#Fae Prince AU

[piosplayhouse]

"Oh dear," the unicorn thought. "I must've really mucked up the story beyond compare! The Red Bull Luo Binghe is protecting the last unicorn scum?! Unconscionable! He should have driven me off the cliff by now!!"

[fictionadventurer]

Of course Catherine Morland falls in love with the charming, kind Henry Tilney who's unlike any man she's ever met and who's the kind of person who she didn't think existed outside of books. But the great thing is that Henry's equally enchanted by the completely ordinary Catherine, because she's something that's totally unfamiliar to his world. They're equally mythical to each other, and in finding each other they upend their ideas of what they thought the world was, and they build a new world together, and that is peak romance.

[azastr]

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Cardan gets jealous when someone tries to flirt with his wife

warning : jealousy, flirtation, mentions of passionate encounters

Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, sat regally on his throne in the grand court hall. The room was filled with faerie nobility and members of the court, their elegant attire shimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Y/n, his human wife, stood beside him, her fiery spirit contained within the delicate beauty of her features.

As the court meeting progressed, a young faerie nobleman named Alistair approached Y/n, a smug smile playing on his lips. He was known for his flirtatious nature and overconfident demeanor, thinking himself irresistible to any woman.

Alistair leaned in closer to Y/n, his voice dripping with arrogance. "My lady Y/n, I must say, you look even more stunning than usual today. I can't help but be captivated by your beauty."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Save your flattery, Alistair. I have no interest in your idle compliments." Undeterred, Alistair persisted, his voice filled with arrogance. "Ah, but my dear Y/n, wouldn't it be thrilling to experience a night of passion with someone of my caliber? I assure you, it would be an unforgettable experience."

Cardan's gaze narrowed as he caught wind of Alistair's audacity. He was well aware of Y/n's allure and the attention she attracted, but his love for her burned fiercely, and he was not one to let such insults slide.

He rose from his throne, a predatory glint in his eyes, and spoke in a velvety, dangerous tone that echoed through the hall. "Alistair, my friend, it seems you have forgotten your manners. Let me remind you that Y/n is my wife, and I assure you, our nights together are nothing short of passionate and unforgettable."

The courtiers whispered among themselves, the tension in the air thickening as Cardan's words hung in the room. Y/n felt her cheeks flush and her heart quicken at Cardan's bold proclamation. She shot him a glance filled with equal parts surprise and desire, momentarily forgetting the presence of the court.

A mischievous smile danced on Cardan's lips as he continued, his voice a low murmur that carried only to Y/n's ears. "Darling, do you remember the way your body trembled beneath me, your gasps of pleasure and cries of ecstasy echoing through our chambers? How you squirmed beneath my touch, unable to resist the pleasure I bestowed upon you?"

Y/n's breath hitched, her eyes widening at Cardan's audacious words. She fought to maintain her composure, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. She stole a glance at the court, noticing their shocked expressions and scandalized whispers.

Clearing her throat, Y/n composed herself, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. "Oh, how could I forget such passionate nights, my love? I'm sure our guests find our tales of intimacy utterly fascinating."

Cardan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Y/n's spine. "Indeed, darling. They should count themselves fortunate to witness a glimpse of our unbridled passion."

The courtiers shifted uncomfortably, some casting disapproving glances, while others couldn't help but be intrigued by the intensity of Cardan and Y/n's connection. The scene had taken an unexpected turn, their courtly decorum shattered by the unabashed display of their love.

Amid the murmurs and whispers, Cardan extended his arm to Y/n, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Come, my love. Let us leave this tedious court gathering and retire to our chambers, where we can explore new heights of pleasure, far away from prying eyes."

Y/n smirked, her eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and desire. She placed her hand in Cardan's, allowing him to lead her away from the court, their exit accompanied by a mixture of gasps, hushed whispers, and stolen glances.

As they disappeared from the grand court hall, the echoes of their passionate night lingered in the air, a reminder that love, desire, and defiance had found a home within the heart of the High King of Elfhame and his human queen.

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[sleepyorchidmonster]

What if king Henrik managed to steal Malleus's egg after defeating Meleanor?

The main point is that the egg WOULDN'T hatch because it needs love (and even in canon it took a couple of centuries to hatch, despite the presence of Lillia and Maleficia).

So after a few tries, he discards his plans and keeps the egg as a trophy. Years pass and a five year-old Silver finds the trophy room while playing. He stumbles into the pedestal holding the egg, but manages to save it before it falls.

The child then senses a tiny heartbeat, and realizes there is a baby inside the egg!

The egg hatches immediately. Baby Silver loved it at once (the way he did once upon a dream).

And that's how we get a Dragon Prince journey (sorta).

After the dragon hatched, Silver went to talk with his animal friends to see if they could help (he loves his parents, but he couldn't just tell them he went to the trophy room to play, some instinct of his was also telling him they couldn't be trusted).

He left the little dragon under the care of a mother bear and went to the library to see if he could find anything. He came across a few old books from before the Silver Owls that described the Draconias (the little prince was so excited! His dragon friend could become a friend friend! He didn't have any friends besides the animals! And the dragon was even a fellow prince!)

But first things first! His dragon friend needed to meet his actual family, they were probably worried sick! So he grabbed a few maps, marked out the closest fae castle, told his parents he would go play with the animals in the woods and left.

The trek was very long and dangerous, but the entire forest was on his side. Baby Silver kept talking to Malleus, explaining life as a prince, introducing his animal friends, and trying to find out if he liked to eat berries.

They avoided war-stricken areas and managed to reach fae territory. And that's when things took a turn for the worse.

Henrik and the Silver Owls found them. Apparently, the egg was missing and a search party was assembled to follow its magical traces. Baby Silver didn't know that, and went to greet his uncle, saying that he was helping out a friend find his family!!

Henrik looked at his nephew, then at the dragon, and went for the kill, literally. The kid couldn't even defend himself, as his uncle cut him down with a simple strike (dawn knight was at home).

And that's when baby Malleus's magic blew up.

A snowstorm of cataclysmic proportions struck, complete with fire tornados and lightning. At the center of it all stood two children, the tiny Silver that was bleeding out, and Malleus, who had taken a human form and was trying to close the wound (he changed forms because he was scared and emulated the only thing he could think of as strong and protection, and that thing was five year-old Silver). Meanwhile, all of the animals formed a protective circle around them.

Luckily, reinforcements soon arrived. Both Lillia and Maleficia came (that storm could only be a Draconia's doing, they would NOT lose the egg again). They made quick work of the rest of the Silver Owls before rushing to Malleus's aid.

The animals let the faes though, as if they knew the dragon had finally found his kin. But Malleus wouldn't let go of Silver, even when the kid started telling him "Look, we found your family!! You're safe!", smiling despite the pain and looming death.

With the use of "Far Cry Cradle", Lillia quickly explained the situation, and the faes made the decision to save the human. They had a much too big debt with this child, who was so innocent it hurt.

They were also keeping the human. If that despicable man was his UNCLE, then no way in hell were the rulers of Briar Valley going to give the child back to his family. It would be a disgrace to the Draconia family.

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Now, there a a few ways this AU could go.

1. The faes weren't able to save Silver. They create a monument in his honor and he becomes the only human they respect. Relations with the Silver Owls may improve now that Henrik is dead, if they can convince Dawn Knight his son died to save Malleus.

2. The faes save Silver, who lives in Briar Valley until the end of his mortal lifespan, acting as Malleus's big brother and knight. The Silver Owls are angry, but eventually come to an agreement once they realize there was no mind control involved.

3. The faes manage to save Silver, but the wounds were so grave that he had to stay in magic stasis for a few hundred years. Receiving the BOTW Shrine of Ressurection treatment. Due to the nature of the magic, he lost his memories, got silver hair and became sleepy. He later wakes up and becomes the Silver we all know and love. Malleus still sees him as the older brother, but thinks that now it's his turn to protect the human!

[dreaminginpencil]

So uh, I’m apparently allowed to post a li’l gentle teaser for the name pending fae brainrot steddie au Ayes is writing ✨

A little prince Steve energy for you 👑

[hats-paradox]

Various Coraline AU doodles

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 44 (final chapter AHHH!!!!) of The Nascent Diplomat:

‘How often do you think of him, when you’re here?’ the Raven Prince said, staring up at the branches of a particularly tall fir. ‘Oxcillian.’ ‘Oh,’ Gwyn said. ‘Well. Often.’ ‘Today?’ ‘Yes.’ The Raven Prince scratched at his head where one of the longest feathers sprouted. He’d likely lose it soon and grow another and complain at how much his head hurt because of it. ‘Is there any way I can change this for you?’ the Raven Prince said. ‘I… There’s no need to-’ ‘That’s not what I’m asking you,’ the Raven Prince said, gaze sharp. ‘Then no, I don’t think so. He’s dead, and my mind is still like this. And I don’t want my mind and my thoughts and my memories altered.’ ‘Then I shall make a home for us beyond this Court,’ the Raven Prince said.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Vigil

A little Drabble for my fae puppy named Prince. Set in @ghouljams ‘s Fae au. It’s a little less then 500 words but I think it’s cute.

The snow was cold against his paw pads, leathery black and pink skin protesting the sting of the freeze, his claws clicking against the ice with every step towards the warm and inviting cottage not too far off, a beacon of light and summer in the middle of the harsh winter setting. The slightest sheen of the Witch’s barrier catching against the bright shine of the sun. The sight was a welcome one, encouraging him to walk just a little bit faster.

It was a prickle at the back of his skull that signified he’d crossed into the weaker barrier at the porch, the soft pins and needles like his skin had fallen asleep. A gentle warning, to be good, respectful. His magic greeted the Witch’s with a playful nip, little excited puppy bites like a dog greeting its owner after a long day at work. The pins and needles faded and he waddled up to the front door with no issue, pawing at it and scratching his nails against the dark wood with a little greeting whimper.

Only silence followed.

Tilting his head, Prince set the shoddy bouquet down on the straw welcoming mat, chicory and chickweed, a few stray blooms of bittersweet nightshade. It was unusual, he thought, for the Witch to not answer her door.

“Witch? It’s me! Thought it’d be nice to sit down and have a cuppa!” The puppy shaped fae called, ears twitching as he took a moment to simply listen. But the only sounds that greeted him were the chitter chatter of the forest and the animals that weren’t animals, peaking out of the dense trees with too big eyes and sharp teeth. He hummed, glancing at one of the curtained windows to see the inside pitch black. Even more unusual.

A little pouty at the realization that he would miss out on some snacks and scritches, Prince resolves to wait, hopping up onto a little chair by the door and staring out at the vast expanse of winter patiently. The wind screeched with banshee’s calls, the snow crunched with the footsteps of those who no longer lived, and Prince sat. Patient as a loyal guard standing vigil, snapping at any weaker critter that nudged a little too close for comfort. Even having to throw a particularly heavy stone at some weird moose creature that kept calling out to him with the Witch’s voice. Weird guy.

But it wasn’t long but noon waned into dusk, and even the most loyal of companions could not be expected to stay awake all through the night. So, shivering from cold, Prince simply curled up onto the porch chair, huddled protectively around his gift for the Witch, heavy lids closing, drifting to sleep with the smell of bergamot and honey heavy in his nose.

[live-from-flaturn]

“A Silver Sky, A Golden Night” 

For @just-slightly-chayotic 

Thank you so much for the prompt that turned into what will probably be my KimChay magnum opus. I am so excited for BirdKim to finally see the light of day.

Summary: 

“Well?”

“King Tankhun demands that you return at once unless, of course, the first of our Courting Rituals has been successfully and honorably completed.”

Clearly neither of his older brothers grasped the magnitude of Kim’s feelings for the precious mortal prince who’d rescued him. He crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. “And if it has?” --- Prince Porchay was less than enthusiastic about the upcoming Tournament for his hand in marriage. He had no one in mind to grant his Favor, no one to confide in about his worries, and only an injured bird to keep him company... Until even Sir Raven left, and Chay was alone again.

Or so he thought.

[shake-this-poet-out-of-the-beast]

The golden prince of the autumn court

Autumn court ranger Jin Ling (and Fairy <3)

[vi-visected]

a snippet from the druid prince merlin au

they’ve known each other for like 2 hours and arthur is already hopeless

[plasma-studios]

pick a fic wip for me to work on

(to be clear the / is the sign for romance here; x isn't)

[azastr]

Intoxicated Love

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Drunk Cardan flirting with his wife

Warning : Drunk Cardan 🍷

Cardan stumbled through the grand halls of the Elfhame palace, his steps unsteady and his laughter ringing out. He had consumed more than his fair share of the potent faerie wine, and it had taken a toll on his balance. Despite his intoxication, however, his mischievous dark eyes glinted with amusement as he spotted his wife, Y/n, coming towards him. 

"Daaaaaarling~" Cardan slurred, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He sauntered to her, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Come to rescue me from my own debauchery, have you?" 

Y/n's eyes sparkled with mirth as she approached him, her footsteps purposeful and confident. "Rescue is a strong word, Cardan," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "More like keeping an eye on you to ensure you don't embarrass yourself too much." 

Cardan feigned offense, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. "Embarrass myself? Never!" he exclaimed, his words accompanied by an unsteady sway. "I am the High King of Elfhame, after all. Embarrassment is beneath me." 

Y/n raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Beneath you, huh? Just like the wine you've been drinking tonight, I suppose." She reached out a hand to steady him, her touch firm but gentle. 

"Careful there, love," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and a hint of sarcasm. "Don't want you stumbling and breaking that pretty face of yours." 

Cardan's eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned into her touch, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Oh, but my dear Y/n, even if I were to break my face, I trust you'd still find me irresistible," he slurred, a playful smile tugging at his lips. 

Y/n raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on her own lips. "Irresistible might be a stretch, my love," she countered, her tone laced with feigned indifference. "But I suppose there's a certain charm to your drunken state." 

Cardan chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room. "You wound me, my love. Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you mock me." 

She chuckled, unable to hide her own amusement at his antics. "Well, pour your heart out more soberly next time, and maybe I'll take you seriously." 

Leaning closer to her, Cardan's voice dropped to a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. "But where's the fun in that, Y/n? You know I can't resist teasing you, especially when you react so delightfully." 

"You know," he slurred, his words whispered into her ear, "you're quite lovely tonight. Always lovely, of course, but tonight, especially so." 

Y/n rolled her eyes, but a faint blush tinged her cheeks. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Cardan," she replied, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Especially when you're inebriated."  

Y/n crossed her arms, studying him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. "You never cease to amaze me, Cardan Greenbriar. How is it that a king can stumble around drunk in his own palace?" 

Cardan grinned mischievously. "Because, my love, being a king can be rather dull at times. And what better way to bring some excitement to my kingdom than by being a charmingly tipsy ruler?" 

Y/n's lips twitched into a playful smile. "Is this your way of suggesting a dance, my intoxicated king?" 

Cardan bowed dramatically, offering his hand. "Would you honor me with a dance, my cunning and beautiful wife?"  

Y/n took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. "Only if you promise not to step on my toes, Your Majesty."  

Cardan laughed, his eyes alight with affection. "I make no such promises, my love. But I will do my best to keep up with your graceful steps." 

They moved to the center of the hall, the music of the fae filling the air. Cardan's steps were unsteady, but Y/n guided him with practiced ease. They twirled and spun, their laughter echoing through the grand chamber. 

In that moment, they were not a king and a human girl hated by the fae. They were simply Cardan and Y/n, two souls entwined in a dance that defied the odds. And as they laughed and teased each other under the moonlit sky, their love shone brightly, casting a light that even the darkest shadows of Elfhame couldn't extinguish. 

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Not me drowning in the imagines of this beautiful fae

[fruixtii]

been thinking about my rsa au…

[doodleimprovement]

Apologies for poor scan/photo quality. Could not get these to work with me no matter what I did

Have some AU Joses: Top Row is from an AU called "Gods Favorites" and the Bottom is from his Fae Prince AU (including the first draft of his far form) - both are AUs with @artwithlemon that I've had a lot of fun with

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 44 of The Nascent DIplomat:

He stepped forwards as Augus and Gwyn walked over, and there was an expression on his face Gwyn hadn’t seen before. The way the Raven Prince stared at him, like his eyes were hungry, but also…fond? Gwyn opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. He’d felt every day for the last week that his life was going to be the same once he returned to it, but it was already different. The Raven Prince walking over to him with this expression on it was new. It was so new. Gwyn knew the Raven Prince as someone stingy with his praise, cold instead of warm. Tears came to Gwyn’s eyes, and he had to look away, and the Raven Prince reached out and stopped just shy of touching his arm. ‘I want to go home,’ Gwyn said. His voice was cracked and rough.