heirs au

Wyverns, witches and rock ‘n’ roll!

Okay but just imagine an AU where Celaena didn’t go to Wendlyn and instead met Aedion in HoF while in Adarlan. Like she’d just be walking in the halls with Dorian or someone and she hears someone call Aedion’s name and she starts like inwardly freaking out and sweating and stuff so she just looks around and bumps into him. She whispers his name with tears in her eyes and he’s confused as to who she is but he stares at her and into her eyes when he realises. Dorian’s like “Aedion, you know Celaena? She’s my father’s champion” and then he stutters a bunch and says she’s an old friend while trying to keep his composure.

I just realise how much I need this in my life oml

“You know Sasuke… our roles.. could have been reversed.”

Elfcup and Dwarfstrid  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ 

Illusion of Choice (M)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Summary: You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

Word Count: 7.3k+

Genre: Heir!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Smut and mentions (but not depictions) of death

A/N: Honestly one of the thoughts going through my head while writing this was “What’s the best way to make the readers suffer?” I’m not even sure if I’m kidding.

You always wondered why your parents let you have boy best friends. After all, being from such an affluent family, as well as being the oldest child, you will be expected to marry someone for the good of the company. Letting you be around boys would just risk you falling for someone that you can’t have.

These are the thoughts running through your mind as your parents call you up to their study on the eve of your 18th birthday, and you know that the day has come. They would finally tell you who you were betrothed to. You stand in front of your father’s big wooden desk, listening to their spiel about your duties as the heir to their company, only listening for one thing: a name. However, what leaves your father’s lips is not what you expected. The words “Jeon Jungmin.”

Jeon Jungmin, whom you had grown up with, along with his brother Jungkook. You had always been closer to Jungkook, having been closer to him in age, but Jungmin would always show you his drawings and sneak you an extra cookie at the dinner table.

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December 24th

I’ll Be Home

Summary | Dec 13th | Dec 14th | Dec 15th | Dec 16th | Dec 17th | Dec 18th | Dec 19th | Dec 20th | Dec 21st | Dec 22nd | Dec 23rd | Dec 24th


Present Day:

Aelin didn’t know why she was crying. She didn’t even know she was crying, or when she started. It was only when a single tear fell down, landing on the picture of the day her and Rowan got engaged, that she realized she was, indeed, crying.

However, despite the tears, Aelin was smiling. It was a small smile, pulled up in just one corner, but it was a smile.

She always smiled when she looked at that picture.

Her heart clenched as she wiped her tears. When she looked at the photo, it brought back the memory of that day. It was one of the happiest days of her life. And it also made her realize just how much she was missing Rowan right now, on this Christmas Eve night.

Aelin looked at the clock on top of the fireplace. Rowan should be home by now. There was no pushing the thought out of her mind or thinking about anything else. Rowan should be home.

Aelin closed the photo album and placed it back under the coffee table. A sigh left her lips as she leaned back against the couch.

She should put on Evalin’s gifts. It was getting late and Aelin didn’t want Evalin to wake up to no presents under the tree. She already had to wake up to no father-

The sound of paws on the hardwood floor stopped Aelin’s train of thought. Fleetfoot rounded the corner and walked into the living room. She jumped up onto the couch next to Aelin, resting her head on Aelin’s leg.

“I know girl,” Aelin smoothed Fleetfoot’s head. “I wish he was home too.”

Fleetfoot let out a whining sound, as if agreeing.

“He’ll be home soon,” Aelin continued, trying to convince herself more then anything. “He will be. He has-” She trailed off. Her hand stopped on Fleetfloot’s head briefly before continuing. “We should get Evalin’s gifts out. Rowan can fix them when he comes home.”

Aelin looked down at Fleetfoot as she let out anything whine. With one last look at the clock - and before a new set of tears could start - Aelin stood up.

“Come on, girl.”

Maybe putting out Evalin’s gifts would keep her mind busy until Rowan got home, Aelin thought as Fleetfoot jumped off the couch. She started to make her way towards the hallway, when the sound of a key in a lock stopped her.

Both Aelin and Fleefoot froze. Slowly, almost as if she was afraid of scaring away a bird, Aelin turned towards the door. Everything moved in slow motion. The locked turned and then the doorknob, before the door was pushed opened, a dark figure stepping in.

Rowan stepping in.

Aelin didn’t breathe. She watched as he took off his coat, hanging it on one of the bar stools by the island. Like he did every day when he came home.

Then, he turned around, spotting Aelin standing there. She took in his pine-green eyes, his wind blown hair, his rosy cheeks from the cold. God, she missed him.

“Aelin,” He breathed out her name.

That was all it took for her to take off. Aelin ran to him, locking her arms around she neck as he caught her, pulling her as close as possible.

The tears started again, and Aelin cursed herself in her head. But she couldn’t help it.

“Rowan.” She breathed in his scent before stepping back not an inch.

Without another word form either of them, Aelin pulled his lips to hers. She poured every bit of love she had in her heart into the kiss. If they didn’t need to pull back for air, Aelin could have kissed him all night long.

“You’re home.” She panted once they broke the kiss.

“Of course.” Rowan pulled her close once again, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I couldn’t miss Christmas with my girls.”

“You,” Aelin pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Are never allowed to leave around Christmas ever again.”

A smile pulled on Rowan’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Despite the tears and the way her heart was pounding, Aelin smirked.

“Good. Cause you seem to be better on gift placement under trees then me.”

Rowan let out a deep chuckled, before pulling Aelin into his chest once more. Almost as if he also couldn’t believe he made it home.

“You should go wake Evalin,” Aelin whispered into his chest. “She misses her daddy.”

“And I miss her. And you.”

Wrapping his arm around Aelin’s shoulder, Rowan started to lead them into the hallway, towards Evalin’s room.

“And then, you can put out the gifts while I sit back and have a giant glass of wine.”

Rowan looked at Aelin, a smirk on his lips. “Just like every other year.”

“You know what,” Aelin rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I missed you.”

“Because you love me.” Rowan turned to Aelin as they stopped in front of Evalin’s bedroom door.

“And you love me.” Aelin smiled before Rowan bent down, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“That I do,” he mumbled before pulling back. “Let’s wake Evalin for a few minutes. I want to hold both my girls.”

As they walked in and woke up Evalin, Aelin couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She watched with so much love as Evalin rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before they landed on Rowan and she threw herself in her daddy’s arms. Rowan held her closer before cuddling in bed next to her. He pulled Aelin in so the three of them set on the top of Evlain’s bed. Then, Rowan picked up Evalin’s Christmas book and started reading, funny voices and all.

Just as it was their first Christmas together, and in all those photos in the photo album, Aelin’s heart was full with so much love. And she was forever grateful. Because Rowan was home for Christmas.

Not halfway through the book, Evalin was sound asleep once more. Rowan put down the book, but didn’t move. He simply looked over Evalin’s head, his eyes holding as much love as they met Aelin’s.

“Merry Christmas, Fireheart.” He whispered, and Aelin gave him a smile.

“Merry Christmas, Buzzard.”


Thank you all so much for joining me on this fun ride these past 12 days. I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did. Happy Holidays to everyone!

Rowaelin AU

Aelin was walking her dog, Fleetfoot, when she got distracted by the handsome white haired man jogging past her. But sadly, not having payed attention to her dog, Fleetfoot took Aelin’s stare as if she knew him. A minute later the dog had tackled the man to the ground and was licking his face. While laughing her ass off she picks her puppy up and apologizes to the handsome man she just learned the name of. “Rowan Whitethorn.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Would you happen to have any AUs for two siblings that never got along as kids/that suffered a major breakup in their relationship when they were young, but after X happens (or something), they reconcile their relationship as adults and end up being pretty close? (...In a sort-of fantasy/medieval setting, maybebutnotrequired?) Thank you so much! :D

  • Character A was born with magical abilities, and their sibling Character B wasn’t. In a very Lily and Petunia Evans manner, Character B estranges their sibling and refuses to consort with them on the grounds that they’re a freak of nature. However in adulthood, Character B is forced to swallow their pride when their child develops similar abilities, and Character A is the only person they know of that can help their child get a hold on their magic.
  • Characters A and B never got along growing up. It wasn’t that they were polar opposites, quite the contrary. It was like they were carbon copies of each other. They were always competing for the same goals. Eventually, after A lost out on a major opportunity to B, they parted ways. However, Character A found their own way up the ladder. Many years later, the two find each other partnered together on the same project, as their superior seems to think they’re similarities make them a good team. Now both their success depends on them working together. Turns out, when they work with instead of against each other, they make an incredible team.
  • Character A and Character B could never stand each other, but they both adored their other sibling, Character C. A and B eventually have such a big falling out that they don’t speak for years. That is, until something happens to Character C and they both have to work together to help them.
  • Characters A and B are twins, and heirs to a kingdom. They’re both constantly competing for which of them will run the kingdom when their guardian passes on that responsibility. When their guardian unexpectedly passes away and Character A is named ruler, Character B runs away in exile. Over the years, Character A learns that running the kingdom is actually really hard, and Character B was always the only one responsible enough for the task. They decide to search the ends of the earth for their sibling, for the good of their people.

i was already drawing these when i got this message so here u go anon :3

chara is still very distrustful of any humans who fall into the underground, but lil frisk manages to worm their way into their heart <3

meanwhile asriel is like omg a human chara actually likes?? gotta keep this one

“But, after all this time, I think I’m getting better.”

a moment between frisk and chara in the dreemurr heirs au. chara didnt have the best life on the surface and old wounds still hurt, but theyre not alone.

i havent sketched anything with my tablet in a long time… i ran out of ink in my usual drawing pen :’)

The Kitchens

The one where Sirius and Remus belong to different worlds, and it’s harder to find each other than expected.

Part i

Sirius was not usually one to loose his cool. He was always - usually - very, very cool. He could throw up a smile in a heartbeat and be making small talk in a second. He could be cornered one moment and be walking away and whistling the next. Cool. Calm. Collected.

He was not, however, usually one to run. Instead he could - usually - talk his way out, charm his way out. Hell, if it came down to it, fuck his way out of a potentially sticky situation. As the young heir to the Black household, it was in his job description.

And yet, despite all this, he found his feet sliding across wet pavement, hair sticking to his forehead in the pouring rain, arms flailing slightly to keep his balance. He could still hear the yells of his cousin and her… friends behind him. She was shrieking something - as usual - while the others egged her on.

Sirius wasn’t one to run, but it had been seven against one - he wasn’t stupid either.

Everything seemed blurred in the rain, like the object was moving at normal speed but its colors, its essence, was just a few seconds behind, dragging along like a comet’s tail. Sirius tried to shield his eyes but it was almost no use.

C’mon Siri-Wiri.” Bella’s voice seemed much closer now. He heard her hissing laughter, “Can’t run from us. We just want to play.”

Sirius stopped dead, nearly tripping over the side of the curb and into oncoming traffic. He flinched at a loud beep that sounded from the car to his right. He looked up, slightly frantic, and could just make out the driver. Sirius had the strangest thought that he looked just like his car. His features were blurred out by the rain, but his sweater was the same musty brown color. It probably had holes to match the paint chips. He was pissed, waving his hands in an angry way that clearly said back the fuck up.

“Siiirius.” Bella sing-songed from behind him - closer now. Too close.

He looked behind him then back at the car, hair whipping and sticking to his cheeks. He looked back again, and could just see their outlines, fuzzy with the weather. His heart lurched.

“Fuck it.”

He scrambled, fingers hooking over the rusty metal of the door handle and pulled, sliding into a cracked, warm leather seat and shutting the rain out behind him.

“I- Excuse you.” Came a voice from his left.

Sirius kept his nose pressed to the window. He could see them now.

“Mate, I don’t know what the fuck you think-“

“Just drive!” Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, sinking low and pressing himself into the seat.


Sirius groaned, “I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you anything you want but please, just drive.”

There were a few honks from behind them, most likely the light had turned green, and Sirius felt the engine stutter. The driver cursed as he shoved the car into gear, and he felt them lurch forward.

Sirius stayed low in his seat, breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth, trying to calm his heart. There was something strangely comforting about the way the car smelled. Like old leather, wet wool, and cinnamon- real cinnamon, not freshener kind.

After they were probably a good five minutes away, Sirius heard a throat clear, “I- um. You can probably open your eyes now. We’ve gone.”

Only then did Sirius let his eyes drift open. His first thought was that the car looked just as it smelled, light and dark browns, old. He noticed one of the headlights was out.

He let out a huff of air, sitting up slowly and glancing to his left, “Right. Sor-“

And, sure, the car was nice in it’s own way, but the driver. Good lord, maybe Sirius would have to thank Bellatrix next time he saw her.

Because the boy next to him was… warm. Really, everything about him. His Teddy Bear brown sweater, his amber eyes that kept flitting to and from him nervously, his sandy hair that fluffed up slightly in the heat blowing from the dash board. He was everything Sirius was not. And Sirius didn’t see much of people who weren’t like him.

“Sorry…” he finished quietly, “My cousins, they’re-“

“You don’t have to explain.” The boy glanced at Sirius, offering a soft smile, then kept his eyes to the road, “I know who you are. I recognize your sweater.”

Sirius glanced down to his soaked attire and sighed. Sure enough, there was the beloved Black Family crest.

“You’re from the Black Family. Always in the papers.”

Sirius hesitated. He almost wanted to say no. He wanted to say that he had gotten it off Ebay and simply liked the color. But, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to this boy.

“Yes.” He reached out, fiddling with an air vent, “Unfortunately.”

Amber-eyes took a turn, his sweater riding up to reveal lovely, slim wrists and long fingers that slid effortlessly over the leather steering wheel. They were slightly pink, like they had been cold for a long time and were only now beginning to warm up. Sirius cleared his throat uncomfortably at the sudden urge in his chest to take one of those hands in his.

“I- Just, by the way, I don’t usually wear this.”

The boy arched an eyebrow, “Sorry?”

Sirius flipped the vent down then back open again, “I mean this crest. I was coming from a dinner party. I snuck off to that bar and- I don’t usually just.. y’know, go around town like… y’know.”

“Which one?”

Sirius blinked at his profile, “What?”

The boy smiled a little, “Son? Nephew? Step-dad?”

Sirius spluttered, “I do not look like a step-dad.”

The boy laughed, “I’m just trying to guess here. You lot marry pretty young, for all I know you could be…”

Sirius laughed at this. It was nice being around someone who didn’t act as though the Black Family ways weren’t utterly ridiculous, “Son. I’m a son.” Then he added hastily, “Sirius.”

The car gave another little lurch as the boy shifted gears, “Remus.”

“Remus.” Sirius repeated softly, then realizing he’d said it aloud, cleared his throat, “Well, thanks. Not many people would hit the petal when a stranger just got into their car and screamed at them.”

“Not to mention nearly made me hit them.” Remus shot him a pointed look.

Sirius laughed, “Right. Right, well, that too.”

They lapsed into silence for a few miles until Sirius realized that they were on the winding road up to the back entrance of the Black Manor. It’s official title was castle, but Sirius always felt a bit ridiculous saying that. It wasn’t as if they were kings and queens… although it certainly felt that way sometimes.

“Oh. You know where I live.”

“Well, it is where I live, too so… that would make sense.”

Remus laughed at Sirius’ expression, the tires crunching over the gravel of the servant’s parking lot as he pulled the car into park, killing the engine. He turned to face him, and Sirius got a full view of his face for the first time. And oh. Freckles. “I work in the kitchens.”

“I…” Sirius suddenly felt horribly embarrassed. His posh accent felt all too proper and his sweater felt too stiff and he just wanted to stay in the warm, beat up car with this warm boy for the rest of his life, “I. Um.”

Remus shook his head, his hair flopping softly over his forehead, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t expect you to know me. We’re not suppose to be seen, after all.”

Sirius was at a loss for words at exactly how Remus was still giving him that soft smile.

“Remus- I-“ He shook his head, “My mother is horrible to you lot.”

Remus looked taken aback this time, “Oh. Well- I-“ He licked his lips, “Yes.” He finally settled upon, “Yeah, a bit.”

Then Remus smiled again, “S’not your fault though, is it?”

Sirius shook his head, but guilt pooled in his stomach.

The rain had gotten considerably lighter as they trudged their way up towards the castle. Sirius couldn’t help noticing how even Remus’ coat - if you could even call it that - seemed to be about to fall apart. Sirius suddenly thought shamefully about his own thick, spotless, wool one, abandoned at the bar.

“S’weird, isn’t it? That I’ve never met you. I mean, you look about my age.”

Remus just nodded, humming in agreement a little.

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “What’re you doing working in a kitchen? What about University?”

Remus sent him a fleeting, slightly sad smile, “Not all of us are born into castles, Sirius.”

Sirius was vaguely aware of just how nice his name - a name he’d never been too fond of - sounded while coming out of Remus’ mouth.

“Oh. Right. No, I mean- I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine.” Remus said simply.

They watched their feet as they walked, Sirius feeling more embarrassed by the second, until Remus suddenly stopped at a door Sirius hadn’t seen before.

“This is me.”

“Oh.” Sirius straightened up. He had a sudden vision of himself dropping Remus off at this very door, as if after a date. He shook it out of his head, “Right. Well, thanks again.”

And then he jumped, suddenly remembered his earlier promise and shoved his hands into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, “Here-“

Jesus, no. No.”

Sirius looked up from leaving through the bills and felt his stomach drop. Because Remus wasn’t looking at him. He was looking to the side, lip between his teeth. He looked ashamed, “I don’t want your money, Sirius. It’s just a favor. Those do exist without cash being exchanged.”

Sirius swallowed hard, “Sorry. I know that. Sorry.”

Remus just heaved a sigh and nodded, like he was shaking it off. He rocked back on his heels and turned to Sirius once more, “Do they often chase you like that?”

“No. Well, yes.” Sirius shrugged, trying to discretely put his wallet away, “They don’t usually mean any real harm but… but still. I don’t-“ He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck, “I don’t particularly like what they have to say most of the time but I- well I’m the heir.” He swallowed, “And some of them don’t like that.”

Remus nodded and turned to open his door, “Well, goodnight, Sirius.”

“Yeah… I- Maybe we can do something. Hang out. Go somewhere. Hang out.” Sirius winced at the same time Remus did and they both laughed - Sirius was so relieved to see Remus laugh with him.

good, so you haven’t royally fucked this up yet.

“I’m not usually this..” Awkward. Sirius was truly in awe of the how tongue-tied Remus made him. He was just so collected. Usually.

Remus shook his head, “You know that isn’t allowed.”

Yes, Sirius knew. He shook his mother’s enraged face from his thoughts. He knew it wasn’t allowed. He just wasn’t sure he cared.

Remus sent him another slightly sad smile, “I’m in charge of the eggs tomorrow. For breakfast. You can think of me then.”

Sirius let out a little relieved laugh. So, it wasn’t completely over. “Right. Eggs. Got it…”

Remus’ face was half visible through his closing door, “Goodnight.”

And Sirius stood there for another few moments, suddenly wishing he had savored that last smile a little more.


(alright - this is basically the one shot I wrote but I made a few changes. Any way, chapter 1!!!)


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Heirs Au: Young Do in the Library

Rachel had always been good for one thing, she was utterly predictable when her buttons were pushed just right. So when she’d lost their bet, her part of the agreement was to stand watch while Young Do snuck into the restricted section. Now with Rachel on guard, he’d have enough time to find the book. And this time would be different. This time he’d find the spell to finally defeat his father.

jimin; mine back then, yours until now

❝jimin had asked you to be his when he was ten. he repeats the same question when he’s twenty. 
*late christmas present for @nerdjimin ((love you boo, now suffer))
►+/- 4329 words // scenario, heir!jimin 
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