There’s a difference between demanding that someone adhere to your personal preferences and offering advice/constructive criticism. 

Going up to someone who enjoys writing Medieval royalty au’s and saying “Why do you keep writing those? I have no interest in that period and I don’t even like historical au’s much anyway; you should write something different”  is demanding that someone comply with your preference.

Saying something like “Using epiphets instead of characters’ names usually sounds clunky and awkward; just using their names will make the writing more concise and won’t interrupt the flow of the writing” as a general statement is offering constructive advice. 

not-as-corrupted asked:

♔ Royalty AU (( THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS "TOO MANY THREADS", MY FRIEND-- (also King Wheatley and Peasant Craig?) ))

//okay! Sorry this took so long

Besides the fact he’d only just been crowned king a few days ago, people were already debating whether him being their ruler was a good idea or not. Not that they had much a choice; he was the only heir they had. But the slightly power-obessed and unusually tall male seemed to have no idea what he was doing half the time. They thought that, anyways. Personally, he thought he was the best king they’d ever had. But the last thing Wheatley wanted to deal with was one of the villagers coming up to the throne, most likely to either complain or beg. “Wot do you want?”

(Sorry this is kinda crappy)

The Portrait

Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”

Fifteen years ago, when nine year old Derek was sat down by his parents and informed of his duty as a prince to his kingdom, he didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be engaged. There was brief talk of marriage that he’d let fly right past him, so far in the future it wasn’t a concern, and the vague knowledge that he was spoken for, but it had little impact on his life at the time. 

He was told his betrothed had just turned three, like Cora, which brought up the memory of his little sister throwing his favorite book in a full toilet just the week before, and then he dismissed the entire issue from his mind when Laura called for him to join their game of hide and seek. He had more important things to worry about than some baby in another land, ruining other people’s prized possessions.

Ten years ago, they received word that Queen Claudia had passed, and fourteen year old Derek had dutifully signed the condolences his mother penned from the family, but it hardly affected him beyond pulling him away in the middle of his sword training. It was a distant death in a distant northeastern kingdom, affecting people Derek had never even seen before. He returned to his training alongside his best friend and future guard Boyd, and that was that.

The same happened nine years ago, upon the marriage of King Jonathon and his new wife, Queen Melissa; he signed the longwinded letter of congratulations, sat through a brief lecture on the importance of keeping up on these things and staying informed of these types of changes for political reasons, and then dashed back outside to where Boyd was waiting with their horses, forgetting it all in seconds. They were a distant family he had no personal connection to, he couldn’t say he felt strongly either way about their brand new union.

Eight years ago, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him with the arrival of a portrait.

The Portrait was the only portrait of his betrothed that was ever sent, and Derek was grateful for King Jonathon’s foresight. The first was upsetting enough on its own, as was realization that Derek was going to be joined in holy matrimony to its subject, and he didn’t need the customary annual portraits to remind him of his fate. He tried to be less shallow about it, look for the inner beauty and the whip-smart mind his mother always praised after her visits to the north, but there was no getting around it. 

His fiancé was terrifying.

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Royalty/Arranged Marriage AU ((Open))

To say Cas was angry would be a vast understatement. The young noble was seething to his very core. His father had just told him that he was to be married off to some pompous, rich royal and he had no say in it. He was just supposed to smile and say, “Oh, yes, Father. It would be my honor.” To hell with that!

Cas always had been a bit too much of a firecracker, as his Dad called him. He had a short temper and a free spirit, barely confining himself to the norms of his class. He frequently snuck out, dirtied his clothes, and even went to the local tavern to drink. All were big taboos when it came to the fanciful life of privilege he was both blessed and cursed to have.

The spry youth sighed and sat back in his carriage, staring out the window at the passing fields. His whole life had been packed into a few suitcases and attached to the back of the carriage. His father hadn’t even seen him off before he went to be married to a total stranger. Days passed with Cas sleeping and being brought food, hardly ever getting out for a walk even when the driver said he could. They were close now, each trot of the horses and turn of the wheel bringing him closer to his newly betrothed.

TMR Royalty AU (?)

“Without wiping my overflowing tears, I face the blade of your sword…<–なにこれwwwwwwwww

Prince!Thomas with his knights, Minho and Newt…Is someone after Thomas?!?! Maybe you’ll find out next time, teehee. 

To be continued, probably ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)


“…Oh, it’s just a kitty.”

“That’s one deep purr, though……….. He’s mine.”

And that’s how Pantherlily became the Royal cat.


While Levy is one of the best and smartest fighters in the kingdom, Prince Gajeel couldn’t accept that a girl smaller than him was assigned to protect him. ~


The Stars In Your Eyes Light Up The Sky

Once again, Harry’s life was on a fast track into seriously uncharted territory. He had known from the moment he’d woken up on that horrible morning that he would have no choice other than to come out. Publicly.

Harry Styles, the first publicly gay Prince of England in British History.

That would be his luck.

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The dates were set for the royal tournament. Every knight from around the country was going to attend. One of them very important to the future of said kingdom. 

The royal princess took her place at the king’s side, her father’s side. Waiting to see her betrothed. 

One would have thought being betrothed would have been a joyous occasion, but that was not to be. She had met someone else, a commoner, that had stolen her heart.

dilfwolf asked:

please tell me that you have modern royalty/medieval royalty/any kind of royalty au recs.

Historical Royalty

  • Waiting Games by Jerakeen (E, 6k) Being an only child and heir to the throne, Stiles had always known he may not have the luxury of marrying for love. When he’d realized he was an omega to boot, things had taken an even more uncomfortable turn for him. Omegas are rare. An omega as the heir apparent is almost unheard of. Which is why there is no wiggle room when it comes to the tournament.
  • Phoenix by Unloyal_Ohio (E, 9k) Stiles is a prince with a secret lost in war.
  • Never Did Run Smooth by blacktofade, siredtosourwolf (E, 34k) Medieval Chasing Liberty AU: As the only son of King Stilinski, Stiles doesn’t have a lot of freedom, but he doesn’t let that stop him from traveling for days to the biggest festival of the season with a begrudging stranger, Derek.
  • Safe Harbor by helenish [part one][part two][part three][part four] [part five] [part six] [part seven][part eight] He thought—well. Stiles was kind. Polite. Insisted on a generous settlement for Derek in the prenuptial negotiations, stipulated that Derek and his descendants would retain control over the plot of land where the—the house had been. Derek had believed there was an understanding between them. After what it felt like to have his hand clasped in Stiles’ long-fingered grasp, the gentle brush of lips against his jaw, Derek had almost allowed forgotten himself, had hoped for Stiles to become forward enough to steal a real kiss in their few unchaperoned moments. He didn’t.
  • A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse (E, 116k) ”I’m sorry, I believe there’s something wrong with my hearing,” Stiles said. “Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me.” Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn’t misheard a damn thing. After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war. Months later, there’s an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won’t last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott’s brother. In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.
  • Burning Glances (Turning Heads) by Yiichi (Not Rated, 28k) Stiles is a lower-class tailor, who has always dreamed of attending the fabled, annual Hale ball. His good friend, Lord McCall, somehow managed to procure an extra invite. Stiles doesn’t expect anything of the evening. He certainly doesn’t expect to capture the gaze of a dark, mysterious stranger wearing a wolf mask.
  • I Am Your Liege by relenafanel (M, 2k)  “I will not kneel to a false king,” Stiles bellowed. “I kneel to no man or woman so long as there is breath in my lungs and ground beneath my feet. My father brought prosperity to this land, and I shall reclaim my birthright and drive out the usurper with you, my loyal knights by my side. For freedom and country!” He reined in his horse, leading it with a sharp nudge until he slid in beside his most loyal knights: McCall, Argent, and Hale. “For you,” Sir Derek said in a low voice. “For the kingdom,” Stiles agreed.
  • Like Heaven Catching Lightning by weathervaanes (E, 43k)  Prince Stiles of Cor has always known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was never truly going to marry for love. Fighting it has only made it worse. Now, presented with a choice between two children of the Hale family of Ignis, Derek and Cora, he must make the decision to determine who will rule by his side. If only it were that simple. “Tell me,” he says, taking a drink. “If your sister does accept me as her husband, would you be pleased for her fortune or yours?” Derek sets down the pitcher and moves further into the room, removing his vest and setting it over a chair. “I don’t believe that’s a fair question. If she finds happiness in your kingdom, by your side, of course I’ll be pleased for her.” “And relieved, I imagine.” Derek turns, arms crossed over his chest. “Would you be?”
  • The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna (E, 30k) King Derek takes a consort.
  • and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars (E, 5k) Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he’s a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).
  • With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another. 
  • Hoards of Gold and Treasure by RiniRhyme (T, 8k) Slaying dragons, saving princesses—these are things that all princes are wont to do and Prince Derek is no exception. Excepting for the fact that Stiles isn’t a princess and the dragon isn’t as vicious as it seems.
  • Untitled by stilinskisparkles (Not Rated, 11k) “Glad to be of assistance,” Derek says snarkily, and the man laughs. It’s more mesmerizing to see in person than it was to hear from afar. Derek swallows, tilts his head to one side, “Do I—I feel as though I know you.” The man startles and blinks rapidly at Derek, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, “It’s so funny, I was thinking the same…” he trails off, and then moves into Derek’s space with his hand outstretched, “We’ve never met, but I’m Stiles.” (Sleeping Beauty AU). 
  • untitled by matildajones (Not Rated, 3k) Derek shakes his head. “Sorry to disturb you, your highness.” Stiles catches his arm before he can step away. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”  “Goodnight, your highness,” Derek repeats. His room is at the opposite end of the castle and it takes everything not to follow him.
  • To the Edge of Night by secondstar (E, 40k) With the threat of war looming over his country, Stiles vows to help his king. As the King’s Thief, he will do anything, steal anything that his king asks of him no matter the cost. Stiles never backs down from a challenge, even if that challenge is stealing peace.
  • The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord by Stoney (E, 12k)  The Hales are alive and a royal family in Scotland; Stiles is the waif sent to work in the kitchens, elevated to personal attendant/servant to the young Lord Hale. Who happens to be a wolf who can’t shift back. 
  • The King And The Spare by eeyore9990, qafmaniac (M, 12k) The young, newly-crowned King of Bohemia is in search of a spouse. Both Derek Hale and his sister Cora had the appallingly bad taste to be born so far down the hierarchy of royalty in their home land of Moravia as to be unnecessary to their own royal lineage but still too high born to be anything other than the consort to the royal house of another country.

Modern Royalty

  • Once Upon A December by M_Leigh (G, 17k) Scott would not have thought, years ago in the orphanage, that being befriended by Stiles would ultimately mean sneaking into the Archduke of Russia’s residence in Paris in order for Stiles to chase after the homeless man of his dreams, but he’s gotten very good, over the years, at rolling with the punches.
  • Untitled by thepsychicclam (Not Rated, 3k) “Getting fingerprints on my car?” a familiar voice asks. Stiles smiles and lifts his eyes to find Derek walking towards him from the work room in the back. He’s shirtless, covered in dirt and grease, and wiping his hands on a soiled rag as he approaches Stiles. “I think you mean my car,” Stiles counters. “I practically put it together.” Derek scoffs. “I think you’re mistaken, your highness. I put the car together while you asked a thousand questions, handed me tools from your perch on my workbench, and ogled my ass.”
  • the prince and me by matildajones (T, 3k) Stiles moves to America for college. He comes from a country no one has heard of that still has the outdated concept of kings and queens and princes and princesses. He sort of hates it, hates the rules he can never break, hates the pressure of being in the public eye. He needs a taste of freedom – of a simple life where things like royalty doesn’t matter so much. Hopefully college will be the answer.
  • I already miss you by trilliastra (T, 1k) Stiles is going to be the king of his own kingdom and will probably have to marry some nice lady while Derek will just die alone in a farm house full of cats. It’s what Cora says, anyway.

hannibal/will au ideas → modern royalty

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Royalty AU || pip-with-a-sip-of-tea

Kenny only had a vague idea of what was happening to him. He knew, however, that he had been quite roughly shoved into the back of a carriage with a very brief explanation.

The kingdom he lived in and the neighbouring one had been in a feud for about a year now, and his King had been fed up with the mutual, and frankly, fruitless attacks. He was now trying to stop the war by sending peace offerings. Kenneth McCormick was one of many. But he was, so far, the only human gift to be sent.

He had no idea why he was picked. He was practically a beggar. He was dirty and ragged, he had been barely scraping by on the streets. His whole family had died in a horse incident many years ago, and he didn’t have many talents. He was a fast sprinter, a great cleaner, and he could play the flute. But that was all e had going for him. In fact, his negatives probably outweighed the positive. For instance, he only had one eye. An eyepatch covered his right one. About 2 years ago a bird had attacked him for the sack of grain he was carrying, and well, the bird ended up on his poor family’s dinner table that night, but not before the fiend had managed to claim one of his cerulean orbs.

He supposed he should have been more scared, being an offering to a new King, a simple object. But even as his wrists and feet were bound, he was more nervous than terrified. It was exciting, really. This was an opportunity for him. He would live in a palace! Even if he would be considered the lowest there and get inferior sleeping arrangements, surely it would not be as bad as living on the streets.

Eventually the horses stopped and the two guards he had thrown him in were back. They grabbed him under the arms and dragged him out. Kenny said nothing to them, and they said nothing to him. The blond’s jaw dropped as he saw the exterior of the manor. It had to be at least 20 stories high, and miles wide. It was a gleaming white and there were beautiful hedges and fountains surrounding it. It looked like Kenny could only describe as the gates to heaven. He suddenly felt a bit more scared. Looking down at his brown rags, he surely did not look like he belonged there. But he didn’t have a choice. The guards dragged him to the front gate, where they showed the castle guards a notice with his own King’s seal, and they were let through. The inside of the castle was just as marvellous as the outside. Red carpet on marble flooring, high ceilings with glass chandeliers, and beautifully painted portraits of noble men and women along the sparkling walls. Kenny had never seen anything like it.

He was taken straight to the throne room, where Kenny saw him for the very first time. His new King.

The Ice Prince (Closed rp)

Prince Desna Rivers sighed as he sat on his throne, staring at his nails. His parents had arranged a marriage for him against his wishes. Apparently, it was some rich factory owner’s daughter. Not like he cared, though. He’d find some reason to get rid of her, just like all the rest. He’d planted his own jewelry on the last one and claimed she’d stolen it. Still one of his best, too.

“….and I think you’ll really like this one.”

Desna snapped back to reality, midway through his mother’s sentence.

“Whatever,” he said. “This one had just better not steal my stuff.”

“Mr. Sato promises his daughter is an honest woman,” his father said.

The guards opened the door, signalling that someone had arrived.


dragonette-baggenette asked:

I need more historical/royalty au's like air. Update?

tags: medieval - modern - royalty - all 

That Unfortunate Situation by 74days (12/12 | 58,294 | R)

Derek Hale, 3rd Duke of that name has an unfortunate run in with the young Baron of Stiles - accusing the young man of being a fortune hunter. Regency Romance meets Sterek.

A Moon Among Inferior Stars by Nanoochka (1/1 | 8,289 | R)

Stail, son of Chieftain Cunoval of the Brigantes Tribe, might be the property of the Roman centurion Decimus Helvidius Lupus in deed, but he will never own Stail’s spirit. Unless, of course, it is a gift freely given. Eagle of the Ninth AU.

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (1/1 | 5,920 | R)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

Burning Glances (Turning Heads) by Yiichi (4/4 | 28,471 | PG13)

Stiles is a lower-class tailor, who has always dreamed of attending the fabled, annual Hale ball. His good friend, Lord McCall, somehow managed to procure an extra invite.
Stiles doesn’t expect anything of the evening. He certainly doesn’t expect to capture the gaze of a dark, mysterious stranger wearing a wolf mask.

The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord by Stoney (1/1 | 11758 | NC17)

The Hales are alive and a royal family in Scotland; Stiles is the waif sent to work in the kitchens, elevated to personal attendant/servant to the young Lord Hale. Who happens to be a wolf who can’t shift back.

Haru’s logic: if you ignore him, maybe his dorkiness will go away.

I don’t seem to be able to control myself and I’ve been thinking about this AU way too much. Someone help me.