royal submission

Imagine you’re an Asgardian woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him. 

Then one day at a gathering while your husband is visibly in ass mode again, you notice Loki ogling you from a point in the room where no one else can see him. He moves his glance elsewhere while sauntering in your direction and you feel your heart quickening as he approaches. He smiles upon reaching you and you feel yourself softly beginning to quiver from his close proximity. “How are you this evening Corina?”

 “Good and you prince Loki?” You manage to mutter. As he continues talking, he sneakily places a small note into your dress pocket, smiling even wider when your breath slightly hitches from his touch. 

“Very well thank you. I do hope you enjoy the rest of this evening’s festivities.” Then he nods and begins walking away. You slowly make your way to the exit and once reaching the corridor, pick up your pace towards the ladies room. Inside the privacy of a stall, your eyes widen as you read the note and a rush of heat floods your cheeks and core at its words….. 

“You are an exquisite beauty, Corina. He’s a fool to ignore you. Meet me at this location in fifteen minutes and we can ‘talk’. I assure you he’ll be well distracted and won’t notice you missing.” 

“Oh my.”

Death in the family

During our campaign, the prince of the kingdom was planning to meet our female barbarian player at night, by the fountain, to exchange information to continue the campaign.

Prince: Now, before I spill on the location of the royal tomb, I need to know if I can trust you intimately.

DM: The prince advances on (barbarian’s name) and corners her between the flowing fountain and his commanding presence, making a move for a kiss.

Barbarian: I slap the prince for disrespecting my honor!

The barbarian rolls for accuracy against evasion and passes, then rolls for a barbarian multiplier (house rules) and lands a nat 20

DM: You wind up, ready for the slap, but some otherworldly force seems to guide your hand. The hands of a million barbarian warlords seemed to be lending you strength as you slap the prince’s head clean off, sending it careening into the stone walkway with a meaty thud. The prince’s body slumps into the fountain and the water turns a deep crimson. Whatever the prince knew is lost to all who do not see past the veil.

(The story only continued because our thief tailed the prince’s casket as it was taken to the royal family tomb)

Imagine having your memories and magic sealed by your nemesis after losing a major battle, who then transported you to a rural village in Asgard. Coincidentally, the royal family were taking a tour of the area to get an idea of the living situation there, which is when Loki found you lying in a grass field near the village, unconscious.

He then brought you back to the village, where you were taken in by the village head to heal your wounds. After the royal family went back to the castle, he frequently comes to visit you on his own when you were still unconscious and in the middle of recuperating without anyone’s knowledge. More often than not, he would make you his outlet for venting his frustrations and even a little about his innermost thoughts, thinking that an unconscious person would be unable to hear or remember what he said and therefore unable to rat him out in any way or form.

Around a month or so, you wake up, not remembering anything about yourself except for the one-sided conversations Loki had with you. When Loki made his routinely visit, he was shocked to see you up and even more bewildered by the familiar way you treat him. Loki, wary that you would tell others of what he told you, brought you back to the castle to interrogate you.

Though wary at first, Loki would slowly warm up to you and even made you an accomplice in most of his mischief around the castle. Not knowing about how you’ll react to his growing affections for you, he kept them hidden while playing the role of your best friend. Knowing that you had also lost your memories, he actively tries help you regain your memories while you took more of a devil-may-care attitude toward the matter of regaining your memories, afraid of what they held. After finding out about this, he assures you that he would stay by your side no matter what and accidentally slips about his affections for you.

Title: Winter Wonder 

Author: MiraclesInApril 

Status: Completed 

Rating: M 

Length: Two Shots Genre: Royal!au, arranged marriage, romance, smut 

Summary: “Baby,” Chanyeol said lowly, taking Baekhyun’s face in his hand. He made sure Baekhyun looked him in the eye, seeing his wild expression before darting out his tongue and licking Baekhyun’s lips, small but thorough licks, over his lips again and again before moving on to his jaw, licking the curved length. It was wet, it was dirty and lewd but undeniably titillating. He trailed the soft wet muscle up to Baekhyun’s ear to whisper “You make me feel like an animal.“


Trouble Next To Wedlock AU

Characters A and B have a hookup (to put it delicately). Later on, they find out that Character B is a prince/princess in disguise. Character A winds up becoming (whoopsie) pregnant, and Character B is announced to be engaged to another prince/princess.
Long story short, they have to deal with a baby and their still-active romance.

Read My Mind (Trixya) Chapter 3 - Candy For Children

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for all your kind words about the past two chapters! They have really made my day! I had a little trouble with this chapter, so it’s a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, and a little filler-y. Things should pick up a little more next chapter, and a lot more in chapter 5. Thanks again for reading!

Summary: Trixie is a clairvoyant witch, sent to study at Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls where she meets another young witch named Katya, and sparks fly (no pun intended)

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