Monday, Monday

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Good afternoon everyone! My name is elfgirljen and I will be your lovely host this week.
Todays theme is Royalty.

Just a few things

Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.

Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples: Supernatural, any demon, That's the King of Hell? He's just a kid!
Game of Thrones, any, the throne should be made of dead bodies, not swords
NCIS, Ducky, That's Sir Mallard to you

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[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any demon, That's the King of Hell? He's just a kid!

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, any, the throne should be made of dead bodies, not swords

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Ducky, That's Sir Mallard to you

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

The Tudors, Anne Boleyn, It's good to be the Queen

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

She doesn't care to keep Katherine's furnishings in the Queen's apartments, for all that they served the Dowager well for so many years. They are too dark, too dour and looming, or simply too Spanish. They have looked on as Katherine reigned, and Anne does not care for the reminder.

This is a new age for England, with a Boleyn girl triumphant on the throne and the seed of a dynasty in her womb. Change is all about them, from church to fashions; even if the Continent drags their feet, soon they will join this new era and thank the great King Henry for spearheading their progress.

And Henry will thank her for the counsel she once whispered in his ear.

Anne would rather have proof of that from the moment her eyes open.

Away with the old! There must be new furniture. New hangings. New candelabra and new books. New music and poems. New silk for her bedding and fresh down in her pillows.

The world is new and gay, and Anne Boleyn, beloved wife of the bravest prince, aware that he challenged Rome itself in order to to keep her, plans to delight in it.

Tongues start wagging at once, of course. She might be their queen, and they will bend their knee in her presence, but their tongues drip poison when her back has turned. They complain about her expenses; her silly whims, they call it.

When Anne finds out and rages at the injustice, Henry murmurs that all will be well, that he'll take care of it, and bids her to calmness. His voice is sincere, and he gazes with fondness at her, draws his hand lovingly upon her growing belly. He loves her, he swears, and his love will ever be her shield and her sword.

A few weeks later the whispers have turned to the lavish gifts Queen Anne has been presented with, most of them bought at the expense of those who dared raise their voice against her.

It's dangerous to cross the queen, they say now.

Anne hears that and sinks giddily into the cushions of her new chair. All is well, and soon - oh so soon, she thinks as she counts down the weeks to the birth - it will become even better.

The world is new, and it smiles upon Anne Boleyn.

She is the most happy indeed.

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, A fool can be crowned a King

Highlander, Methos, pg, gen

[tigriswolf]

Only fools want to wear the crown and sit on the throne. Methos has ruled more nations than any other, and he has sat on the throne and been put into history a mere once -- and died when revolution came. He learned.

True power is being behind the throne, whispering into the ear of royalty and commoner alike, sowing seeds and reaping what grows.

No, only fools want the people to see them, to bow at their feet, to cower and worship and rise.

History, after all, is the killing of kings. Who knows that better than the record keeper?

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

The Guardians of Childhood, Pitch + Katherine, Fearling Princess

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

MCU / Frozen, Loki + Elsa, it turns out that both of them are Jotunheim royalty

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any, queen of the damned

original/mythology. ish. gen, pg

[tigriswolf]

(Um. So, I feel there may be a metaphor in here but I don't want to say it outright. In case it offends somebody.)


Once, she had been loved. She was given offerings of fruit and flowers, of songs and music, of dancing. Once, they sacrificed to her those with the greatest potential and her people grew ever more powerful, in the dark.

But then a new god came to their shores, blown in by a warm westward wind.

Why worship the dark when there is light blooming? Why indeed.

But she is not jealous. She does not mourn. When the light fades, the dark still waits, patient. Eternal. For every dawn, there is a dusk – and for every dusk, a dawn.

The new god is greedy. So very young. He burns brightly… and his fire consumes nations, slavers over bloodlines, burns until there is nothing left. And then he moves on, converting the next and the next and the next.

The ground is still fertile. She comes in the night to run her fingers through the ashes; there is still life in the dirt. It needs but a song to begin anew.

Once, they worshipped her with songs. The new god has no time for music.

She is patient. What burns brightly eventually fades away. The shadows always wait.

[moetushie]

The Silmarillion, an AU where Turgon is killed during the Nirnaeth and Maeglin is crowned the King of Gondolin.

Slipping The Traces

[burning-night.livejournal.com]

Okay I adored this idea so I quickly drabbled something out - I haven't written for days so this was good inspiration xD

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When he came back bearing the body, she went from him before he even had chance to open his mouth. Repeated petitions at her door had no effect. She reappeared for the funeral, and spoke to him afterward only because he blocked her door as she attempted to disappear back behind it.

“Move, Maeglin.” No clever insults for him now – now she simply looked exhausted.

“You must not seclude yourself so, cousin – it is unhealthy. And what’s more, the court wishes you to have a say in the crowning-”

“I have no interest in the crowning,” she snapped. “You are my father’s heir. The crown is yours. There is little more to be said. Now, move aside.”

He remained, and she stared him down until he looked away with a sigh. “As you wish,” he muttered, and moved away.

She stood on the dais as he was crowned with the look of someone detached from reality. When he spoke to her she did not seem to hear. She drew away from his touch as she ever had, and as ever, it cut him to the quick.

Eventually, slowly, she regained some of her vibrancy; the shadow of grief remained in her eyes, but she would go out into the world, and a smile and a laugh could be drawn from her with increasing ease.

Though not by him. Never by him.

He was the King of Gondolin. He could have forced her to give him her hand, but that would avail him nothing.

When the omen of Ulmo arrived, a message carried with ringing, unearthly voice by Huor’s heir, the people were in uproar. Good, some said. It is time we left. The people are stifled here.

No, cried others, Gondolin is safety. Outside is death.

“What will you do?” the lords asked him. Their faces were a kaleidoscope of emotions, from resentment to worry to neutral calm.

There were food shortages. Near all the green spaces of the city had been filled with buildings as the population grew. Lean-tos and tents in the streets were filled with those who could not fit inside the buildings. A few more every day migrated to the slowly building village of shacks and hovels outside the shelter of the city walls. If the harvest failed even once more, hundreds would starve. “I will think about it,” Maeglin said, though in his heart his course was set. He remembered the taste of the world beyond these white walls.

“And the messenger?” Rog asked this; his face dark and his voice tight.

Maeglin had seen the way she glanced at him. “He has delivered his message. Escort him back to the gate and send him on his way.”

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal, exiled fay royalty

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hellsing, Alucard, No Life King

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

Lord of the Rings/The Silmarillion, Elrond or Galadriel (or both), refusing the crown

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, Reverse Changeling Fantasy: instead of the normal human who's secretly fairy royalty, how about the fairy royalty who's secretly a really badass normal human

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "Nobody told me that ruling the [kingdom/country/realm/universe] would involve this much bloody paperwork!"

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "I collect kingdoms. Not really to do anything with them. I just like having them."

Leverage, fantasy AU, Sophie/Nate

[tigriswolf]

"Well," Nate says, "I must admit, this is perhaps the most interesting hoard I've found." He steeples his fingers, gazing down at the map Sophie's spread across the kitchen table.

"I know that door was locked," Sophie says after recovering from her shock.

Nate smiles. "I knew how to pick locks long before Parker."

Sophie huffs, letting a little smoke out with the sound. "With magic, too, you irritating man." She deliberately turns her back, rolling the map and sealing it closed again.

"So," Nate says, summoning two mugs of rowan tea, "kingdoms. How many, now?"

With a deep sigh, Sophie accepts the tea. Blasted man, it's the perfect temperature and her favorite flavor. "Twenty-nine," she admits.

"What will you do with them?" Nate asks, the same tone he uses when commenting that Hardison's spell was just a bit strong, and that Eliot should maybe leave one of the goons conscious to answer questions.

"Do with them?" Sophie repeats. "Why should I do anything with them? I just like having them."

Her cousin Arabella hoards serial killer skeletons, and her Great-Aunt Tatiana has the greatest hoard of graveyard dirt the world has ever seen. What is Sophie's modest hoard of kingdoms compared to them? It's not like the mortals even know they belong to a dragon.

"Oh, boy," Nate murmurs.

Parker teleports in, grabs Nate's mug of tea, and teleports back out. Sophie conceals her grin behind her mug and begins plotting on how to get her thirtieth kingdom.

If she pitches it right to Parker, Hardison, and Eliot, they'll even help her steal it. Nate, of course, will have to come along to keep them all out of trouble.

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, "Well, I would like to stay and debate the merits of various forms of governance when dealing with the challenges of a space-faring era, but right now I've got to conquer several planets for the glory of my space empire."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "Even a [animal of your choice, not a cat] can look at a king."

Tiny Fill

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

"Even the lowest cur may look at a king."

"Yeah. And even a pigeon can crap on his head, too. Incidentally, lad, can I interest you in a pigeon pie? Very popular local delicacy. 'Specially at open-air events. Coronations and the like ..."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Fiona+Any, Fi comes from Irish royalty, back in the day (Sam's sure she's never forgotten it).

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ling+/Al, The Emperor of Xing has exotic tastes in everything.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Ensemble or Any+Any, "Can we really steal a kingdom?" "Maybe if it's a little one."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Frasier (or Niles)+Eddie, "Great Danes are considered the King of the Dogs. Which would make Eddie the court jester."

[berryblue-girl.livejournal.com]

Reign, Mary/Francis, "We can never just be ourselves when there are two countries to consider."

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

SPN: Boyking!Sam/Demon!Dean, they are the Kings of the underworld and beloved by all.

[tigriswolf]

Lord of the Rings, author’s choice, if the child of Arathorn had been female

[tigriswolf]

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, Bilbo + Frodo, you and I, my dear – we seem to fall into the company of kings