#the advisor au

[wolfpup026]

I bet Mobius would've liked Loki's play

[krasytoonz]

I wonder where Frank could be!

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

obsessed with the idea of seelie faerie prince gojou, as charming and as tricksy as all fae are. his snow-white hair eye catching and his azure eyes like gems pressed into his flesh

seelie prince satoru whose very birth shook faerieland as foretold by the stars red, blue and purple stars that soared through the sky the night of his birth

seelie prince satoru who is much more observant than his penchant for revels and merrymaking belies

seelie prince satoru who relishes in obnoxiously getting under the skin of the gentry of his court with his radical ideas that challenge the traditions that have been established for centuries

seelie prince satoru whose court is filled with political strife between three major families- the gojou, zenin and kamo. and it's really just his look this particular luck that he's bleeding out after a particularly harrowing attempt on his life. must have been that petty bastard naoya but in this particular moment, numb from poison and with a bloodied torso it really isn't going to do him any good trying to figure out who sent the now dead assassin after him

he won't die from this, he's been developing an immunity to poison. but even so, this is tough on his body as he sits in a misty forest waiting for the poison to wear off on his body with the scent of iron strong in the air

that's when he sees something that any faerie would consider the worst omen ー he sees you.

faeries are immortal folk. unless someone goes out of their way to kill them, they never die. it's what makes them stronger, far further creatures than humans with their insect-length lifespans

seelie prince satoru who even with his eyes, it's difficult seeing you clearly with poison muddling his senses but he sees the tell-tell white hair and gray skin and he knows you're a banshee

seelie prince satoru who chuckles humorlessly as he accepts that apparently, his luck has run out

he's sure of this as you slowly come closer and closer until he sees you much more clearly. your eyes are bloodshot, as to be expected of your kind. but your eyes might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. they're a pale lilac and your pupils are a ghostly white, shockingly light against the reds of your eyes but even that looks beautiful. he never cared particularly for the color red before but in this moment he can understand why red caps crave the color so and satoru thinks that if he is going to hear those damning cries that will seal his fate in this instant, he's glad it's you

banshees were human women that died in grief, right? that died tragedy before the grace of the gods turned them fae. death is a beautiful look on you but he wonders what you'd look if you were still colored in the shades of life that once blossomed over you like spring blooms

and so you part your lips... but rather than wail and scream, announcing to the headless riders of faerie that death is near, death is coming for gojou satoru your eyebrows knit in worry and you ask

"are you alright?" as you kneel by his side, reaching for his wounds carefully. your voice is honestly akin to hearing birdsong in the night, a juxtaposition he wasn't prepared for. "here, let me help you"

apparently the seelie prince's luck is greater still. death won't come for him yet. instead, he's become a hypocrite. an unintelligent hypocrite but he can't quite seem to make himself care in this instance when he is tended to by your cold but gentle touch and your lark-like voice drips like honey from your lips.

whether it's folk or mortal, satoru likens love to a curse that makes those around him stupid. a curse that leads to betrayals, war and frankly too much strife he desires to deal with

yet in this moment, that very curse seemed to course through his veins

stupid is as stupid does, seelie prince satoru's lips part and he asks you as if enraptured in a spell "please marry me and i'll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise"

as for you... you're simply a banshee who just happened to be in this forest when you spotted an injured elf in the distance and decided to see if he'd accept your help if he didn't outright lose his mind in fear at the sight of you. you think he might have considering the words that left his mouth

it must be the blood loss talking

unfortunately for you and much to the aggravation of suguru and kento, seelie prince satoru's most trusted advisors, satoru was very much serious and fervently keeps referring to you as his future queen when you haven't even accepted the proposal

seelie prince satoru who insists you stay in his palace, at the very least until after a revel in a few moons time he wishes to throw in your honor. as thanks for treating his injuries which are still healing, might he add. anything could happen, what if a banshee needs to herald his death and one isn't around? he would also like the time to woo you over. please? just until then

seelie prince satoru who ignores the ardent whispers that it is bad luck for a banshee to be so close the prince. that insist that death fae are like roaches. surely if one appears, there will be more banshee and dullahan that follow

seelie prince satoru who coldly states that any such insult toward the woman who saved his life will find those who said them hearing the chilling cries they so fear sooner than they'd enjoy

[ghouljams]

GHOUL IM GOING TO ASCEND, MEDIEVAL!GAZ???? MARRYING HIS LITTLE LOVE???? TO PROVE HIS INTENTIONS ARE /PURE/??? I am going to vibrate at a frequency previously unheard of. I am going to slip into the core of the earth and burn to a crisp.

Sure, yeah, pure intentions.

He doesn't watch you go about your work with dark eyes tracing the curve of your waist, or shift in his seat when you bend down to sweep up a last bit of dirt. He's completely pure in his intentions. You deserve a man with pure intentions. He tries to have pure intentions. Tries not to stare when you come in to his chambers to change the linens on his bed, though he does stare. His chin in his hand as he leans against the arm of his chair, his fingers curled over his lips in a poor approximation of your lips, watching you move around the room and go about your duties.

Pure intentions are what lead him to grab your arm as the other maids file out of the room. They're what make him tip his head and hesitate pulling you into his lap. They're what make guilt pierce his chest when he meets your inquisitive stare, what makes him release his grip before you can ask what he needs. Because pure intentions are not what makes a man, a smart man, an advisor to the king, want to crawl under a maid's skirts and make a home for himself between her legs. You do not inspire many pure feelings in Gaz.

That's not to say he only wants to marry you to satisfy those impure thoughts. No, he wants you as his wife, dreams about waking up next to you and coming home to you. He needs you to understand that it isn't just a momentary satisfying of his lust that he wants, he wants to keep you afterwards. He wants every man who passes you to know that you're his and his alone, that you're taken care of in every way he can think of.

Gaz requests you in his office just to see the way you look next to his desk, just so he can properly imagine bending you over it. He has you sit on his couch so he can better imagine how you'd look spread bare against the pillows. He holds the door closed with a firm hand over your head and stops himself from pressing his hips against your ass when he tells you, "One more thing darling, before you go" and tries to come up with some suitable reason for stopping you. It's can't be because he wanted to smell the soap on your skin, or see your lips part up close. Can't be because he thought for a brief moment that maybe he could be a brute and feel your body against his without guilt.

"If you could give me your father's name," He says instead, because it's the desperate cloying need that bubbles under his skin that makes him want to marry you.

[schwarz-san]

Art for halfa Tim as Consilior Starling!

I did say I'm going to make art for it.

[tanoraqui]

actually the best part of an AU where Annatar simply does not revert to evil, but does eventually admit to having been evil, is if he stays on good terms with Khazad-Dum forever and one day in the mid-Third Age the dwarves palantir-call him like, “Hey, Annatar, we think we found one of your old guys? Could you come get them out of our mineshaft?”

Celebrimbor, leaning over Annatar’s shoulder: ‘One of his old guys’ as in a Maia, or as in an evil monster?

Dwarves: Yes. That is, it killed Durin, and the survivors of his party say it was a nightmare of fire and darkness.

Annatar: We’ll be right there.

Annatar a couple days later, peering down a deep, deep mineshaft both physically and spiritually: Holy shit, it’s Dave. [to Celebrimbor] Star-gem, stand back. Everyone else, too. [leans further down the shaft] HEY, DAVE, KNOCK IT OFF! I’M TRYING TO RUN A FAIR AND STABLE GLOBAL ECONOMY UP HERE!

[eroguron0nsense]

Modern College AU where Rayleigh is Ace's prof (his parents are still dead, the ASL brothers are fostered together) and spends every goddamn day having an internal crisis over the fact that his best friend/first love's son is right there in front of him every time he goes to work, and he knew the second he saw that boy walking into Sociology 310: Diversity of Family and Kinship Structures that he was Roger and Rouge's child, but doesn't know how to talk to him about it or whether he should bring it up at all

[gentil-minou]

student council au where wei wuxian ran "as a joke" but won president with lan wangji as his vice president and their shenanigans as wwx uses a sizeable amount of their budget for carnivals and student events and lwj just...lets him

his uncle, the principal, asks him what on earth are you doing and lwj just takes out a research paper that shows the benefits of fun and relaxing activities on student mental health while wwx is shooting a t-shirt canon at the crowd behind them

there's a sofa in the student lounge that wwx uses to take naps and everytime he does his shirt rides up revealing a sliver of skin and lwj has one hand in a tight horny grip as he calculates how much of their budget they can devote to a bunny petting zoo even though the insurance will be a nightmare but wwx really wants one so he will get one.

(at the petting zoo, wwx tells him the bunny petting zoo was a birthday gift for him)

(lwj kisses his big stupid perfect little face)

[basilbots]

Servant Eclipse design. Got some scars from the star, before he handed it over to Prince. Prince still calls him King sometimes, though it annoys him now that he's "retired", but I'm considering making it his official nickname when talking about him

[emry-stars-art]

I don’t know if you know this but I love a good royal au just as much if not more than a mer au… so when someone mentioned it at the beginning of May and i went for the thematic mermay instead I vowed I would come come back to the subject. Sketch dump time

Enter young king Aaron and prince Andrew, who recently were assigned new personal guards but Andrew is starting to realize every other word out of Abram’s mouth is only a half-truth if not an outright lie… what could he possibly have to hide

[hiro-dotcom]

Another Sir Wal!

He looks nervous here...I wonder why?

[krasytoonz]

friends

[ghouljams]

Dearest parental figure, if you’re tired of beating medieval ghost and his princess with a stick could we check in on medieval Gaz?

If not I will sit right back down to enjoy the trauma. Please and thank you.

(dreamy sigh) Gaz...

Yeah I can do some medieval Gaz, where did we leave of? The man of the hour was stealing away maid!reader for some mischief, er, sleep...

You think it's rather fun sneaking around with a man who could freely walk the halls with you and incur no judgement. The way Gaz pulls you around corners and presses his hand over your mouth leaves you giggling. Maybe you've had a little too much to drink. But! It's so much fun! You stumble up stairs and hold a finger to your lips to shush Gaz as you pull him back behind a tapestry. He spends a brief moment marveling at the secret servant's passage before casting his wicked grin on you and making you laugh all over again.

"You're going to give us away doll," He tells you seriously, though it's hard to take him so seriously when he smiles like that. You do your best to quiet down the giggles and give him your best most serious look. He snorts, quite elegantly, and bites his lip to prevent a repeat of the sound.

"If we aren't doing anything but getting a sleeping tonic for you, then what's there to give away?" You whisper ask, though calling it a whisper is too quiet an adjective. You're a little louder than you really should be.

"You don't think a pretty thing like you following a strange man to his quarters is cause for talk?" He asks, holding the door for you on the other end of the tunnel.

"I don't think you're strange," You tell him with a smile and a quick raise of your brows. Gaz rolls his eyes but his grin doesn't leave him. You think he looks rather dashing when he smiles, more rakish than his usual stern expression --handsome as that may be. He opens his mouth to respond and stops, looking around as you make your way to the storeroom.

"Why're we in the kitchen?" Gaz asks, apparently not so upset by the change in scenery he can't swipe an apple from the nearby basket. You hum, pulling the herbs you need.

"You said you wanted a tonic," You settle the necessaries on the middle island.

"Didn't really mean-" He grumbles and sighs, "Alright, tonic, fine." He relents.

"What else could you have meant?" You tease, rolling up your sleeves and turning to get the kettle on. You nearly run into Gaz, the proud set of his shoulders hardly twitching as you lean back against the counter to avoid bumping him. His hands settle on either side of you on the island, fingers drumming impatiently against the wood. He's awfully close. The smell of his cologne, the rich dark leather and currant of it, is terribly enticing. He makes you want to lean close with one breath, one warm glance.

He has a habit of boxing you in, doesn't he? You're not sure if you should be indulging in it or trying to break him of it. He leans close, dips his head towards your shoulder, and you find yourself baring your neck to make room for him. He breathes deeply, and you wonder if he's enjoying your perfume the way you're enjoying his. The brush of his breath against your skin raises goosebumps. You can't help but shiver.

"Are you being purposefully obtuse, or do you really not know?" He murmurs, and you wonder if it's just the angle or if you can truly feel the brush of his lips against your neck. It must be his breath, or your hair, anything else. It makes your breath catch in your chest just the same. Makes you freeze like a rabbit in a snare, waiting for his next move.

When he does finally move away from you the air feels terribly cold. The warmth of him leaving you as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm going back," He tells you, "take the tonic to my room when you finish." You wish your brain would unstick itself from the tar he plunged it into, that you had anything witty to say back. Gaz doesn't wait for an answer, he leaves you to your work in the kitchen. Leaves you to calm your pounding heart by yourself. A charming man is more dangerous than a tyrant, but you can't say you don't enjoy it.

[somnas-writes]

Modern day Luffy would be an entomologist. He told his school counselor he wanted to look at bugs for a living and they signed him up for all the science classes. Somehow he’s made his way to being one of the top entomologists in the world

[novasintheroom]

You always sit close to King Nai during important meetings. It's expected; you're the top royal advisor, after all. You've taken on more than enough suspicious glares from people in the room when you lean over to whisper something in his ear, advising him in the kingdom's matters. Nothing bothers you anymore.

Well, except when Nai subtly reaches under the table to place his hand on your thigh. He does this sparingly; he knows it twists your tongue in knots, and as much as he hates to admit it, there's a reason you're his best advisor. But sometimes he has to get you to quiet down, especially when someone dangerous is in the room. Someone who will go after you if you're both not careful.

And sometimes he'll squeeze your thigh just to see your face flush and your jaw clench. He's a bastard that way.

[kingprinceleo]

vampire au- jaw drops to the floor. eyes pop out. sound effect of AWOOGA AWOOOGA /ref