children could take the throne under a regent. Could Hoodi become my regent as one of the older contenders for the throne?) So, back to the turmoil. Hoodie found me at church. Since childhood, my worldview could have changed greatly under the influence of the church, so, well, you will have to hammer a lot into my head, in addition to the throne’s education (You know... it's bit complicated to make a human sona not as a stupid little ball XDD... it literally can't get a shape at this point... maybe you will place a real bunny as the new king? It will be eating cabbage 24/7 and everyone will be happy)

#You know~ I'm sure you know that church isn't a very good place~#commoner servants or lowly noble servants do not dare to say a word against the nobles. (The laws are no better than in the kingdom itself)#Tapa saw some horrors in here~#I tried to make a look closer to the rabbit #but I guess it will be mostly about the way I behave #And sometimes the most beloved kind of hairstyle - rabbit looking one #But it's a bit complicated to get used to all these after strict rules of the church #Tapa #Cass #Hoddi #royal au #my little happiness

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terraelbus · 1 month

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horse rides

In Royal!AU, Crossmare love to go horseback riding around Nightmare's domain. Riding on horseback, they enjoy the views of the mountainous terrain, each other’s company and, finally, the peace and tranquility that is so lacking in the castle. They don’t need to constantly maintain a dialogue with each other; they like to just be silent together from time to time.

If they're in a playful mood, they play tag on their horses. They run with the wind, and their clothes flutter as they run. When they get bored, they get off the horses, taking them by the bridles, and look for a comfortable place where they can sit down. Cross is dozing, lying with his head on king's lap, and Nightmare weaves wreaths for them from previously collected wildflowers.

One day they forgot and returned to the castle with these wreaths. They walked like this all day, not noticing anything, because none of the people before the court dared to tell them about it. They found out only late in the evening, when they went to Nightmare's chambers to rest. After this incident, the entire kingdom found out that they were dating.

В Royal!AU, Кроссмеры любят отправляться на конные прогулки по территории владений Найтмера. Он, едя верхом, наслаждаются видами горной местности, обществом друг друга и наконец-таки тишиной и спокойствием, которых в замке так не хватает. Им ни к чему постоянно поддерживаться диалог друг с другом, им нравится и просто помолчать вместе время от времени.

Если у них игривое настроение, они играют в догонялки на своих скакунах. Они мчатся на ровне с ветром, а их одежды развиваются на бегу. Когда им надоедает, они слезают с лошадей, беря их за уздечки, и ищут удобное местечко, где могли бы присесть. Кросс дремает, лёжа головой на коленях Найтмера, а тот плетёт венки для них, из собранных ранее полевых цветов.

Как-то раз они забылись и вернулись в замок с этими венками. Они проходили так весь день, ничего не замечая, ведь никто из предворных не решался им об этом сообщить. Они узнали только глубоким вечером, когда направились в покои Найтмера отдохнуть. После этого инцидента всё королевство прознал о том, что они встречаются

#utmv #utmv hc #utmv headcanons #nightmare sans #cross sans #crossmare #nightcross #royal au #loyal servant

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daryldamnson · 1 year

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made a wish on elevens - historical royal au

summary: eddie’s a servant. he knows what that means. he knows he can’t have you. he loves you anyway. fem!reader, hardcore pining

unoffically made this for yearoftheotpevent's 2023 thing because i'm not actually taking part but i really liked the idea so i picked january: historical au

word count: 1k

title from wish on an eyelash by mallrat

“Is it so wrong? Wishing to love and be loved in return?”

You remain oblivious to the sad, lovelorn stare levelled at you as you sigh quietly, gaze roving over the hills in the distance as you continue to muse.

“Perhaps not wrong, I suppose… Just silly. A naive wish I thought I’d long grown out of.” You glance over at him and flash a dry smile. “Apparently not.”

“You knew the day approached, My Lady.” Eddie speaks softly, wary of slipping up and speaking out of turn, especially within the walls of the castle. “Surely it does not come as a shock to you?”

“I don’t know, I…. I suppose I never truly thought it through until today. Or, rather, I did and simply hoped I may grow to love the man chosen for me.” You let out an amused huff of air, shaking your head. “Or, Gods, even like him. Is a fondness for my husband really so strange a wish?”

“Of course not, My Lady.” And then, because apparently he’s a masochist, “You don’t believe you may form affection for Lord Hargrove?”

Your eyes flick over to him and he can’t help the soft breath of laughter that escapes him at your expression.

“That awful?”

“And more. Gods, Eddie, you should’ve heard the way he spoke to his footman. And Robin when she served his drink ‘from the wrong side’ - honestly! He has also clearly never had to use the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ before, which is a minor indictment on his list of offences, I assure you, but I find it enraging all the same. And - stop laughing at me!”

Even as you admonish him for his stifled laughter a bright smile grows on your face and a few giggles of your own slip through. He’s not always entirely sure how he does it - though he certainly puts on the show of a jester sometimes just for your sake - but Eddie loves making you smile like that.

He shouldn’t, he knows that. It’s wrong. You’re a Lady and he’s lucky to even work in the castle, let alone harbour affections towards… It’s wrong. It’s wrong. It’s wrong.

Eddie tries his hardest to convince himself, but how can his - usually successful - attempts at bringing such a lovely smile to your face be anything but right and good?

Your laughter fades out but there’s a happy quirk to your lips that remains so Eddie takes this as a success.

“I’m truly serious, Eddie, he…” You shake your head, almost baffled-looking. “I cannot imagine having to marry a person like that. Basic decency should never be an optional trait - certainly not in someone I’m to spend my life with or trust to look after my people. I had hoped… I don’t know, that I could at least be friends with my betrothed. Best friends, preferably. I mean, is that not the point? Are we not supposed to get along? Make each other happy? Want to spend time together? I don’t believe any of those things could be true if I were to marry that selfish, tactless, inconsiderate brute.”

Your weary sigh and freshly returned frown weighs heavily on his chest, and he finds himself scrambling for something to reassure you with. But nothing appears - what can you say to a woman destined to marry someone not of her own choosing?

Marry me instead, a voice echoes in his head. I would make you happy, or try my best to. I would be devoted to you for the rest of my life - I will be anyway, no matter whom you marry. Please. Just consider me. I love you, I love you, I love you.

No. He certainly can’t say that.

“I am sorry, My Lady,” he lands on, pouring sympathy into his tone as your gaze lands on him once again.

There’s a comfortable pause before you speak, holding eye contact as you grace him with another gentle smile. Eddie hopes he isn’t imagining the fondness in your eyes or your tone.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“For what? I hardly provided useful council.”

“For listening. For always… Always listening and letting me ramble on at you. I’m forever grateful. You truly are my best friend.”

Your hand rises and hovers near his arm, a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips as you pull away, both of you distinctly aware of what the ramifications of you touching a male servant in such a familiar way would be.

Eddie would suffer for it, and you won’t stand for that. Sometimes he thinks it would be worth it, but were he banished or imprisoned he’d never see you again so he has to admit he’s infinitely grateful for your stronger willpower.

The sudden appearance of Robin causes you to take another step back from him and Eddie finds himself mourning the loss. Even more so when she informs you that your mother is requesting your presence and you let out a long-suffering sigh as you turn to follow her.

You exchange a parting glance, Eddie dipping into a gentle bow as you walk past, and it’s not until you’re halfway down the hallway before you look over your shoulder to see him watching you leave.

“Wish me luck that the next is more tolerable!”

He can’t call down the hall at that volume the way you can lest he be punished, but he does mutter “good luck, My Lady,” under his breath for you.

Because as much as he longs for you to return his feelings, you are more important. You will undoubtedly be marrying a man of your own stature, and Eddie loves you too much to wish you anything but pure happiness, even if that is found with someone else. Even when it would break his heart.

Eddie would happily wish for it to be torn to pieces if only to ensure you a contented life.

The heavy doors close behind you and Eddie turns to look out of the same window you had occupied only moments before.

He allows himself one moment to let his thoughts of you swirl through his mind before he closes the lid once more and turns to walk in the opposite direction, off to complete the duties of a lowly manservant you would never be allowed to marry.

requests are open but no promises i just go where the inspo takes me

p.s. it was no accident that reader said she wanted to marry her best friend and then called eddie her best friend two minutes later, eddie thinks it's unrequited but he's dumb ♡

#so in my head eddie moved to live with wayne who worked in/around the castle when you were both around 7 and you were friends in a way that #wasn't frowned upon at that age but then you got older and people started to tell you both how wrong it was and how far beneath you he was #so it became a secret friendship where everyone knows you still talk a little too much for a servant and a lady but it's within the #realms of acceptable so you get away with it but what they don't know is that you frequently sneak out and meet up in town away from the #castle walls that seem to have eyes #also hopper is like the leader of the knights and helps you sneak out i dont make the rules that just is fact the kind of knight he'd be #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #kind of #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things fic #eddie munson x female reader #historical au #royal au #eddie munson x reader imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #pretty little loserboy #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson historical au #eddie munson royal au #stranger things historical au

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seoz-seoz · 2 years

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Prince obito and his servant kakashi~

Request done for nisi @wind-becomes-lightning thanks for the idea I hope u like it! 💜

#stilll not happy w my drawings lately #something is just off #kakaobi #obikaka #kkob #obkk #kakashi #obito #hatake kakashi #uchiha obito #prince! obito #servant! kakashi #royal au #art request #naruto fanart #naruto #kkob au #kkob fanart #seoz art

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v-3rg3 · 8 months

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smut as my first post, dear god what have i made- wip : [ m!prince x gn!assistant/reader - referred by they/them though written w/ m parts ] - pt 1/?

An uninterested prince sat on his throne, he paid no attention to the suitor before him as they hastily left much like the others that followed before them.

His gaze fell to his assistant beside him, he looked over their solemn expression to secretly wonder how it would differ if they were to show emotion. Either by the product of happiness or something else.

That was where the prince's thoughts wandered, allowing the images to linger. Fingers that caressed the edges of their lips. A hand that rested on the curve of their neck that craned down for a kiss.

The thoughts gave him a sudden excitement. Perhaps too much as it made his crotch suddenly stiffen.

The prince crossed his leg over the other before anyone could notice his erection as it pulled against the loose fabric. However his gaze remained on the assistant and it soon caught their attention.

"Yes, my liege?" They questioned.

Even as the prince had attempted to keep his thoughts in place, he couldn't help but let his gaze wander from their eyes to their lips. He flicked them back up before he got anymore careless.

"How many more princesses in the same dresses must I see until we are finished?" The prince asked in his usual childish manner, shifting in his position as his erection persisted. Unwilling to point out the tension that had unintentionally grown. It could either be translated as apprehension or just the prince's desire.

Even then, he didn't feel the need to risk to find out whether the other felt the same. His conscience may have been obscene at the moment but he wouldn't let his impulsivity win.

"Until you find one that suits you." The prince found their answer to be one he did not favour.

As the remaining thread of his morals thinned, he pointed in front of his throne, "Come here for a moment."

The assistant obeyed, standing in front of him.

"And how are you so sure that any of this will help?" The prince said, the tip of his shoe raised up. Up the assistant's leg and caressing near their inner thigh. "Perhaps I'd like something else rather than this."

The assistant's face remained blank for awhile until it flushed a red hue. A grin spread across his face, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Lightly tracing the shoe's tip a little higher just to tease them. Raising his hand up, holding their chin and turning their face back to him. "Well?"

They began, "This is a throne room —" Though the assistant's words swayed as the prince leaned forward, head tilted against theirs, barely any distance between their lips. "And?" Heated breaths fell against each other, gazes locked and communicated every thought without a word. "You want this as much as I do."

#writing #smut #writeblr #drabble-ish #oneshot #royal au #mlm #gn reader #x gn reader #m reader #male reader #prince x servant #prince #wip #unfinished

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wyntr-thyms-2sh1ne · 6 months

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El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino

The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

You work as a personal servant within the Royal Madrigal's family castle, but after the fall of the Castillo and rebirth of the miracle, your work plans change. Time to make the missing triplet feel at home once again.

The dictionary of my spanglish and bad timeline: - El Castillo de Encanto the casita in this version. - Reader is technically 22 years old. - I'm using a mix of a magical democratic monarchy and traditional Spanish, Colombian, and a dash of Downton Abbey

Chapter ambience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLWbKf4YcAA

Fifty years ago, a newly widowed mother received a miracle. Pushed out of her home after the birth of her three children by the violent conflict of the Colombian civil war, she and her husband were forced to flee in hopes of finding a new home. Even as many joined them, they could not escape the dangers of warfare. The wife watched as her newly fathered husband was lost to the violence of war. But, even in their darkest moment, Alma Madrigal was given a miracle.

The candle she held became a magical flame that could never go out, and glowed brightly in that dark night. It blessed Alma Madrigal with a refuge in which to live. The magic made towering green, protective mountains over her and her people. It was a place of wonder, an enchantment. The miracle grew, creating a castle for her and her family to live in, El Castillo de Encanto. Their house, the castle itself, came alive to shelter them.

When her children came of age, the miracle blessed them with magic too. Passing down to them a magical gift to match the magical candle Queen Alma Madrigal was bestowed. And when their children came of age, that magic was passed through each generation. Together, the royal family's gifts have made the Encanto, truly, a paradise.

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

Each gift given to the Madrigal’s was just as special as they were.

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When you wake up you do so to the sound of a ringing bell, loud and clanging to purposefully alert the women and men around you. You jump up so fast being so startled and smack your forehead on the wooden panel of the bunk above you. With a small hiss and rubbing your forehead, you stumble out of bed, grabbing at the clothes under your bed frame. The woman above you does too. Everyone around is scrambling to get their royal garb on, whispering in excitement.

Today we move back into El Castillo de Encanto! The Castle!

You had to admit how relieved you were. It was so cramped in this temporary arrangement the servants of the Madrigal family found themselves in while the magic was still weak. This was usually where the nuns from the church would stay.

Truly, a humble celibate life they live… You think to yourself as you use a silvery, shiny ribbon to quickly tie your hair into a low ponytail.

Ten years ago, the village of Encanto fretted over the state of the magic blessing when Mirabel Madrigal did not receive a gift like the rest of her family. Not even 24 hours later, one of the royal magical triplets in the second generation known as “Bruno, la maldición del destino” by most of the town, disappeared.

You were only 12 when this all happened, working alongside your parents as an apprentice of servitude. When you were 13, you were working alone without your parents anymore. You weren’t sure why they passed away so young.

You loved your parents. The Columbian political unrest was too much, most nights they could see the smoke billowing from other towns around them being lit aflame. When your mother got pregnant with you they had a hard decision to make, stay with their friends and family and be in their home, or leave to ensure the safety of their future daughter- you. They thought and thought until your mother was incredibly far along in her pregnancy and the smoke got closer and closer, until they could see orange in the village nearby. The flames licked upwards, burning the homes of innocent families. So, with nothing but a bag with a blanket and a mysterious letter that didn’t have a return address with directions, they set out to find the mysterious Encanto.

You still had that letter. You had practically memorized what it had written on it. In shiny golden metallic font, it stated, “The Encanto, home for anyone looking for refuge or a miracle. Follow the butterflies. Climb the forested mountain. It is waiting for you.” They did. Somehow, they told you, they found it. It was almost like being lost and blinking and suddenly realizing where you’re going. They walked by the butterflies they saw. They took the nights in the cover of the jungle forests. They hiked up mountains.

They actually saw the castle, and almost as if it was meant to be, your mother went into labor. You remembered sitting there and listening to this story as a child with wonder coursing through your veins. The magical royal family was alerted to them as newcomers, and they took pity on your mother and father. You were born inside the castle, brought into the world by none other than her Majesty Juileta Madrigal. The Madrigals favored your parents' perseverance and love for you as their daughter. They were personally assigned to be paid and housed as servants of the Madrigal family.

Which, in the Encanto, was a very good job many of the villagers would be envious of.

Your mother became Juileta’s personal servant. Your father, Bruno’s. You would remember how your mom would come back to the servants quarters with a smile on her face and a treat for you. Your father… Typically would come back looking worried and flop on his bed for a minute before winding down and being his usual self.

When you were 5 that was when the apprenticeship started happening. Nothing really like backbreaking work, the servants usually never had to do that. You followed in your parents footsteps and worked to be a personal servant. The Madrigals had servants for everything. Teachers, babysitters, clothes, cooking, training- anything! A passion could easily be followed. Like your mother and father, from a young age you really liked order. You liked cleaning, putting things in place, choosing outfits and hairstyles or decorating rooms to be more cozy.

When Mirabel came of age for her gift, and the ceremony was a disaster as she didn’t even get a gift, your mother and father seemed both distraught. Then, Bruno disappeared. Your father suddenly and immediately declined. He wouldn’t get up for his servant job from his bunk. He only spoke to you and your mother. You couldn’t even think of how many times he whispered “you know I love you, right?” to you and your mother every night. You knew he blamed himself for Bruno disappearing, perhaps. Maybe he thought he should’ve done a better job? You didn’t know. You were too young to know.

Your mother passed first, however. You remember her waking up really early that day and whispering “I love you mi luna” to your dad, kissing his cheek before leaving. You don’t know exactly what happened. You think maybe a stroke. But your mother passed while working, and it was so quick Juileta couldn’t get to her in time to heal her.

When your father heard the news he was devastated. He held you that night. When you woke up to get breakfast you came back to him cold, and lifeless, still in his bunk. You knew he died of a broken heart.

You wished to have a love like your parents. A marriage like them. But ever since they passed you have focused on working and being the most reliable servant in the Castillo. Because of that, at the ripe young age of 13 you were assigned to La Riena Alma’s biggest mess.

Mirabel Madrigal.

Her Queen Alma Madrigal found the gift-less grandchild to be a pain, invisible, not as special as the rest of the magical family. When she saw how hard you worked even at your age and everything that had happened she grew content with making you the girls permanent personal servant.

You didn’t complain.

By then she was 7. And Mirabel was the kindest, funniest, little girl you had ever met. You practically raised her. You studied with her after her educational servant would let her out for the day, you bathed her and made sure her hair was shiny, you cleaned her glasses and taught her how to step on every stone in the Castillo without putting a foot on a crack.

It broke your heart to see how badly Mirabel wanted to help the family even without a magical blessing like her siblings and cousins. You would go into town with her sometimes and watch the villagers practically ignore her. You hated it. But you tried everything in your power to make sure that Mirabel was happy, gift or no gift. She was special to you. A soul sister.

When you turned 18, because of how well you handled Mirabel, her majesty Queen Madrigal named you head of servants. Honored, and feeling privileged, you worked even harder. But despite everything you did it felt like the family tension with Mirabel and the hush hush about “ese desgraciado Bruno diablo” grew more and more.

Until the magic completely failed.

When Isabela Madrigal had a very unsuccessful, chaotic proposal from the village favored Guzman family son, Riena Alma ordered you to take all the servants away to a temporary housing arrangement at the church. She made sure to scream about how the magic is strong and the candle will never burn out.

It did.

The Castillo literally crumbled to the ground. Turned into a pile of rubble with barely known remnants of what was once a glorious castle. Mirabel disappeared. Horrified you spent hours with the Madrigals searching for her in this devastated state. The magic was gone, the blessing was no more, and it would seem only a miracle could fix the internal damage within the familia Madrigal and the hope of the villagers.

Thankfully. She did come back. On horseback, with her Abuela Alma and a figure no one ever expected to return.

Bruno.

Reunited with her family, Mirabel single handedly encouraged the entire Encanto to hope in miracles again. A month of hard work from everyone made the Castillo be rebuilt in the same glory it was before. And when Mirabel added the final touch of a doorknob, the miracle became restored. The bright golden lights and sparkles and swirls of colors that made their way up through the stone of the Castillo and rooted themselves in the ground under the whole village's feet was a sight to only behold in a state of awed wonder.

It was a day of celebration. You took Mirabel’s hands and danced with her in celebration, cheering, saying “I knew you could do it! You are so much more special than you realize!!” The new miracle bestowed another blessing on the land, one that united everyone in communication and a desire to be better and let go of the biases of the past and make a better future.

You blinked rapidly from your thoughts when your bunk mate called for you over her shoulder, “Hey! Líder sin miedo, c’mon! You’re going to be late moving into your ‘elite servant’ room!”

You laugh and sprint towards her and outside of the cramped sleeping quarters, “As long as I get top bunk this time!!!

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Your joke earlier was meant as a joke and when you got to the castle everything went even more smoothly. Luckily, you did not need a bunk mate. Upon uniting with their respective Madrigal family members, each servant was either on the giving or receiving end of a magical hug.

Mirabel threw herself at you and you at her, both of you embracing in a fit of giggles, dancing from side to side in the tight hug. When the girl pulls away she pushes her glasses up her face and smiles at you as if she was still the humble, giftless girl she was before and not the restoration of a miracle.

Her humbleness still made her excitedly help you get settled into your quarters. They were nice. You had a room alone to yourself, with a queen sized bed and your own personal bathroom, bookcase, desk, wardrobe, and drawers. Mirabel didn’t shut up the whole time she helped you get moved in, excitedly talking about the magic and then moving on to the most surprising topic to most of the other servants.

Her tío Bruno.

She excitedly explained to you how he was “weird, but not like, weird weird like more like just kinda nutty weird not like super evil weird.” Which honestly made you chuckle a little.

“So master Bruno is awkward?”

“Yeah!” Mirabel lit up, still talking like a madman, which you loved. You really did like it when someone was excited to talk about something. It was sweet how passionate they would get. And you loved Mirabel, and so each nod and hum you gave in reply to her rambling was entirely genuine.

She explained how short Bruno was. How he lived in the abandoned dungeon and the walls of the Castillo, with his only friends being the rats in there. She even explained his embarrassing habit of using them to make his own little personal plays so he would be entertained all cooped up in there.

You giggled, only drawing on what your father’s experience was with him. He explained Bruno was always well meaning but prone to being really unlucky himself. He always tried to convince you as a young girl that Bruno wasn’t as scary as everyone made him seem.

Standing at 5’3, being 50 years old, and looking so skinny for his age- yup. You believed him and Mirabel well over the village folk and Camilo’s shallow seven foot interpretation of his uncle.

Mirabel went on to explain how much he loved the Encanto, the Madrigal monarchy itself, and each and every one of the family members. How he aided her in seeing the future to help save the miracle. She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on how he seemed to be the only adult she had ever met (“aside from present company, of course,” she made sure to add, winking at you) who treated her with respect. Like he understood her wishes and desires and demands and even if he was scared he knew what was for the best despite the wishes of the f amily to remain “fine”. After her emotional banter about him she got more into his appearance.

By then you were following behind her with your back straight, clasped hands held at your belly button height, resuming the perfect personal servant posture as you did before the collapse. Your tied up hair billowed behind you as you kept a strong, certain stride. You wanted to make sure you kept working that hard and pouring everything you had into this job even if the family seemed more lax. You were the Head of Servitude, after all.

“He has this crazy slouch. You know, like the kind you see little gárgolas standing in. Oh! And he always rings his hands or waves them around- real expressive with them, ya know?” Mirabel walked, talking to you over her shoulder, “He is all gangly like he doesn’t know where to put his limbs sometimes. You know what I mean- like a growing adolescente. He seems to not understand where to place his feet.” Mirabel walked the memorized path to her room, not stopping a moment during all of this, “When the castle was rebuilt he immediately went to bed. He wasn’t awake this morning if you didn’t see- in fact I bet he’s still in bed, durmiendo todo el dia, jeez, what an old man. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t really like using his gift anyways.”

When she stopped in front of her door she turned to you, a smile still on her happy little face. You chuckled, and spoke, “What a glowing review for your regio uncle.”

“I know right!” Mirabel giggled and moved her hips and legs so her brightly colored skirt swung back and forth. You stepped up next to her with a soft smile, making her turn towards her bedroom door and reach for the handle, “Now it’s your turn to help me move in!” She gave you a sly smile, knowing you would love this detail, “I need a lot of help decorating.”

Your eyes lit up in happiness, your face not revealing it in its entirety but a small smile did form on your lips.

You grabbed the door knob with her, “What are we waiting for then?!”

Mirabel laughed.

The next week went on with the Madrigal family settling back into the Castillo with as much grace and understanding under the new miracle Mirabel had created. Unfortunately, because Mirabel was the creator of this miracle you found yourself not her personal servant as often anymore. It meant you had to resume the extra duties of head of servitude (which, admittedly, were not as fun as goofing around with Mirabel all day).

You usually wake her up most days. It meant a good morning routine and a great way to start off the day as she would sing while you fixed her hair and tended to her curls. Her eyes would scrunch behind her glasses as you scolded her for being such a “wiggly worm” and “oruga tonta”.

So often her Majesty the Queen Alma Madrigal would come into Mirabel’s room in the morning. You would have to take a step back as your mistress would run up to her abuela and kiss her cheek and ask her how she slept. It was clear that they had repaired their relationship and were eagerly growing it as the days went on.

“Might I borrow the room, miss?” Reina Alma had asked of you on the first morning back in the saddle.

You bowed, “Yes your su Majestad,” You kept your head down in proper etiquette with your hands placed together at your midsection, walking past the queen with kindness.

You were anxious. Mirabel was whisked away more and more by her grandmother, and while you were so excited for her you knew what it meant. Less time with you! What you saw as your little sister was finally growing up and it pained you a little. You didn’t know why. You practically felt like her second mom. You watched her grow from lost in the world to understanding her place.

Perhaps you wished to continue to have that life guidance for her. It gave you a lot of meaning.

When Mirabel was advising her grandmother, you busied yourself with the other tasks demanded of your head of servitude job. That included but was not limited to meal preparations, cleaning, making beds, washing laundry, explaining to Camilo that he has to understand that he cannot go into the female servants quarters even if he was “technically a female servant right now”, and finding meaningless ways to make even more spaces within the Castillo aesthetically appealing.

There were a few times in that week you would reorganize a room just for the heck of it to give you some purpose, and Castillo’s tiles and walls would shift, rattling and making a satisfying domino effect, pushing the furniture back into its proper places. This was often accompanied by a sigh, because you knew Castillo could tell you weren’t doing it for your job, but rather, for your own fulfillment.

It was getting boring. You loved your job, but it seemed without purpose. Mirabel was growing up and doing what she was born to do- be the real miracle.

You found yourself often going back to Julieta or Agustin during this time to assist them- Agustin because he was always clumsy and needed help with something, Julieta because you could never shake the feeling that she felt like “mom”. About halfway through the week, an interesting conversation happened in the kitchen.

“Agustin appreciates the attention you’ve been giving him despite the fact he already has three personal servants to keep him out of trouble,” Julieta smiled at you, her down turned brown eyes warm as you mixed dough, her hands busy kneading it.

A lot of servants helped her cook, and they all bustled around with ingredients and bowls and utensils of all kinds. The smell in the kitchen was amazing, absolutely estupendo.

“Of course la dama, anything to help the amazing Madrigals,” You replied, smiling at her work. What a unique gift. All she needed to do was lay her hands on the food at some point or another in the process and have it possess that healing power.

“You might need to get used to it,” Daniela, a kitchen maid, skidded past, only a few years older than you. She put a bowl into the oven, using the fireplace poker to make sure the heat stayed consistent on the food, “I’ve heard Mirabel and her Majesty Reina Alma are getting close. Almost like she is her heiress.”

You paused, shooting her a glance as Julieta chuckled and shook her head a little, “Mamá still has some kick in her and Mirabel is still only a child, una adolescente, she’s just 15. That won’t be happening soon.” She looked down, and you noticed despite her words she had a giant, proud, motherly smile on her face for her daughter. Always in her corner, just like you.

“Still,” María, the second kitchen maid and Julieta’s own personal servant, butted in, “Soon to become a royal advisor I’m sure of it.” The older woman set a cutting board down and began to carefully chop up some fresh cilantro, “Perhaps even her own personal asesora real, considering all the advice she's giving Her Reina already,” María sounded more logical, as if stating the simple facts. She glanced up to look between you and Julieta.

“Probably due to be on the royal court this week alone,” Daniela chirped, ever the dramatic gossiper.

“I’d hope,” You burst, finally speaking up. You beat the liquids and powder in the bowl in front of you with much unbridled vigor that it became mixed as one within seconds, touching the rim and coating one of your thumbs with the batter, “After all these years pushing her to the wayside they finally recognize her talent- oh no! No longer a pequeña oruga, eating up resources and an unpleasant sight. But no, now she's a una hermosa mariposa, glowing with a new miracle… As if she wasn’t already and wasn’t that always!”

The kitchen completely stills. Both maids and her majesty Juileta all stare at you and the paused image of your aggressively beaten batter and downcast gaze.

You take your hands off the bowl, lower your head so your scalp is visible to the royal Madrigal in the room, bowing with your hands clutched at your midsection, “I beg your pardon mi señora, I don’t know what got into me.”

Julieta gives you a small, sympathetic look. She nodded to her two other maids, and both resumed their duties as if not being bothered at all. She turned to you, putting a gentle, caring hand on your tense shoulder, “My dear, levanta la cabeza,” she put a hand under your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Let’s have a moment, shall we? To the pantry, let’s go.”

Julieta led you with a hand on your back in the most mothering way you could imagine, whispering, “Danos un momento, ladies,” to her maids as she took you into the pantry closet, closing the door behind her.

The smell of spices, fresh herbs, and dried meats and proteins hit your nose the moment you were inside. You turned to her majesty, scrambling, “I’m so sorry. I feel she is slipping away from me-”

“Shh! Shh…” Julieta gently calmed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “Honey, I would know how you’re feeling. I’m her mother. Mirabel deserves this, yes, but it feels so whip-lashed for sure.. One moment she comes crying to your side and now she is the heart of the Encanto, what keeps the magic breathing and alive..” she gazed proudly at nothing in particular, before blinking rapidly and looking back at you. “But I know you, and I know this is more than that.”

You sigh softly, “I just… if she moves on, gets all this power and fulfillment… mine will go. What will I do as my job? Will I ever be happy in my job again?” You shrug then turn your head to the side, not meeting Juileta’s gaze, “Would I have to resign as head of servitude? Leave my job?”

“Gracious mija! Calm down…” Julieta frantically grabbed one of your hands, making your head turn back to her.

She gave a worried look, lips pursed and one corner pushed up. Her warm chocolate colored eyes gazed at you for a moment, making sure you were calm and adding extra comfort by being warm and assuring, before she continued to speak, “We all love you here in the Castillo.” She squeezed your hand softly, “If you were to leave I’m sure the other servants and half of the Madrigal’s ourselves would riot-“

This caused you to laugh a little, making Julieta’s smile grow a little bigger. She went on, “You were destined for this, I held you in my hands as an adorable bebita right here in the walls of the El Castillo de Encanto, and you love it! Why leave?”

“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen and I feel out of control,” you breathed, rushing it out as you gazed at Julieta genuinely. Your brows were furrowed so tight in fear of the admittance and the vulnerability you were in at that moment. You knew your forehead wrinkles probably look ridiculous looking back on it.

Julieta stared at you a moment, her eyes almost looking confused before they lit with a spark of understanding, “Ah…” She brought you in for a hug, “Oh mija… do not carry that on your shoulders… you were a little girl… there was no way you could control anything…”

You knew she was talking about your mom and dad.

“You think… that’s where this started?”

“Yes bebita,” she pulled away from the hug with a small smile, “It was how your mother and father coped too. When they were stressed they ran to control.. rules and order. Sí, I think that’s it for you. You like to feel in control because you felt so out of control when that happened. I’m letting you know right now you can relax, honey. The Madrigal’s and Mí Sobregoneta Familia will always take care of you. Come, come, let’s finish cooking dinner-“

You nodded, trying to lean into her words. It made sense in your head but your stomach felt uneasy still. However, logically you knew her majesty was right. Julieta could read you as if you were one of her own daughters.

By the time dinner had been served your rapidly beating heart had quieted and your mind was at a little bit more ease.

However, your boredom and lack of personal servitude would soon come to a screeching halt.

“I now announce you as his majesty Bruno Madrigal’s personal servant.”

Queen Alma Madrigal was smiling with her chin up, crown glistening, and back straight with each of her hands placed together in front of her.

You looked similar. A perfect straight back with knees slightly bent in a bow and knuckles white from gripping your hands together at your middle. However, you didn’t have a smile. You knew your eyes were big and face drained of color.

That morning started out how it usually did. How it always did. Waking Mirabel up and singing with her as you gently put oils into her curly hair. You decided to brush it back and keep the top of her hair in a cute little ponytail. The sun was warm, and her giggles were sweet, and she had no malicious intentions in her eyes behind those green glasses while she excitedly exclaimed she had a surprise for you.

When Reina Alma entered the room you bowed as you usually did, not a wrinkle in your skirt nor a stutter in your posture. However, it was when they both opened their mouths and had you rise from your bow that things got very very off schedule.

More so, completely flipped around.

And now her majesty Queen Alma Madrigal has assigned you a whole new job after the one you had exclusively been in since you were a teenager.

“Oh geez please don’t look like that!” Mirabel walked over to you and grabbed your upper arms, making you look at her. She gave her usual dorky smile, “This is literally perfect for you!”

“Mí mijo,” Alma stepped forwards, whispering as she took a more casual stance with you- something so surprising since the Queen really, really cared about her royalty and the whole strict regime that went with it, “He’s… Struggling. He is always late to family dinner. He’s not getting up on time. He’s too nervous to use his gift and to go out into town. We have tried what we can to convince him, and he…” she stopped, swallowing, looking at her granddaughter.

The bright butterfly continued for her royal family member, “He refuses a personal servant. I think he’s just shy. Maybe embarrassed. And probably really scared.” She smiled at you softly, pushing up her glasses and continuing, “He really needs some order and routine right now.”

Okay, now she was clearly trying to cater to you.

Queen Alma stepped forward and stooped down a little to your eye level so you could see her scalp, placing her royal, magical hand on your shoulder and it made you feel so humbled. However, she herself humbled instead, looking into your eyes and meekly begging, “You did such a wonderful job making sure Mirabel grew up, despite my best efforts, knowing she was good enough and could be happy.” You relished a little bit in how the Queen openly admitted her faults when it came to Mirabel, and you relished even more in the small, soft, warm smile the two shared after her words. “You are so talented and wonderful at what you do. You clearly care for the El Castillo de Encanto, the magic itself, and our family. Extend your helping hand to me, once again, but allow me to ask for the betterment this time,” Alma moved to stand up straight, putting her hand under your chin with her fingers curled in so only the knuckle of her pointer finger gently nudged your chin upwards too, “Mí Brunito needs you. I believe your magic touch-“ her lips curled in a small smile making you smile too- “will break him out of his shell and let him relax in his new life. I want more than anything to let my son know he is valued by the Encanto, by our blessing, by our family, and more so, to be proud of himself the way I am now so much more proud of him.”

You let out a sigh exclusively from your nose, shutting your eyes for a moment.

Everything made sense. You had to let go of Mirabel. She is grown up now. You were being put in a position where you were needed most.

You thought of your dad. How he used to take care of Bruno. How he implored people to be kinder, how he saw his master and friends true nature and how it deeply distressed him when nobody would see it too.

You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.

You opened your eyes. You wanted to fulfill the legacy set before you by two people just as loving and passionate as you were.

You have a small nod, looking between both of the Madrigals, “I would be honored to take his majesty Bruno Madrigal as my master.”

Both of them smiled. Soon, there were four arms wrapped around you in a hug.

In the distance you heard the faint noise of sand in the wind.

Fair warning, future chapters will have smut. 18+ I will tag it when it's appropriate Correct me on any spellings, bad grammar, and ESPECIALLY on poor translation. Thoughts? Feelings? If you have none: what kind of royal would *you* be?

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madmanwonder · 6 months

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Prompt

Royalty: Royal Heir and Servant

Relationship Status

Between the heir Sonia Nevermind and her servant Makoto Naegi.

--Relationship Status: Close Friendship/Secret Romantic Relationship--

Sonia and Makoto been good close friends with Sonia put her full trust in him and Makoto in return trust her. Though their friendship doesn't last as the two entered a secret romantic relationship to avoid the controversy of the Crown Heir of Novoseli being in relationship with low-born commoner.

Though Sonia has her own plan in making Makoto into being man of her status in the near future.

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #sonia nevermind #medieval au #medieval au prompt #royal au #royal au prompt #heir au #heir au prompt #commoner au #commoner au prompt #servant au #servant au prompt #meme post #meme prompt #relationship status meme #secret relationship #anon prompt

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yonemurishiroku · 2 years

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tw: gore, violence, blood. It’s Halloween, pals.

Immortal vampire Prince Nico with an endless regenerating ability for his werewolf servant Jason to munch on.

Like. Jason goes into feral mode and would pounce at everything within reach. Nico is the only one capable of dealing with him, as he’s a royalty and therefore posses the pureblood’s perfect regenerating ability. The attack didn’t annoy him as much.

Jason can bite and tear all he wants and Nico’s body would replenish itself in a blink of an eye. He bites at Nico’s neck and it would take him no more than a few ragged breaths to speak fluently again. He bites off Nico’s arm and it’d turn into dust in his mouth before a new one sprouts out from the vampire’s tattered flesh. The claw marks never last more than a few hours. The bruises fade away like moonlight in a cloudy night. His skin stitches back itself, unblemished unlike his blood-soaked sophisticated clothes.

Sure the pain is still there, very much present and prominent. But Nico has never been afraid of a bit of pain.

When the beast recedes and Jason comes to his sense, Nico, as always, remains the perfect embodiment of the dangerous beauty and etheral gracefulness that belong solely to the timeless vampires.

Believe this or not this comes from that Fantasy Royal AU which was supposed to be interspecies political-focused.

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akechi-stole-my-heart · 1 month

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soooo for royal trio day five: au i wanted to have a whole one shot ready but unfortunately,, life. so, in its place i present to you a short excerpt from what i have written. it isn't explicitly royal trio yet but i promise the whole au will be once there's more of it. my plan is to write this au as a series of one shots written whenever the muse strikes me next as a secondary wip.

royal trio week - day five - au

Sumire’s spent her whole life looking up to Kasumi. Watching her, admiring her, mirroring her every action and opinion. In a sense, that was all training for this, now. Pretending to be Kasumi will be easy. Kasumi was only the heir to the Yoshizawa line, betrothed to the Emperor’s son, and the perfect princess in every way. Polite, social, kind, and above all—beloved by everyone who knew her. All while making it look easy.

You’re nothing like Lady Kasumi.

Sumire grits her teeth and opens her eyes to glare at the Persona. I told you to leave me alone, she bites back.

I miss Lady Kasumi.

Sumire’s glare softens. Tears well up in her eyes, though she fights not to allow them to fall. I miss her too, she thinks, but does not project to the Persona. She’s not certain if that will make any difference. Was the Persona privy to her every thought—each traitorous, pathetic emotion? She won’t ask. Sumire would rather pretend the Persona doesn’t exist at all. Besides, she shouldn’t be thinking about any of this—about the Persona, about Kasumi, and the past. She’ll only break down and hasten the fate that's coming for her eventually.

Sumire must think of the present alone. The past is gone, the future unknown, and anything but the here and now ultimately irrelevant. Grief can come later—better yet, not at all.

So Sumire tucks away all her fear, sorrow, and anger, and shoves it into the dark recesses of her mind which holds the events that led her to this carriage ride. And determines never to think of them again. After all, she is Yoshizawa Kasumi, and Kasumi never doubted herself. She seized the day without hesitation. She never regretted a thing.

A princess can't afford to regret.

She peeks out through the blinds again. It’s something Kasumi would do, after all; unable to contain her excitement, wishing to familiarize herself with her new people. She doesn’t think about her family. She doesn't think about the lies. Most of all, she doesn't think about the dried flakes of blood still sticking to the undersides of her fingernails.

When she steps out of the carriage, Kasumi wears a flawless smile. The carefully applied beauty mark on her cheek remains perfectly in place, unsmudged by tears. She allows her servants to bustle about and escort her the short distance to the foot of the Palace, where the man she will one day wed stands to greet her.

His smile is just as wide as her own. And equally as fake.

“Princess Yoshizawa Kasumi,” the prince intones, his voice sweet and buttery. “It is an honor to welcome you to your new home.”

“I am honored to come home,” says Princess Kasumi, completing the proper and respectful exchange. She bows to the boy who’s haunted her dreams for months and occupied most of her waking thoughts. He utterly enraptured her heart and soul from the moment her sister—from the moment she received his very first letter. “Prince Shido Goro.”

#sera writes #its the arranged marriage au i drew some art for way back when hehe #akira is also here i prommy...#he's goro's closest servant and confidant :) and also a spy :)#royal trio week #royal trio

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sparklecryptid · 2 years

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feel free to ignore this bc it's NUTS, but Royal Bastard AU where, memories of Ace's PAST past life are suddenly forced into his mind. IDK why.

He was Feanor.

(And either Nerdanel followed him and is Nyx, or Ace needs to talk to BOTH of them about the dual soulbond thing?)

I just can't stop giggling about Ace's reaction to *waves hands at the parallels*

And presuming this involves some contact with arda/valinor, you think Ardyn would eye up the sons of Feanor and be like, 'ah more nephews to annoy interact with!' or what?

*facepalm* weird i know but i was looking at some AMAZING art of Feanor and thinking, 'this reminds me of Moose's Ace so much!' and the thought latched onto my brain!

*WHEEZES*

Okay no. This leads most excellently into a Ace-gets-a-polycule au so I’m gonna take this idea because you are correct it is nuts and give you some thoughts.

-You know how Ace was uh. Dead for a bit there until Mors yeeted him back into his body?

-Ace is yeeted into his body and PROMPTLY REMEMBERS BEING FEANOR BEFORE HIS PAST LIFE

-which means he has a past past life.

-he sets aside his freak out (there is time to Blow Things Up Later) and deals with Regis and Nyx and other people.

-he then goes and blows a few things up. No one asks why because things are still Settling

-Gandalf shows up.

-Because Gandalf was chosen to Go Get Ace Who Newly Remembers being Feanor.

-Ace promptly goes ‘no thank you that life is behind me i have a new life now tell my sons and wife i love them but I’m not coming back’

-Gandalf goes ‘you’re coming back we need to keep an eye on you’ and tries to trick him into leaving

-Ardyn does not take kindly to that and yeets Gandalf

-That is HIS nephew thank you you do not GET to take him

-ace has to intervene before things Get Messy

-this results in a Thing where Gandalf and Eonwe show up later with a bunch of fucking Elves

-who get to stay in the Citadel because Regis is a kind father (and is totally not going to interrogate all of them. Nope. He isn’t.)

-(he is)

-Nerdanel and her sons have been informed that Feanor has Very Much Changed and also has a husband now? Because they married before Feanor remembered anything

-Nerdanel does not know how to feel about this. Neither do her sons. So when a dark skinned human walks in the room they were told to wait it there is dead silence.

- Because that’s Feanor. Greatly changed no doubt. Smaller. Ace is all lean muscle and he’s shorter than all of them now. But it’s still him. Their souls, their eyes are the same.

-Ace = 5’10” all the fucking Elves 6’6” and over.

-Ace suddenly remembers how he felt when Maedhros grew taller than him and is now feeling that x7

-the first thing he does is sigh. He has prepared for this. Well he tried to. Words have escaped him now that he’s face to face with people he remembers from a Life that isn’t This One

-“Alright,” Ace says and Nerdanel, Caranthir, Curufin and Maedhros raise their eyebrows at hearing him speak so casually, “I apologize, but I am not who you remember, nor will I ever be him again. I might have his memories and his soul but it has changed too much for me to be your father. Or your husband. I will however apologize for my past deeds. In the past they might be but I still wronged all of you, I will not ask forgiveness but I am sorry.”

-Celegorm blinks. And then because he has no filter goes “Are we sure this is his fea?”

-Ace fucking bristles. His eyes shine for a moment before he manages to calm down.

-Celegorm: “Yeah okay this is him.”

-Ace wonders how he ever raised these children. Fuck.

#royal bastard au #meanwhile Ace’s family (both makeshift and not) are in another room WAITING #Ardyn debates causing mayhem just for fun #he doesn’t get a chance because fucking eonwe shows up; takes one look at ardyn who is still surrounded by darkness of the scourge #and eonwe goes ‘hm. must be Morgoth’s Minion’#and attacks.#NO ONE TAKES THIS WELL #Ace hears commotion and rushes out followed by the others #and he finds Ardyn and eonwe duking it out #Gandalf has done nothing to stop this #because Gandalf was thinking the same thing #Ace goes to stop the fight and Nerdanel reaches out to stop him because all the elves can see the dark in Ardyn and are worried #But Ace looks at her with blazing eyes and goes ‘he’s not anyone’s servant’ before reaching out a hand and encasing eonwe’s feet in ice -#freezing the Maia to the floor.#eonwe is too shocked to move #caranthir sighs ‘who thought it was a good idea to give father magic’

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justin-peudeau · 9 months

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With the terrible fucked up royal bloodline come the terribly fucked up servant bloodline !!!

So it's still the hc of Theta and Longhi being sisters and Mark being their cousin.

Honestly, I LOVE brainriotting about how they cause natural disaters by trying to solve things in their own weird intellectual. OF COURSE nothing happens like it was suppose to. So they will rarely concert each other secretely with special code messages just to have the other point of view on the matter. (But they will never entirely listen to their advices. They are siblings. Who fully listen their siblings anyway 🙄.)

Sometimes, the message will be literally an urgent summon request and the chosen person knows they have -like- 3 min to:

- makes an excuse to leave whatever extremely important duty they were doing

- prepares back up materials

- sprints like crazy toward the indicate spot (without being notice by anyone)

- saves the summoner's ass from whatever collosal shit they put themselve in

- heal and clean themselves

- get ride of the corpses (yes there would always have one corpse, the alive body wasn't cooperative anyway)

- come back to their duty like if they just take the most innocent piss on the nearby toilet

I think the one who gets the most requests is Mark. He have the most free time, work alone often and have the best communication skill. So he can make the best excuses pretty easily if none at all. He is a perfect bait and a professional manipulator. However, he is not a good fighter.

The one who is excellent for mass murder without making a mess is Longhi (Furikov said that only a super trained assassin can restrained their aura like she did). With her, bloody bussiness are erased as efficiently as an unfortunate messed up line you made in Clip Studio Paint. However she have a REALLY thight shedule and none of her colleagues knows about her double identity, so she can't make excuses often or be off duty for too long.

The best strategist is of course my beloved Theta. She can kick asses pretty easily and have a surrounding who can always back her up if she is absent for too long since she is the head of her body-guards team. It helps A LOT for excuses. Plus Tser-ride-some-dick often treat her like a queen in a chessboard. So she does many solo missions, sometimes along side Sarkov. So she doesn't have a superior eyes on her often. However, she IS the one who put herself in shitty situations the most 😂. (Sarkov doesn't help that much)

In order of shit-making you have :

Number 1 : (by far) Theta

Number 2 : (mess around but doesn't ask for help often) Mark

Number 3 : (is incredibly model compared to the other 2, but she is unpredictible in exceptional situations) Longhi

Finally, they are still smart as fuck, so the shitty situations they put themselves are often 13-dimensional-25x25-rubik's-cube-'s type of problems. Only 400 IQ crazy people like them can resolve it without to much casualities.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #theta #my queen 😫#my love of my life 🤩#succession war arc #longhi #rongi #mark #the royal servant siblings AU #I need to make comics about them to better explain myself #anyway I like my hc #and it thanks to @messalla on Ao3 who come up with the hc of Theta and Mark being dorky cousins 😊#thank you !!!!!!!!!#hope you like what is on my mind 16h/24h 😁

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